My first day of quarantine was full of frustration to say the least. I use the term quarantine because my house happens to be the only house on the block with the window shutters up, blocking out the rain, strong winds and happiness. My mom and brother had spent all late afternoon and early evening putting up shutters around our Miramar home without my help because even at 20 years old, I still have the ability to whine like my glory days of 14. (FYI, I whined about how stupid it is to be scared of rain and wind, which is essentially what the STORM is.)
I woke up to my loving boyfriend calling to ask how hard it was raining. He's calling from West Pines, a twenty minute car ride. Even though he called at 9:30am, my window made me think it was midnight thanks to the shutters. He and I had plans to spend the storm together watching movies in my room, but paranoia must have had my poor mom up all night because she stopped me before I could pick him up. I couldn't risk opening the door without the possibility of down power lines and getting struck by lightning. (Let me take the time here to just say that if you're planing to live at home during college before switching to a real university, DON'T DO IT.) There goes my romantic Sunday. As much as I hate to admit it, even though it was just rain, my overprotective mom had a point, it was dangerous to drive, most of my neighborhood driveways were flooded with standing water. I was already having car troubles and Josh has been recovering from his car accident for almost three years..we can't risk it.
My Sunday was doomed to be spent in the house with my mom and brother. Here's some background on my family which no one really knows; My parents got divorced a year ago, so to keep us afloat, my mom works A LOT. I see her for maybe twenty minutes on a good day. We text often so it's not like she was a complete stranger to me. My Brother just started his junior year of high school, he plans on becoming a cop when he graduates, so he's in and out of the house a lot. we're also text savvy. With my school, work and social life always meshing, I'm out of the house a lot too, so when we all had breakfast this morning, the weather seemed to effect everyone's mood. Grouchy, irritated, hungry and bored. We were trapped in the house, like well, anything trapped that desperately wanted out. I'm so bored I can't think of a simile! With tensions high and patience lower then normal, I couldn't hide my boredom from my stressed out mom and annoyed brother who's friends were outside because it was just windy. Friday and Saturday were great, spending time with my boyfriend is always fun. It was Sunday that kind of, pretty much ruined it.
There's always next weekend (optimism rears it's ugly head.) Next weekend seems so far away!
I turned on the TV only to have all my local channels focused on the meteorologists, which I suspect is the only reason they would want to become weather men/women is to report on disasters or "catastrophes" such as this storm, and keeping people locked up in their homes like they're hiding from zombies. Plus disasters have a way of bringing people together in a twisted way. I quickly grew bored of the drama on the News and pushed aside my boredom and frustration by watching a Danny Phantom re-run. My fascination for this series is a bit weird, but it's what makes me happy and for the next hour and a half, it entertained me.
At lunchtime I found a few movies to watch varying from bad chick flicks to very bad chick flicks, to Scooby doo 2: Monsters unleashed. I finally had lunch but I kept feeling trapped, a bit claustrophobic because of the lack of being outside, so I took a nap while watching Futurama on comedy central, only to be woken up again by my boyfriend who was checking in, like he said he would. He wasn't thrilled to be cooped up at his aunt's house with his kid cousins during this cuddle weather either.
I was quickly running out of things to do, and options to eat. We had a bunch of canned food to outlast a zombie outbreak of three years, but I wasn't going to eat out of boredom, I'd already done that twice. I painted my nails, organized my closet, finished a book and played an IQ game on my phone. an hour passed during all of that.
the rest of my day was exactly that. finding ways to pass the time without actually spending time with my family. not that I was against it, it's..complicated.
There's no school tomorrow, so my first day of school is cancelled, and I only have classes Mondays and Wednesdays so I only have school once this week, and being the typically and tragically broke student, I don't have much options other then to stay at home and figure out when I work, which is at the villages of Gulf stream down by the beach.
Atleast I have somewhere to blog my boredom, one of the perks of a struggling Journalism student. As I spoon feed myself Nutella and watch The Simpsons on Fox's Animation Domination, I momentarily think about what tomorrow will bring. A boyfriend who missed me, a drive to Tamarac to drop him off, fresh air filled with rain.
Atleast today is over.
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