I'm starving!

Over the weekend, I did a media fast for my communications class. Basically, for three days, you "abstain from all forms of electronic media". This includes telephones, cell phones, radios, TVs, computers, and any other communications device powered by electricity. This means that for 72 hours, I was unable to communicate with anyone besides face-to-face contact. It was especially heartrending because my roommates and best friend went out of town for President's Day. Also, it was my Grandma's birthday and I couldn't call. To occupy myself during this media apocalypse, I kept a handwritten captain's log of my pain and suffering (at least for the first 24 hours), and now here it is for your time-wasting enjoyment.

Friday, February 17.

12:01 a.m. It has begun. The time of judgment is nigh at hand. Power down all devices.

1:09 a.m. Already breaking the rules. Turn phone on to text my mother and remind her that if she doesn't hear from me the next three days, I'm not dead. Power down all devices, for real this time.

8:04 a.m. Wake up from a dream about using my computer. Literally drooling. Disgustingly addicted.

9:15 a.m. Alarm clock goes off, for the first time all school year (normally I use my phone).

9:40 a.m. Shower was slightly longer than usual, due to my inability to measure my bathing time by music (3 songs, then you're done).

9:41 a.m. The apartment is eerily quiet. Check closets for murderers.

There is a Michael Jackson song about a closet, and an Eminem song called Murder. If you combine them, you get something a little bit like an MC Hammer song.

9:52 a.m. Feel trapped in my own head.

10:00 a.m. I can hear the bell tower chime the hour. Unusual. Perhaps the lack of technology is causing me to develop super-sonic hearing.

10:02 a.m. Develop a sudden, severe case of the hiccups. They echo throughout the apartment.

10:45 a.m. Doing more crafts than a Beehive at Girl's Camp!

10:49 a.m. I hope my roommates are alive. Eh, time for food.

10:56 a.m. Now what.

11:00 a.m. Time to stop and smell the roses... Literally. Aha, I'm so punny.

11:17 a.m. Julie is home! There is life on this planet!

11:26 a.m. I FEEL LIKE A GRANDMA.

How do you turn this thing on...?

12:26 p.m. Went to the Creamery. I hate not knowing what time it is.

12:29 p.m. Found a watch. I am 80 years old.

12:58 p.m. Yoda?

1:36 p.m. Watching the i-clicker timer in chemistry is oddly entertaining.......

2:00 p.m. Dance class! I get to listen to music! Albeit the same, annoying song, over and over and over again, but it's MUSIC!

I can hear the angels. Oh sweet, sweet nectar to the ears.

4:19 p.m. I had a wonderful discussion with a friend from dance class, with no interruptions from buzzing or beeping or other electronic noises.

4:20 p.m. My pocket feels naked without my phone.

5:18 p.m. AAAAAHHHHH!!!! Just got home and desperately want to check my phone. I feel so disconnected. I wonder if my friends are dead. THIS STINKS. (Literally, it would smell pretty bad if they died.) I didn't even get any mail.

5:57 p.m. ...Why am I shaking?

5:58 p.m. Is this what withdrawal feels like?

Pretty much.

6:33 p.m. I feel incredibly disconnected. It's crazy how much three little devices affect my life.

7:50 p.m. Did 4 loads of laundry... Organized all my drawers... Had some friends call the travelers--they're alive.

8:12 p.m. Laying on your front room floor watching people out the window.

9:57 p.m. Roommates watching YouTube videos... Better leave the room.

10:31 p.m. Practiced piano for a half hour. I am so much worse than I used to be.

11:06 p.m. Nothing left to do. Guess I'll sleep. Goodnight, cruel world.

Saturday, February 18.

11:53 a.m. Last night I fell asleep incredibly quickly. Got up at nine, went to a chemistry review. Now I'm going shopping, like a boss. Look at me being all productive.

1:31 a.m. Just got back from a really fun night. I wasn't worried about checking my phone the whole time. I just hope my date doesn't crash and die in the snow.

1:32 a.m. I am beginning to feel the way you do after you get over a break-up- so free. So, technology, we're through? Please, I don't need you anyway!

I'm progressing. On the woman side, in case that was unclear.

Sunday, February 19.

12:01 p.m. Eh, I don't really use technology on Sundays anyway.

11:40 p.m. Better entertain myself for the last 20 minutes of my electronic abstinence.

11:41 p.m. Cinnamon challenge? Don't mind if I do!

11:43 p.m. WORST DECISION EVER.

12:01 a.m. It's over! Maybe I'll just continue till tomorrow afternoon... Nope. Powering on, now.

I missed you, glowing buttons. Please, take me back?