i created a wasteland in my room this weekend. a wasteland is when you gather all the necessities for a day/weekend/week and spend that day in bed, only getting up to use the bathroom, or wandering to the kitchen to get something to eat/drink. it has two origins, one being the concept and the other being the name.
the concept came from a week in high school, when my parents went away and aila came to live with me so i wouldn't be lonely or scared but really to keep me girly company. we moved the coffee table from the living room into the hallway and brought up the big green double mattress from the basement and opened it up on the living room floor, piling it with blankets and almost every pillow we could find. at first, we slept in our beds but as the week wore on, we'd eat in the bed, and soon started sleeping in there together. we'd get home from school, put on sweatpants, climb onto the mattress and proceed to spend the rest of our night there, watching movies, doing homework (on the rare occasion that we had it), and the night me, aila, dave and jer drove to Hull to buy beer so we could get tanked on our own, and the four of us slept in the wasteland that night.
the name wasteland comes from when Brian performed the same function, but with a futon on his living room for weeks at a time, but you could smoke it in, and eat in it, and watch movies and study and bring your laptop over. we would waste entire days on that futon, hence the Wasteland. it bridges the gap between comfort and studying.
so, when i woke up on friday and felt like crap physically due to the ton of mucus currently residing somewhere in my lungs, i decided to make a wasteland in my bed for the weekend and not leave the comfort of it. what's in it, you ask? well, currently there's a Vanity Fair and LouLou (Canadian shopping) magazine, my computer (currently playing The Bends album by Radiohead), three crumpled tissues for my cold, my to do list, my ipod, a tub of lip balm, a highlighter, pen, and calculator, my Strategies for Developing Countries course pack, two pillows, a half eaten grapefruit in a bowl, and a mug of tea. and me, sprawled across my tiny twin bed.
the wasteland will remain, probably for the rest of the month, since i love doing work in bed so much more than i love at a desk. until it comes time for the serious term papers, at least, where i need to sit so that i feel studious and professional.
