7pm on Saturday to 7 pm the next day, I turned everything off. I made sure everything was charged (Just in case for emergencies). It felt so weird, I usually sleep with my iPod in, tuning out everything else so I can get a good sleep. But that night, one of my friends from down the hall came in wearing a mask. He practically scared me to death. I literally was so scared, that I punched him but, of course, it didn't hurt him at all. So, I could not really sleep since I am afraid of the dark. I did not go to bed until 2 in the morning since I was still freaked out. If I had my iPod though, I would've fell asleep like a baby. When I woke up, I went to see if I could find my phone but I was like, "Oh wait, I can't use this." It is such a daily routine that I just forget. Well, I put my phone in one of the drawers in my desk. I did not wake up until 10pm since it was a sunday and the only day where I can sleep in. Most saturdays, I have to wake up for soccer games in the morning, it is dreadful. I love sleeping in, but anyway, I really did not have much to do that day besides homework. Since watching TV is okay, I watched a little bit in the morning to start my day. I watched cartoons like Spongebob and what not. I watched TV for like an hour, and it was already 12. I was like, "Well, I kind of wasted half the day away". So I look around the dorm to see if there is anything I can do. Well, there was a whole bunch of cleaning to do, so I sucked it up, changed into dirty clothes, put my hair up, and got all the cleaning supplies. I really do hate cleaning, I never really did it in high school since my mom always cleaned but this time, it is different. I am not at home anymore, I am by my-self, with roommates of course. The dishes were piled up so high, sometimes they were falling out of the sink; it was disgusting. The dishes are my job in the dorm, and from the amount that was there, one could tell that I was procrastinating on doing them. I hated washing the dishes back at home, but while I was doing these, I felt better since we finally had more utensils to use and not use paper towels as plates! There was just so many dishes to do, it took me literally 3 hours. I did the dishes 3 times within those 3 hours. I washed so many the first time until I could not fill the drying rack anymore, then I dried them, and put them away. I repeated that process 2 more times. My fingers were so puny to the point were it felt weird putting my hands underwater. While I know this is a "first world problem", I hope to never let the dishes get like that again, After I did the dishes, I was like, "well might as well clean the kitchen", so I did. I took everything off the counter and wiped everything on the floor, used disinfecting wipes and cleaned the sink, microwave, and the toaster oven. I put everything back, squeezed out the sponges and grabbed the broom. I swept the floor and threw it in the trash. I took a second, looked at the kitchen and patted myself on the back. I felt good about myself. I looked at the time, It was already 4pm, and I was starving. So I went to the Capital Eatery with a couple friends and pigged out on everything. I had a piece of pizza, perogies, scrambled eggs with sausage for my first plate (With ketch-up of course). On my second plate, I had french fries, veggies, spaghetti with marinara sauce. After I finished that, I grabbed a bowl of coco puff cereal. I still was not full so I grabbed a big bowl of ice cream. I put chocolate chips at the bottom along with butterscotch. Then I added the ice cream, it was the mixed soft serve of chocolate and vanilla. After I put that in there, for the finishing touch I added chocolate sauce on top. Literally, I was in heaven. I ate that but I still was not full, my roommates called me a fat kid at heart but were also wondering where I put it all. I answered, "I hope my butt" and they laughed. It was around 7pm and I was back at the dorm. I still did not have anything to do, so I went into my room and cleaned up my side of the room. I put all my clothes away and straightened up the bathroom area. Women are gross, there was hair everywhere in the sink, (Mostly my hair, I shed a lot) and powder make up smudged on the sink. So again, I got disinfecting wipes and cleaned that area. I felt so good about myself, I felt like I did a ton today without technology. I talked with my friends in person and cleaned up the place. I thought about doing this every weekend but then again, maybe not. I felt like I was going through withdrawal without my phone. I always check it, like every minute of the day. When my 24-hour period was over, I look to check my phone, hoping to see if there were any messages. There was one message and it was from my mother. She asked if I needed anything sent in a package, I was fairly disappointed. None of my friends texted me, I told them not to but I wanted them to anyway; it is contradicting. Overall, the whole experience of not having any technology was hard to do. Since I live everyday with my laptop or my phone of even my iPod, it felt weird not having any of it. I seriously do not know what I would do without it, and I don't know how people back in the day where they did not have any of this, lived their lives. I know that sounds really dramatic, but that is just the way I see it. I am glad we have technology, but I am also glad that someone was not checking up on my every hour of the day.
