You know you are an Architect when...
The alarm clock tells you when to go to sleep.
When someone offers you a BIC pen, you feel offended.
You know what UHU glue stick tastes like.
You CELEBRATE space
Coffee and cokes are tools, not treats.
People get nauseous just by smelling your caffeine breath.
You buy 50 dollar magazines that you haven't read yet.
You think it's possible to CREATE space.
You've slept more than 20 hours non-stop in a single weekend.
You fight with inanimate objects.
You've listened to all your CD's in less than 48 hours.
You've brushed your teeth and washed your hair in the office washroom.
You have discovered the benefits of having none or very short hair.
You've started to appreciate inheriting baldness.
You've used an entire role of film to photograph the sidewalk.
You always carry your deodorant.
You become excellent at recycling when making models.
When you try to communicate, you make a continuous and monotonous whine.
You've danced YMCA with excellent choreography at 3 am and without a single drop of alcohol in your body.
You take notes and messages with a rapidograph and colour markers.
You have more photographs of buildings than of actual people.
You've taken your girlfriend/boyfriend on a date to a construction site.
You can live without human contact, food or daylight, but if you can't make prints, it's chaos.
You can use Photoshop, Illustrator and make a web page, but you don't know how to use Excel.
You refer to great architects (dead or alive) by their first name, as if you knew them.... Frank, Corbu, Mies, Norman...
You've realised that french curves are not that exciting.
