What to do with those THOUSANDS of Bic Pens

So I got my own place (YAY!) right in Union Hill /Martini Corner (hooray!) and it’s totally awesome too. And in all the time it’s taken me to move out, I found this with surprising ease. It’s like this place was literally sent to my house, in a care package cushioned with gummy bears, plopped right into my lap by a puppy.

Anyway, I’m having to sort out how to decorate my place for cheap. The little I have left over from college consists of Delia’s cat sheets, torn paper lanterns, old candles and posters that seemed cool at the time. It’s suffice to say there’s a few needs.

So after a little Googling, I found a few ways. I’ll make it a series, in my quest of not going broke breaking in my first very own apartment. 

First off, ‘recycled’ furniture (courtesy of Web Urbanist):

  A couch tub. I’m sure it’s just as comfortable as it is cool.

 Skateboard table. I WANT THIS.

Shopping Cart Chair: I wouldn’t actually make people sit in this. Doesn’t anyone remember getting scratched / pinched sitting in those things as a kid?

“This isn’t science fiction. It’s science fact.”

Something awry obviously happened in the last 40 years. Check out this article written in 1961 about all the cool, outrageous, ridiculous stuff we’re supposed to have figured out and implemented into our daily lives. I’m pretty sure some of it’s available (our machines “talk” to each other, right?) and I’m pretty sure none of it should or will ever come to fruition (i.e. plastic covered roads.)

I do, however, want air walls and a floating roof.

Dear Thom Yorke & Gang,

Be a good sport and play Karma Police tomorrow night. If not just for it being awesome, do it so I can prove it to smug Radiohead fans that I don’t have to see you in your prime under the stars overlooking Lake Michigan for it to sound amazing. That is all.

Me

PS No seriously

Voicemail diarrhea

The voicemails I currently can’t bring myself to delete:

“Hi Laura this is Mum there is no milk in the house at all, so you could please, um…..(dad talking loudly) SHUT UP!! … would you please pick up some milk on your way home? Okay thanks bye.” – My mom

LAURA. I’M LEAVING YOU YOUR FIRST MESSAGE. AT YOUR NEW PHONE NUMBER… (in background “this woman has weird eyebrows”)… i can’t wait for you to get a cell phone again so i can text you randomly… okay goodbye. BAXTERRRR. - Meagan

HELLOOOOOOOOO LAURA!!!!!!!!! Hoooooow ya doing? UHhhhhh gimme a ring back when you get this. Okey. Bye Bye. - Jason

“(beatbox) Laura it’s MEMO, giving you a call. (Inhales) Damn, I love winter air. Beautiful beautiful, so clean so crisp. Aaaahhh…fresh. Love it, love it. Just finished a great date-wonderful date, WONDERFUL date. This girl is beyond neat.God, I just …just… don’t gel with american girls. I don’t know what it is, there’s something about beyond the border that tickles my pickle. american girls just frost my cookies. I don’t know what it is. HOLY SH*T my paper’s already here! A little late, a little embarressing. That’s a little premature, I mean what the F**k?! You come home at 3 in the morning, the paper’s already written? Where I come from there’s still news at 3am. But anyway, won’t be a douche bag. Hope you’re well. Just calling to make sure you had a place to sleep tonight, if not, you’re always welcome at the Gavin Hotel. Keep in touch. Look forward to seeing, or hearing from you, or both, maybe if the circumstances are right, will hear and see you at the same time, yet synomously. Called dad tonight, wow the stories were so intense. SO intense. Well love you very much. Wow, a lot of diarrhea coming out of my mouth, lot of BLAB, lot of blab. Can’t wait to hit the rack, gonna snuggle with that little bear, wish it was that Brazilian girl…sigh… all in due time. Uh, love you laura. Good night.” - Gavin