The Worst Bed Ever

Aaaah it was move in day. Second year of university. A new room with a new private bathroom. Hardly any people on my floor, things are looking up! I was excited for my new room, all the possibilities.  Little did I know I was about to meet the worst mattress in North America. The bed is covered in a hard, plastic, yellow cover of some sort. "Okay...." I think to myself, "maybe it feels better than it looks...?" I mean, don't judge a book by its cover , right? I sat on it. And you know what? I should of judged the shit out of that book.

How can I explain it?   You know how when you hop on your bed and it springs back up and you bounce ? Mine doesn't do that. I sat on it and it stayed still. I wasn't prepared and I slammed my ass onto this strange hard "mattress". The feeling of it is indescribable. It's like somebody took a big plastic case and stuffed it with lumps of felt? Maybe? I can't imagine felt would be comfy to sleep on. Let me tell you, this bed sure as hell isn't. It has no spring, no bounce, there's no give. It's just flat and kind of sinking.

 Have I also mentioned this residence used to be a retirement centre? That adds to the thrill of this bed. The potential of an old person possibly dieing on it. Honestly, I wouldn't even doubt it. There is no way an elderly person is getting out of this bed easily. It is incredibly difficult to move in. For the first few weeks of sleeping on it, I would have to wake up if I wanted to roll over. It is just the most unforgiving bed I have ever had the displeasure of meeting.

It doesn't even have a box spring, it just sits on a wooden panel. One time I sat on it and I swear it sounded like it broke. I was kind of excited to be honest. A broken bed means a new one!  One more thing I should mention, every single one of my friends beds is different. I am suffering in not so much silence.

Pictures from my class journal

A few things

Here's a few things that popped into my head the past few days but havent had any merit for a whole post.

When we look people in the eye, are we doing just that? Just one eye, because if you actually think about what you're doing when you are looking a person in the eye, I always find it's just one eye and not both. That may just be me.

Did anyone else watch the sixth sense and just wait for something to happen where you were like, "woah" but nothing ever happened. I knew the ending, but holy hell that movie is boring. I want to like it, but I just can't. Plus, Bruce Willis's hair is kinda floppy and weird.

Do you ever wake up and your pillows are in the weirdest position and your neck is on a 90 degree angle and you can't for the life of you figure out why your unconscious body thought this was the best positon to sleep in? Sometimes I wake up and half a pillow case is off and my pants are like half off my one leg. I'd really like to video tape myself sleeping.

Bed and Breakfasts scare me. I imagine they are all like Dwights beet farm.

That's all.

Wah?

It's been a while, I know I know. I'm sorry. I've just been really busy and really haven't had anything interesting to write about. But instead of some hilarious story or my love for somebody I've got more of a question or a query or a statement...or something. I don't know.


As a kid I always tried my hardest to be cool, with the in-crowd, that whole shebang. Like 80% of us as kids. I've grown out of that. It took me a log time to do so but now I enjoy the things I enjoy without shame. I have welcomed the label geek into my life and have proudly worn it because I admire others who call themselves self professed nerds.

But what does it really take to be a nerd? a geek? I feel like now to be part of that culture you have to know your stuff, you have to be knowledgeable of the geekdom. Depending on your subculture: movie-nerd, gamer, comic book nerd and so forth. You have to know your area of obsession because if you haven't studied every single freekin detail you really aren't a nerd or a geek or a loser and so forth.  You're secluded from the world you thought would be welcoming you with open arms. Now it's just like being part of any other clique. When did being a loser become cool?

                                        Was it around this time? Because this does't happen.

Why is it that you can't even be yourself in a culture that was once thought of as the ultimate place to do that. To read the books others thought were lame or childish in comfort, or to play video games without being called a n00b or some such thing.

So now I don't even know what to say about myself, other than I'm me. I was excited to be called a geek, before I realized you needed a lot of damn research to be one. I am not going to spend that much money on graphic novels so I can say I have read every single Batman or Frank Miller or Justice league. I don't even like it all! Why am I obligated to like every single bit or at least know every excruciating detail of X-Men or the Green Lantern? I read and watch things because I enjoy, not so I can  recite the exact time-line and history of Bruce Wayne. If I learn all there is about Harry Potter, that's because I spent the time enjoying the books, not because I needed to know it to impress comic-conners or intense dresser uppers or some shit.

                                          Heres's some cats, because really, why not?

What I'm saying is, I have about as much motivation of trying to be in with the jocks or the cool kids as I have trying to be in with the geeks and the nerds.

If there is a Sheldon or a Leonard out there...to be honest..I don't want to meet them. Or be them.

Hang in there baby

Bucket list

So it's what? 4 a.m and I am sick and in pain. I thought I'd come on here since I can't sleep and I never update this damn thing and I really should. I have a bucket list I want to write here. I lost my other one.

 Stephanie's Bucket List

1. To attend the San Diego Comicon

2. To go to Italy and experience all the art possible

3. To own as much Harry Potter merchandise as possible

4. To be able to see and communicate with my spirit guides

5. To have my artwork published

6. To skydive

7. To shake Neil Gaimons, Frank Millers and J.K Rowlings hands

8. To volunteer on a large scale with large cats, like lions and so forth

9. To be able to buy my parents their dream house and support them when they're older

10. To be as happy as I am right now, and to smile every day

That's a fair number of things I think. Hopefully if I get enough readers you guys can give me tips on how to achieve these things. I have the rest of my life though, so no pressure. Night every one.

Why fat chicks shouldn't dance, or I shouldn't be fat.

I am in so much pain. There's no dancing(haha) around the subject with stories as to how I got to this wacky situation. I should just really not dance, or not dance as hard. Because when I dance, I dance hard. I think the pain was bound to happen some where around my 7th drink and Def Leppards 'Pour Some Sugar on Me'. It reminds me of Conan O'brien and that make me dance like nobodies business. Oh I love him. Let's take a moment to reflect...

 Hm....what? wah...where was I?  Oh yeah me dancing...

I woke up in considerable pain this afternoon, but suprisingly not in my head. Just everywhere else on my body. My legs, my back, my stomach for some reason? Why does what ever semblence of abs I have ache? What dance move was I doing that hurt that part of my body? Whatever. I bet it was sexy. 

By the way I can't sleep and it's about quarter after three and I sure as hell am not going to go on one of those rambling blog posts nobody reads because they just think "whyyyyyyy" the whole time. So I'll stop. But I do have a lot to say. So hopefully I'll be posting more. But less drawings. Sorry about that. You can look at Conan though.