And it is only Tuesday

Right well I have obviously failed to sort this blog template over the weekend but hey-ho. I did manage to nearly complete my bedroom curtains though so it wasn't a completely unconstructive weekend. I may have watched quite a lot of Rugby too. (Bloody scots bringing out what looked like all the extras from braveheart.)

On Saturday Phil and I also had a surprisingly good curry at the 7 spices including a v hot sidedish of curried squash. The only other time I have been to this particular curry house was on Rachel and Nick's leaving do which I'm not sure any of us can recollect very well. It was really busy at 9 on a sat night which is always a good sign I suppose.

Right off to the megalopolis of Barnsley again now to see about another Primary School. Bye

This week

Phil and I have been decorating all weekend and so I haven’t really had to sort my template out but I am just going to start blogging regardless. My bedroom now has white and very pale blue walls. Thank god. After 2 years of living in lime green and violet patterned hell it is amazingly restful even though we are still using a large powder blue blanket as a curtain. I haven’t quite got round to making our lovely new curtains even though I bought the fabric with my 2004 Christmas bonus. Now that is what I call procrastination.

Well, although I swore I was going to the gym tonight, a last minute suggestion of going to the Florist for 7.30 has thwarted my plan. Although I didn’t put up a lot of resistance. Should be home just in time to sigh a lot over lovely Dr Kovac in the new series of ER. And then in the morning I am off to the megalopolis of Barnsley to see about another primary school. So shall get back to this on Saturday. Byeee

This took me back.

YOU KNOW YOU'RE STUDYING ARCHITECTURE WHEN...

1. the alarm clock tells you when to go to sleep.
2. when someone offers you a Bic pen, you feel offended.
3. you know what UHU glue stick tastes like.
4. you CELEBRATE space
5. coffee and cokes are tools, not treats.
6. people get nauseous just by smelling your caffeine breath.
7. you buy 50 magazines that you haven't read yet.
8. you think it's possible to CREATE space.
9. you've slept more than 20 hours non-stop in a single weekend.
10. you fight with inanimate objects.
11. you've fallen asleep in the washroom.
12. your brother or sister thinks he or she is an only child.
13. you've listened to all your cds in less than 48 hours.
14. you're not seen in public.
15. you lose your house keys for a week and you don't even notice.
16. you've brushed your teeth and washed your hair in theoffice washroom.
17. you've discovered the benefits of having none or very short hair.
18. you've started to appreciate inheriting baldness.
19. you've used an entire role of film to photograph the sidewalk.
20. you know the exact time the vending machines are refilled.
21. you always carry your deodorant.
22. you become excellent at recycling when making models.
23. when you try to communicate, you make a continuous and monotonous whine.
24. you've danced YMCA with excellent choreography at 3 am andwithout a single drop of alcohol in your body.
25. you take notes and messages with a rapidograph and colourmarkers.
26. you combine breakfast, lunch and dinner into one single meal.
27. you see holidays only as extra sleeping time.
28. you've got more photographs of buildings than of actual people.
29. you've taken your girlfriend (boyfriend) on a date to a construction site.
30. you've realized that French curves are not that exciting.
31. you can live without human contact, food or daylight, but if you can't make prints, it's chaos.
32. when you're being shown pictures of a trip, you ask what the human scale is.
33. you can use Photoshop, Illustrator and make a web page, but youdon't know how to use Excel.
34. you refer to great architects (dead or alive) by their firstname, as if you knew them. (Frank, Corbu, Miles, Norman...) while you cant seem to know even your close family!

Hello

Yes I have finally got round to starting a blog. As the name suggest there was a certain amount of faffing involved in just making the decision to start a blog. I mean anyone can read it. Not that they will particularly want to. But just by having a blog you lose a bit of your privacy. For example by publishing the drivel that occurs to you in everyday life (such as this post) some stranger will know something about me. Odd. I'm going to faff about learning how to add links etc. So the blogging will probably commence sometime next week. We will just have to see how I get on with it. Here we go.

What I will mostly doing on this blog:

faff[Brit] to spend your time doing a lot of unimportant things instead of the thing you should be doing