Mancave

Pictured above is actually my god grandmother's (or grand godmother, which kind of makes less sense when i think about it.) current house. it now houses her, my god grandfather and her grandchildren and sometimes her sons, now less so since they're already married. i just tried to remake the floor plan from memory


That was the rough floor plan of what i thought would be my future bachelor pad would look like. it had just enough space for one (or two, wink) people. which i proceeded to feel guilty about since it was once home to 5 people at the same time.

Actually before thinking about my future potential Mancave™, i was at the state prior to being unconscious (i.e sleep), i was thinking about the first list of things i would need to buy if i were to uproot myself and go to another place or country with nothing but my phone, wallet and possibly passport. the first thing that hit me was food and medicine, particularly, cough drops, and eggs and bread came after that.

Well, since you're probably more interested about my Mancave™, it'll most likely have as much space as my Ah ma's place. a nice estimate of that size would be to imagine the size of 2 classrooms (i think, because the rooms are screwing up my projections of the size).

Anyway, important things first, internet, computer, xbox, pool table. Duh, but unfortunately there's no way to make the pool table fit into any room other than the living room, but that's just sad. so i'll have to leave it out until i get a bigger house. Since i would only sleep in one room, the other would be converted into an awesome room. Why? because i can.

The awesome room would contain beanbag chairs, because beanbag chairs are awesome. also, xbox and plastic instruments. i'll probably soundproof the room, or if that proves too expensive, i'll semi-soundproof the room with things like styrofoam and bubble wrap, i'll think of something. In the awesome room, i will also probably include either a projector or a effing big screen to look at stuff, and by stuff i mean things that are not porn.

i'll probably leave a blank wall in the awesome room or the living room to practice graffiti.

i just realised how freaking difficult it is to describe what i want in my bachelor pad. because so much of its' appeal lies in the overall decor and artsy stuff like that, so understanding that, i'll probably do up a photoshop, when i get that bored. i doubt i ever become that bored, because the beatles rock band and pieces of plastic shaped like guitars are waiting for me.