I took a shower just now, and laid down on my bed. I have the best bed in the world. It might not be the best bed to you, because it's not yours, but it is to me, and that's what matters. I bought it as my first major purchase after I got the job at Spamtrak, my first job out of school. It was around $300, it's a queen. I also bought my couch for $62.50 at the Thrift for AIDS store in Philly, and senior year I bought my wardrobe from Ikea for $150. Aside from that, pretty much all my furniture are gifts from my parents, except for a crappy thing here and there. Oops but now that I think about it, my parents might have given me that money that I spent on the wardrobe, so just the bed and couch are legit.
So it's a queen. It's in the center of my room with its back up against the wall. Just how I like to be! My room has windows, and the sun comes in, which is crucial. I can't live without sunlight, I can't stand rooms that have curtains and are always dark, we need the sun to live. My mom bought me white sheets for my bed, they're crisp and clean and white. There's a blue blanket on over the sheet; I had a different blue blanket, but at my Housewarming party me and Dan and Kelly each got sick from partying too hard (I think it was the Jell-O shots, them shits will sneak up on you), and Kelly did so on the bed in my living room (when I bought the new bed, my old twin-sized bed was only a couple of years old, so I keep it in my living room and use it as extry seating for when the company gets deep), and all over my blue blanket, so she replaced it. Then over that I have my comforter from Ikea. It's got orange and red and pink circles on it, ans soon as I saw it I knew my mom would hate it because "those colors don't go together," and I was right. I have four pillows in my room (and one on the bed in the living room). One is a king-sized pillow, which means it's real long. Two are regular pillows, also from Ikea, and they have the pillowcases that match the comforter, so that they can be easily identified. The fourth pillow is soft and smooshy. When sleeping in my bed, you'll want one of the Ikea pillows, and one of the other ones. You're the guest, so I'll let you have first dibs (psst, pick the smooshy one!).
Oh and over the comforter is a blue sheet, so that Henry doesn't get too much cat hair on my Ikea comforter. This tactic is moderate- to poorly-successful.
I like to turn the AC on, not too much, just a little, so that the room stays cool, and sleep under everything. I don't like sleeping under just a sheet, and I can't stand sleeping under nothing.
Henry is an annoying fucking piece of shit and he keeps howling to get out the door onto the balcony and I'm just encouraging him by letting him out again, but fuck him, I can't stand the noise. Out he goes.
I like my bed because it's crisp and clean. One time when Kelly lived at Echelon Glen I got into her bed for a moment, and it was dark and warm and enveloping, which is a different kind of wonderful. Not the kind I want for my bed, but really quite nice to visit.
I wish I could go to it right now; I'm supposed to be studying and I haven't yet. My head hurts, but I can't smoke because I have to study. My eyes hurt but I can't take my contacts out because I left my glasses at Mitch's. I never ever bring my glasses there but this weekend I did, and now I'm sorry. I want to make a soda-milk, but I'm out of milk. When my mom called back, I talked to her for a while, but didn't have much to say. It didn't help, really. Sometimes I feel very very alone, which is always true, really, and I know that and have accepted that for almost three and a half years now, it just sucks to think about, sometimes.