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Why Readathons Never Actually Work for Me

The 24 hour readathon is swiftly approaching, and I have started pondering how the day's going to go. I'm on Central Standard Time (i.e. The Best Time), so I'm technically supposed to start at 7. But I'll be visiting my parents. Judging by my knowledge of me -- which is fairly extensive -- and my family members -- which is extensive enough -- this is how I see the day going down:

9 a.m. - Awaken two hours late and immediately feel guilty for staying up late with my 15-year-old brother Brandon the night before, watching Doctor Who and eating tacos. Despite said guilt, I will immediately search for my laptop that surely fell off my bed some time in the night,as I have the hideous habit of falling asleep with my laptop open on my bed.

9:30 a.m. - Finish checking social media sites and maybe pick up one of several books that have surely also fallen off my bed. I store a lot of things on my bed.

10 a.m. - 12 p.m. - Consider my half hour of reading good enough, give myself reward of chocolate chip pancakes.

12 p.m. - 4 p.m. - Halfheartedly pick up book again. Put it down when Brandon calls me a tool for reading because he wants to watch more Doctor Who. Watch more Doctor Who.

4 p.m. - 6p.m. - Feel very guilty indeed, proceed to do the only actual reading I will do all day.

6 p.m. - Rest of the Day - Order pizza, argue over the tv, have How's Your Future Shaping Up discussion with my dad, get yelled at by my mother for arguing over the tv. Pass out at midnight and wake up after the readathon's over.

Despite this knowledge, I will be bringing approximately a million books with me to my parents'. Because I live in hope.


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