Architecture kids

You would think architecture students were stiff, boring bastards with scale rulers stuck up their asses, unable to talk about anything but architecture. That their version of party would be an "all-nighter" at the drawing board with a glass of carbonated urine (cheap version energy drink) and that their main way of socialising is through facebook. This is partially true. But, every now and again these sleep deprived souls let their hair down (literally), grab the bottle and actually crawl out of their caves to socialise in real life, and when they do; they party good.

Last night was amazing. I had so much fun.

I will spare you the details, but HAHAHAHALOL-LOL-LOL!!

there were some high-class lolage moments, and generally an amazing vibe all through the night.

I am too tired to write. I need to recover now.

I don't think I have ever worked as hard as I have the last few days.

I have absolutely no idea what I was thinking; I chilled and took it easy , thought that the drawings would be a piece of cake. Then reality hit me and I finally realised how much work I had to do! Unfortunately I totally underestimated the amount of work, and seemingly also overestimated my own productivity. It was fucking stressful.

My computer gave up on me several times, I temporarily lost some files (major freak out), I accidentally crushed my model, started building a new one, at the wrong scale, and in the middle of everything the estate agents called to announce that they were having a viewing. On Thursday. FUCKING THURSDAY?! The worst possible time. I explained that this would not be possible, and as a result I got the contract shoved in my face and I was told that they didn't really care, they were coming on Thursday. I don't even have to tell you what state my flat was in after 3 days of non stop working....This is where Dibs stepped in and saved me from insanity. She came over and cleaned the ENTIRE flat, in silence. I was not allowed to talk to her, only to focus on my model why she did everything from my dishes, piling up my many drawings and making my bed to Hilton standard. Then she made me a cup of tea and left.

What friend does that? Not your average pal, I tell you that. This is REAL friendship in its purest essence. I cannot thank her enough.

So after 4 days of hazardous amounts of caffeine, practically no sleep and more stress and frustration than you will find at Wall street after a total computer system crash, I am exhausted.

Now it's over. I have 4 nights worth of sleep to catch up on. But first I am gonna party out the last drop of energy remaining, although my levels are actually on minus so technically I am living on borrowed energy. Whatever.

There is actually a party on the street outside my window, which reminds me that I need to go purchase some vodka. I have to start drinking before I realise how trashed I am.

Seafood extravaganza with myself

Sweet mother of Faz, this was a boring day.

If it hadn't been for the Seafood Extravaganza it would have been completely wasted.

Now of course you want to hear more about this little occurrence that took place in my kitchen.

Yes, it was truly fantastic!

I had oysters with fresh ginger, chilli and lemon zest, a few tiny drops of olive oil and vinegar and some sea salt. It ROCKED!

Oysters are a touchy subject, I know. Some people want to throw up when ever they are mentioned but I am not afraid to express my love for these cheeky little babies of the sea. Oh no.

Once my starter had been enjoyed I moved on to the crab, mmmmmmmmm.

Thankfully I have a good pair of steady pliers, and I got a fantastic opportunity to physically deal with some of my frustration. The shell was CRUSHED!

After all of this you would expect me to quietly retire, but no. I was on a roll. This was THE seafood extravaganza, and I was not to be stopped.

I had smoked salmon in my fridge and I figured it would be a total disgrace not to include it in the occasion. so, for dessert I had smoked salmon with a sweet chilli mayonnaise on toast.

Now my kitchen smells fishy, but its okay.

The competition will soon be launched!

Get your cameras ready, it will be photo related...

Muzic

Sharing some ace music with all of my fellow suffering architecture students.

And everyone else too, of course

http://open.spotify.com/user/anna-johanna/playlist/3X4CEFn0idVDjIrf1Q1lGE

Sofia's balcony

Mah.

I should be working. Really.

But I just can't start!!!

All I can think of is the summer, and the adventures, and the joy.

And I get all excited and giggly. I want it to be June, and warm and sunny. I want to sit on Sofia's balcony with a cold beer in my hand and talk about life like only Sofia and I can.

Chew Lips

Chew Lips were absolutely amazing.

Possibly even better live than recorded.

You missed out on a great gig guys (talking to you Stef and Bailey)

Love, the video

Allow me to get a little emotional.

My dear friend Martin was just here to distract me from my boredom over a cup of fabulous coffee and a great chat, which involved subjects such as crabs, comfort zones and Icelandic language.

It was so nice, come back soon Tina.

Martin is also the music editor, and with his excellency I will soon be able to give you the much longed for first single by Dibs and Jo; "Just the Two of Us and Morag"

I haven't heard the remix yet, but I have the greatest of faith in Martins exquisite skills for beats!

I think we are all in for a treat.

This is gonna be MAJOR!

Update

Hola bambinos!

Left the flat last night and went over to see Emmo and Fredrik for some wine, goats cheese and Swedish company, it was ace, as always.

Since I had a flat viewing forced upon me I had to evacuate the flat once again this morning.

After all it wasn't so bad, met up with Ava at Kilau for some coffee and then watched the spectacular catwalk in the Bon Accord centre. On my way home I walked through the market and spotted the seafood stand. Oh Lordie! I decided that it was time to spice up the dull student food menu and thus splashed out on fresh crab and oysters. SEAFOOD EXTRAVAGANZA!!!

Very excited about this.

Tonight Chew Lips are playing at Drummonds, and I wouldn't miss it unless there was an official collective cat murder show on at the same time. As far as I know there will be no such event and it is thereby decided that I will be found at the chew lips gig.

See you there?

THIS IS S GUILTY BLOG POST

I really have nothing to write about, doing this ONLY cos I feel guilty for not blogging properly yesterday. Sorry for neglecting you Bloggy.

It's raining, again. I have sooo much work to do and I am sooo tired.

Where is the fun and the action?! Please feed my adrenaline need. Bring me back to life.

Spent pretty much the whole day at uni, working.

-Well.done.Jo!

-thank you.

Also I am little worried about not getting home by air in May, due to volcanic action.

DAMN YOU EYJAFJALLAJÖKUL!!!!

Thats its name. The name of the volcano, I mean.

Shocking really. It sounds like.... well I actually don't even want to think about what it sounds like, but it triggers unpleasant associations.

DAMN YOU ICELAND FOR HAVING SUCH A WEIRD AND UNPLEASANT LANGUAGE, BUT MAINLY BECAUSE OF YOUR ERUPTING VOLCANO!

CAN'T YOU AT LEAST KEEP IT UNDER CONTROL?! IT'S LIKE A BASTARD CHILD WITH NO MANNERS! AND NOW ITS ANNOYING ALL OF YOUR NEIGHBOURS!

YOU ARE A BAD PARENT!

DAMN IT. MY FRIDAY IS RUINED.

WHERE IS THE TEQUILA...?

Trodde du att du skulle hitta något spännande här?

Det gjorde du inte.

Nej, men seriöst. Jag är trött, väldigt jävla trött.

Det blir inget godis idag

MOVIE

A movie from our Friday in the park

Wednesday crepes

Ava and I both felt that today was the day to make crepes, so we did.

The smoked salmon was on sale at Somerfield's so we made a cheeky little filling of salmon, sour cream, red onion, tomatoes, and capers.

It totally rocked, orally,gastronomically.

Whateva, it was mutha fakkin tasty!

Live blogging from the kitchen!

Whooohoooo!

Ava by the stove and me chilling in the sofa with a glass of wine.

Happy times :D

food is looking AMAZING!

Competition?

I should be working, but I am not,- Because I have an idea.

A few weeks ago I received ungraceful amounts of coffee, and we are talking NICE coffee.

This java kicks ass.

Anyway, I have more than I could possibly consume before the end of May so I thought I could have a little competition in the blog, where the winner gets a pack of AMAZING COFFEE!!

What do you think?

Are you with me or are you dead?

Doormat hate

I came home from uni, walked up the stairs, put the key in the door and quickly looked down.

That''s when I spotted it. The doormat.

It's not like I haven't noticed it before. It was the first thing I observed when I moved in, and it was the first thing to annoy me about the flat. I hate that doormat, with a passion. Not sure why. At a closer look, it appears rather harmless. Still, there is something about it. Something foul.

Okay, I have to admit, in a way it's ideal, this doormat makes you WANT to step on it, to rub your dirty shoes in its face and maybe even jump a little on it before you proceed into the flat. But I still object against it's presence.

Who designed this doormat?

Did you have a loaded GUN pointed towards your head while being forced to design a doormat in 45 seconds?

Was THIS the best you could do?!

Step up.

Take responsibility for the shit you have produced.

Oh, and thank you for designing the most horrendous doormat in northern Europe.

You should be ashamed.

Intuition

Okay so the lecture turned out to be of less importance than I had imagined.

But I am not blaming my intuition for false perception. No, My subconscious knew that I had to make my way to uni to be able to benefit from the great events that faith has organised for me.

You see Ava and I are destined to cook up a funky little dinner tonight, and I daresay it will be most exciting! I will keep you updated.

Yes, as a matter of fact I intend to Hyper blog today. There will be LOTS!

Mutha Fakka!!

I snoozed five times. I am so so so so tired.

You have no idea.

For some reason I have a feeling that the lecture today is REALLY important.

And if it wasn't because of my fine intuition I would sure as hell be sleeping now, instead of writing a blog post at this godforsakenly (pretty awesome twist to a word eh?!) early hour.

shiiiit I gotta go!

I don't know what is wrong, but I am starting to get suspicious.

At five I wanted to sleep, at six I NEEDED to sleep. At seven I wanted to die. At eight I thought I might actually be dead. At nine I felt like someone had smashed a turkey drumstick in back of my head, but at TEN! At ten something happened. All of a sudden I had enough energy to physically sort out the entire management of First bus company, to bike up the Garthdee hill (backwards), to bake cupcakes non stop for 89 hours. I obviously didn't do any of it, I figured this energy might be better spent on an Ugly Betty marathon session.

It's amazing though! Imagine how productive I would be if I felt like this all the time!

I would get trough all of the Ugly Betty seasons in no time at all!!!

Good in the hood

All is good in the hood, folks.

All is good in the hood.

God I love that sentence.

you want some gossip of my adventurous weekend?

-of course you do!

I have already told you about my magic Friday and my fantastic Saturday brunch. In addition to these there was also an other Swedish dinner party. Calm and highly enjoyable. Emmo and Fredrik came over to cook, have some wine, watch a movie (Swedish of course) and help me point out of all the things that make Sweden superior to Scotland. Please, don't be offended, I do the same but reversed when in Sweden. "The weed is always greener on the Mexican side of the border", as my loving grandmother so often says.

Today has been all about freaking over lab reports (which, may I add, in retrospect are very much unfinished), And I have also started an experiment. Unfortunately I will not share any details with you at this early stage. I have out of precaution, decided to wait until I know if it will succeed before I let you join in. If it does, my bank account (and as a result, also I) will benefit.

Don't get all excited! Its nothing major.

wish I had some decent photos for this post, but I obviously don't.

I miss the therapeutic sound that occurs when the lap top keyboard is being properly worked.

You know, when your fingers are dancing across the keys at a rhythmic pace?

Music to my ears!

I am working on a lab report and its not happening. There is no pleasant rhythm in this typing. It is forced, stalling and blood curdling. I am suffering. I type three words, then I stare apathetically into the screen. My mind wanders off. I let out a heavy sigh and then I delete what I just wrote.

I wish I was efficient. I wish I loved writing lab reports.

Occasionally I find myself in deep discussions of high philosophical value, not seldom these will be with John, who shares my fondness and deeper understanding for the intellectual aspects of things.

Today was one of those days.

Unfortunately the conversation was in Swedish, but don't worry; I have run it through google translate for you.

Johanna Grill wow! Very well observed Mr. Vestergren.
Hm. However, allow me to add a small independent observation of your powers of observation of observant things related to what you just observed. The observation I find most interesting, from an observant perspective, of course.


John Vestergren note that my observation is very observant of you, do not know what else you can add other than, well done =)


Johanna Grill no I do not think this thread needs more observant ons now. I think we filled the quota of the use of the word observation (including inflections).
NOTE: Now I have just observed that I have written both exploit and affection in the same post. I have even written to express my observation of these relevant words related to previous observations made on the observation of my subconscious?

I do not know.

John Vestergren risk to evolve the observation of these sub-conscious choice of words in the psychosocial're escalating, a variation in the mind "between the lines" - reading would also be there to caught inventing a peculiar and induviduellt games, for the amusement of a very lost his mind ( to be dull and inkonsikvent)


Johanna Grill I have to admit that my view is strikingly lost right now.
In addition, I ask myself why I'm not working.
I guess that I am dull and inconsistent in mind.


John Vestergren at A, I answer Sunday and at B, we do not know.
sometimes you have to restart to work
use the time to entertain inclinations, literary of course

brunch and emma

Made myself a pretty nice brunch (I am quite thoughtful like that).

Very nice actually. I even went out to get fresh bread but of course there is no bakery open in Aberdeen on a Sunday, because every Scottish baker will either be passed out drunk, in the pub or watching sky sports. Where is the European spirit?! Man!

Anyway, the brunch kicked ass and I loved myself for my own kindness.

Now I am drinking a glass of O'boy and thinking about Emma. It's Emma's drink, she was the O'boy lover in this household. I am not sure if she will actually read this. She might be busy enjoying the spring in Sweden, or the fresh bread you can actually get on a Sunday...

But in case she happened to cruise by this blog, she might want to know that I have bought luxury toilet paper on sale, thought a lot about the Palt we made and that I miss her.

I miss you Emma.

Get the beer cooled, the barbecue fired up and the bikini ready.

I am coming home (soon), and I am in the mood for pool party.

You are all wondering what I am doin' rite now.

but I aint' tellin' yall nothin'

cos I'm busy.

Unlike that time in Chicago, when I was chillin out with this fire hydrant.

Things were smooth and I liked it.

Seaton Park chill

Man I cant be bothered giving you a detailed summary of last night.

It was amazing. Lets just leave it at that.

Don't know when I got home but I do know that I walked the entire way holding a heavy duty wok. Safety reasons.

I must also have though that it would be a good idea to stop and pick some flowers from random public flowerbed, because I found a nice bouquet in the kitchen this morning...

I love it when I thoughtfully surprise myself with flowers.

Sometimes I wish I could marry myself.

(ps. photography by Dibs)

Friday the 16th of April

03.00 Finally fall asleep after 2 hours of trying. Thinking I should maybe cut down on caffeine consumption

08.00 Woken up by Simon and Garfunkel. FML

08.01 Spot amazing chocolate on my bedside table. Am immediately happier.

08.05 Realise I never did the dishes last night. Regret waking up. FML

08.50 Get on the bus to uni. Sitting next to person with very strong odour. Regret living in Aberdeen. FML

09.10 Arrive at Uni. Gary isn’t here. Regret waking up. FMLx2

09.11 Thinking about my bed. Regret waking up. FML

10.05 Gary arrives. He is late but I forgive him cos he saves my CAD-hating ass, and says things like; I am here to help.

12.45 Leave uni. Travelling by bus. Mentally incorrect man on the seat in front of me keeps asking randomly selected people on the bus; "How' you doin Peter?" Hilarious.

13.10 Eating left over turkeyballs. Experiencing ecstasy (as in pleasure).

13.35 Rediscover chocolate bar.

14.41 Dibs calls to suggest park chillaxation. park, sun, beer. Conditions are perfect.

Sweden 2nite

Have you ever had turkey meatballs with lingonberry jam?
Have you ever cooked them, while wearing a wedding dress and listening to Bob Dylan?

Well neither have I.
But; I am about to do it. Well, apart from the wedding dress, I wouldn't want to risk getting it dirty. Also (minor detail) I don't have one. But the rest is totally happening and I have a good vibe.
I am feelin' it.

May I also add my great gratitude towards Jack, who thoughtfully purchased a jar of Swedish Lingonberry jam just for me.
Yeah you heard me folks; the jam is mine!

The lovely Emmo is coming over to join me and add to the Swedishness of this evening which will be topped with the last millennium trilogy movie. You know, the girl with the dragon tattoo?
It will kick aaasssss!
(Sweden <3)

ps. I KNOW turkey meatballs aren't particularly Swedish, but hear me out; It would either be traditional Swedish meatballs made of beef, OR funky, cool turkey balls. SO; as proud as I may be to be a Swede, my love for the funky is still stronger. Turkey wins.

Hey Rich tea!

I had the pleasure of receiving this letter.

It might be due to the noise that usually occurs during heavy movie production, I am not sure.

Something tells me that the anonymous mind behind this "notice" is the type of person who:

*eats a grapefruit with knife and fork.

*irons his underwear (/has his 78yr old mother iron his underwear for him)

*presses the bell on the bus and stands up, five minutes before the bus actually stops

* consumes large amounts of rich tea-biscuits

*wears ecco shoes

* has one or several cats

* has never participated in a music video production

* secretly wishes he had

May his rich tea-coloured life someday be spiced up.

Let the cats, ecco's and underwear miraculously rise to the sky and bring that smile back to his crippled face; and when that day arrives, let me show this man a good time.

I wish him nothing but happiness.

And if you (referring to man) read this, please know my door is open for you. And your apology will be accepted.

Do you live in the illusion that trends are limited to fashion?

Well then you have probably been sleeping during the cool-lifestyle-through-accessory-lecture.

It's time to move on, get out of your cave.

Do you want to be "hip", "chic" and "in" this season?

-Let your friends and family know that you use Bloo.

This seasons hottest toilet cleaner.

An accessory you don't want to be seen without.

As you perhaps have noticed, I have a fondness for movie production.

They are of course a little unrefined, but I think that it adds to their charm.

If you have any wishes or suggestions for future releases, please do not hesitate to pass these on to me and I will take them into consideration.

I could tell you about a few of the incidents that occurred this morning, but I will resist, and thereby spare myself the humiliation.

I have no idea why I am writing this.

I also have no idea why I am not working.

I am clueless, and I am not sure why.

What?

MORE

Right. there has been enough action on this blog tonight to last for a week.

You have had enough folks!

But then, I am a very generous author and thus; I am giving you some more.

Let the overindulgence continue!

TRIBUTE TO MARTIN

Martin,

This lil' baby is dedicated to you.

Now, The rest of you; we hope you appreciate the value of this movie. Its not meant for your eyes but... What the heck. It's Tuesday. lets effing do it.

Innit blud?

man.

word.

yo.

I think these are shoes.

lol.

Get out of my way I need to pee!!!never mind, I just went on the floor.

LOL LOL LOL!

I might be a little late, maybe everyone has already seen it?

I want to LOL myself to death!

I Am so IMPRESSED!!!

Why didn't I think of this?!

I wish this was my creation.

LOOKLOOKLOOKLOOK

"what the effing crap. That angel guy just felt me up."

hypothetically

No one particularly cares about boring flower photos, I know.
I don't. And I assume you don't either.
Thank God this isn't that kind of soulless, bland blog where the readers are bored with images of nature .

But if it was, it would look something like this:

Remember the cat problem I had?

Well it's solved.

All of the bad is now filtered through Jesus and as a result it comes out rather glorious.

Hallelujah!

Sunday lunch

Today I had chocolate soufflé for lunch.
It makes no sense, I know that.
Sundays are for roasts and potatoes, and lunches are not meant to consist of dessert only.

So why did I do it?
-Because i can.

WHAT HAVE I DONE????!!!!!!

Oh NO!

I feel so cheap. I have sold my soul. I have given in to the fear. I am a hypocrite. From now on you can call me charlatan. Or Charlotte. If you prefer. Or Charlene. Or Charlie.

Anyway. I wanted to write about Frank Lloyd Wright and I wanted to slit his throat and rip out the vacuum where his heart would have been located if he had one (Okay, I am exaggerating. Greatly. I just don’t like his prairie houses, that’s all).

It started so well. I dug up the dirt on Frank Lloyd Wright, wrote a really nasty introduction. Juicy to say the least. Not a big deal, considering his personal drama-filled life offered a great selection of scandalous details, more than enough to make him look like a narcissistic, self-absorbed, adulterer, or to simplify things; the biggest asshole of the 20^th century. I also wrote about his fondness of self-promotion, his not so flawless designs, leaky roofs and stupid locations. And his obvious lack of taste. I hate his designs (apart from falling water, which I quite like and the Guggenheim museum, which I really like).

Basically it was like; FLW, -Master of modern architecture?! HA! My ass! More like BASTARD of modern architecture! Well you get the point, I am sure.

I wrote a few lines on how everyone seems to just LOVE everything that has FLW stamped on it. "Prairie this and Prairie that". uuurrrrggghh! As if no one had the brain capacity to actually realise how excessive and boring his designs are, then I came to the conclusion that maybe it wasn’t so much due to lack of intellectual capability and design understanding of the rest of the population, but more the fact that he is an Icon whom you.just.do.not.mess.with. You leave him alone. Because he is Frank F*cking Lloyd Wright. The godfather of architecture. Oops. I suddenly sensed I might be walking on thin ice… I sure as hell don’t wanna wake up next to a blood dripping horse head, planted in my bed by some upset FLW-fan, or maybe even a university tutor! Who knows?

Anyway, I also realised that my hatred against Frank Lloyd Wright was maybe influenced by the fact that I got a little stressed by the whole essay thing and thus I just hated him a bit more. Not his fault. “It’s not you Frankie, it’s me. Please understand!”

But MAINLY, I got scared. That I would potentially upset someone and thereby risk substantial evidence of such a hypothetical occurrence, in my final grade.

Totally not worth it.

So, I swallowed my pride and ignored my personal opinion. I deleted my text and I started again. I wrote a tribute to Frank Lloyd Wright; the knight of architecture, in his shiny armour. No, in fact; the KING of architecture in his diamond-decorated crown. The saviour of modern architecture and the greatest American who ever lived. My essay which started out as the biggest I-Hate-FrankLloydWright-Party-of-the-Century, ended as the greatest praise he has probably ever had written in his honour.

Lets celebrate with a photo of his design.

Gotta love the guy.

<3>

Ps I have started a Facebook group…. (joking)

Lol:ing at myself. And Frankies “designs”. very much.

Ps again. Its so interesting how this post is 604 words and took me ten minutes tops to write, if compare it to my production speed when writing about FLW, which seemed to be about five words per hour...

Ps yet again. Conclusion: my soul is for sale, if it means I can save my ass. love trading body parts. Amen.

Is this the end?

This will be the 100th [/100ed?] post on this blog!

CELEBRATION!

sadly the subject is rather nasty.

Well it does involve love [for Dibs], gratitude [for the thoughtful gift], but also hate [cats] and disgust [anus. and cat again].

I know now why I haven't been able to do any uni work.

It is because of this little ornament I was given the other day [stolen from the ODL office= status], which is constantly exposing its less graceful bits. I sense the bad aura it brings into the room.

A hypnotic anus-exposing mist lays heavy in my office[read bedroom]. The light is gone, the air has become thinner and I find it hard to focus. My creativity is suffocated. My blood has turned cold. The laughter of children outside my window has been replaced by the screams of giant sea gulls. There is darkness and fear, there is pain and anger. There is some bad energy in this room, and its originated from the rear of a cat.

Help me.

"When was the last time you tracked down the origins of the goods you consume? I’m guessing rarely or never. I get a strong feeling that Westerners are brought up living in an illusion. That if you want something, money will do the trick. Unfortunately we can’t eat money. We can’t breathe money. We can try to build houses of money, but I doubt the wind isolation will be satisfactory."

Guys, let me once again direct you to this sassy little blog.

It's incredibly well written in a sharp and exiting style that I find really really inspiring.

This is about a serious subject but so far away from the dull and depressing articles we normally read. It makes me shake my head and it makes me wanna make a change.

Hell yeah!