really wish i could speak like ghostface killah

I'm currently studying Architecture at the University of Manitoba with aims to do my Masters in a city like Oslo, Stockholm or Copenhagen so that I can be pretentious abroad, enjoy a strong dose of socialism and work internationally before returning to Edmonton.

I like listening to hipster bullshit music, downloading arthouse films that I forget to watch, and failing to realize that I need to read my book collection before I can pretend to espouse its accumulative knowledges.

While I enjoy visiting museums and attending gallery openings, I'd rather find myself at a hockey game, enjoying a cold cup of coffee (yeah, you read that), working madly on some project or just hanging out one-on-one somewhere.

1) really bad jokes;
2) references to childhood nostalgia;
3) unfortunate wordplay;
4) stretching in private or public settings;
5) relating to eight year olds; and
6) knowing how to construct lists.

usually that I started the conversation, and that it's gone in an unexpected direction.

Architects/firms: Sou Fujimoto, Kengo Kuma, SANAA, Carlo Scarpa, Peter Zumthor

Books: I really appreciate the publishing houses Taschen and Phaidon for their fantastic art/architecture/music books.

My most loved/most hated books are all philosophy works by the likes of Martin Heidegger, Michel Foucault and Jacques Derrida.

Movies: Crazy Stupid Love, Harakiri by Kobayashi Masaki, Hot Rod, The Royal Tenenbaums (what white person doesn't like Wes Anderson?), The Tree of Life

Music: hipster bullshit

Shows: Adventure Time, Arrested Development, Community, Duck Tales, Freaks & Geeks, Futurama, Modern Family, Workaholics

1) playing soccer;
2) laughing with my family;
3) having time to myself;
4) drinking copious amounts of water;
5) the wonders of architecture, design, and fashion; and
6) pursuing what I want out of life.

p.s. i always debate oxford commas

playing soccer, coaching soccer, watching soccer, architecture, whether I need to stretch and eating soccer

I have no idea. Lots of things can happen on Friday.

In grade eight, my math teacher asked me why I hadn't done my homework. I responded by getting upset, throwing my desk over and leaving the class.
#doingpubertyright