To my own amazement, I have actually been enjoying the past few days of working on the exhibition. I have learnt to use some power tools and machines in the workshop which I’ve been too scared to touch until now. Also it’s just nice spending some time with the unit; half of whom I won’t see again next year. And apparently tomorrow for the opening night, there’s going to be a jazz band and one of the lecturers is doing a set with his 70’s and 80’s vinyl’s and I’m so excited I might take a bottle of wine.
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So today I applied for a job (just a summer one) and wrote to an architect’s practice to see if they would give me any kind of work experience/whatever during summer. And I didn’t go to see the new Star Trek film.
Spent the morning (well, what was left of it after I could be bothered to get up) editing some poetry and seeing if I have actually written anything good lately. Have to go and do stuff for my unit’s exhibition from 1 until probably late. But at least I have a friend’s birthday thing later.
Just finished watching the last season of 24. I feel like I’ve just ended a long love affair.
Okay I just entered a logo competition for the library of vernacular stuff at my uni and I swear to God my entry is the shittiest thing… I only remembered about the competition last night, and actually finished it under the influence of alcohol.
And now I shall never look at my uni email account again.
Yesterday was a great exploration of the parts of Oxford I barely know. Went to a really quirky bookshop with one of my friends I don’t get to see very much. The loose-leaf tea was great; probably more exciting than the books - which were fine, but overpriced. Then we ended up cycling around for a while; trespassed on a college just to look at the architecture and went to a vegetarian pub for a Guinness (I never thought I’d like beer) and probably the best vegetarian burger I’ve ever had.
Ringing in my twenties the only way I know how to…. with a nice cup of tea.
So, I’ll admit my first couple of days of freedom from architecture haven’t exactly panned out as I’d expected: I haven’t gone to the pub with loads of friends who are also free. I haven’t even been drunk yet. It’s been a bit weird that despite trying to organise something with them, it hasn’t happened. However, I’ve had a great time hanging out with my housemates; sometimes all you want is a couple of friends to walk with you in the sun, or one good friend to cook with and share some wine with.
My second year of architecture is over in 2 days… and then a 4 month summer begins. Life goes from one extreme to the next. It’s been a tough week; not much sleep and lots of adrenalin and productivity, but this weekend I’ve crashed a little as I get together the last bits for the hand-in.
Christ, I’m so confused. Sometimes I hate being British; in the sense that even talking about feelings/acknowledging them is a bloody difficult thing.
Tonight started off quite normally: cooked dinner, ate with a couple of friends, decided for some reason it was a good idea to finish off the wine in the fridge… despite my plans to work this evening. Fuck. Architecture makes alcoholics out of all of us. And either I’m really drunk or I can hear my housemate talking to her boyfriend about getting married in the room opposite.
Have another half-drunk-half-sober, it’s 1-nearly-2-am update: had another Wine Club meeting tonight, completely out of the blue. It was nice to have a break from work, and the Italian wine I’d chosen was pretty good. We successfully managed to talk about architecture for about only half of the night. A new record, perhaps. And I realised that maybe my feelings for a certain man for the past year and a half have turned out to be quite harmless after all. Also, we randomly decided to watch the first episode of Spooks together and talked about summer plans, of which I have a lot of ideas but nothing concrete.
Exactly a month from today, I will have finished my second year of architecture…
…then it’s time to think about my dissertation. And third year. And finding someone to employ me.
-Oscar Wilde
This reminds me of something that happened today. So a society I’m part of had this thing today in the foyer at uni, where we were asking people what they wanted to do before they died, and they wrote their answers on post-it notes on the wall (we got about 130 answers - it was pretty cool). Some guys were looking at them and being really judgemental, especially towards the one which simply said, “live.” They said things like “That doesn’t even make sense.” It made me feel quite sad to know that they didn’t even understand what that person was trying to convey.
(Source: recitethis.com)
