My day: COVID-19 Spring Break

I never fully appreciated my family's trips until I was stuck inside 24/7, allowed to leave the house to go for a run or take a walk on the same endless 1.57 mile loop where I live.

The schedule I made for Monday, my first day of "Spring Break":

Morning

7:30 to 8:30 - Wake up, breakfast, shower/get dressed

8:45 to 9:15 - Spanish homework

9:20 to 10:00 - Work on essay

10:00 to 10:30 - Math

10:30 to 11:00 - Finish things on the rest of my to-do list

11:20 to 12:00 - Free time, do productive activities of choice

12:05 - Lunch

Afternoon

2:00 - Run

Shockingly, that didn't end up happening...

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What I actually did:

7:15 - My alarm went off, I fell back asleep

8:15 - Drowsily clambered out of bed, ate cereal for breakfast, took a scalding shower (way too hot, as usual)

8:45 - Downloaded Draw Climber on my phone, and discovered another addictive video game called aquapark.io. "Momentary" obsession.

8:58 - Attempted Spanish homework

8:59 - Watched YouTube

9:25 - Started planning a video I wanted to make with my sister, entitled 'Top Ten Scariest Places on Earth'

9:26 - Realized the world is full of so many fascinatingly creepy places

9:27 - Resumed planning 'Top 35 Scariest Places on Earth' video

11:05 - YouTube break, because reading about almost-ghost towns that didn't quite earn the title of 'ghost town' since five people wouldn't abandon their graffitied town with a fifty-year-old fire burning under it was emotionally draining, so watching Lexi Hensler and Ben Azelart see who could gain the most weight in 24 hours was therapeutic

11:15 - Continued reading up on the Willard Insane Asylum and why people weren't so eager to sustain its torturous methods of "curing" people, glancing outside every so often at the beautiful weather, wondering why the forecast said it would snow when the sky seemed pretty far from it

12:05 - Crept downstairs for lunch, substituting the concept of 'nutritious and delicious food' for 'lazy girl wanting the fastest method of producing an edible meal'

12:10 - Inhaled my lunch and played more mindless video games, telling myself to uninstall aquaparks.io during the ads, yet clicking PLAY as soon as the promotions for sudoku.com flashed off the screen

12:30 - Blasted my allegedly annoying reggaeton music (99% of the songs by the band CNCO) while learning about an abandoned town in Namibia that has houses filled with sand. Neglect and Latin pop are a great combination.

1:48 - Was kicked out of my room so my sister could start her virtual ballet lesson (three minutes late)

2:20 - Finally changed into my running clothes after sitting on the bathroom floor for half an hour failing at navigating my video game character down a water slide (aquapark.io? Maybe...)

2:35 - Returned from my run feeling slow and sluggish, wishing I had valid excuses for my weak performance because "I'm coming down with a case of coronavirus that I caught from the people that cross the street when they see me" probably won't cut it.

2:45 - Kept planning the video that probably would never happen, at the rate we were going.

4:30 - Went for a walk with my sister, and only then did it start snowing, the sunny sky filling with clouds for the first time the whole day, proving the forecast right at the worst possible time.

6:08 - Took the trash outside to the bear box, forgoing the notion of shoes, (because the extra minute of untying my quadruple knotted laces is a minute too long), and thus freezing my feet as I walked through the freshly snow-covered driveway.

6:24 - My sister and I began our dance progression video (her attempting to teach me how to dance) but she does lyrical, ballet, and acro, and I run. There is nothing graceful about pounding along a track or dirt path, splashing through puddles and caking my legs in mud, which might be partially why I failed so horrifically at dancing. That and the fact that reggaeton music doesn't exactly scream graceful!

7:15 - Dinner.

7:49 - I escaped to my room and proceeded to watch YouTube for two hours until forced to start getting ready for bed (WHY PARENTS?!!!!!!! It's vacation, I can sleep in! Even if I probably won't...)

10:15 - Got in bed too early for my liking, and started recording my day in my bent red notebook with the finicky pen that kept springing apart, leading me to discover that the cheap plastic had cracked. But my laziness (as usual) got the better of me and I stayed in bed, trying to use the broken pen.

10:58 - My sister announced it was time to go to sleep, and from the amount of time it took me to write down what happened my day, I realized that my initial plan to do that every night going forward was not a smart one.

11:31 - I laid awake some more, staring at the ink smudge on the ceiling (...not my doing...) that I kept mistaking for a spider, causing me to sit up, bump my head on the wall and flick on the reading light sitting next to me and find that it was not, in fact, a spider. Perfect.

12:00 - "Happy New Year!" Wait...no...it's April. COVID-19 + inability to fall asleep = pure insanity. Everything I needed to do started spiraling through my head...the essay I forgot about, the Spanish homework I did for a whole minute...everything else cluttered on my to-do list, which I felt productive for having even though I added quite a bit more to it than I took off. My final thought before I fell asleep was well. It looks like it's going to take a lot more than a pandemic to cure me of procrastination.