This is the second part of a satirical serial diary by Emerald blogger Amber Cole. It was lost to the Emerald for weeks, but has appeared due to some investigation.

Day 32
Of course, loyal followers, you are right when you tell me to stop this madness that I am continuing to live with. My grades have all but tanked because of all the assignments I have been unable to turn in. Then there’s the emotional side of things. Over the course of the 37 days that I have been on this conquest to disconnect myself from the technological world, I have received roughly four letters from my family (it’s our only form of communication nowadays). It breaks my heart, not being to talk to them everyday. So, to change that, I have invested in a decorated World War II veteran messenger pigeon. I’m trying him out today, so update on how his deliveries to come.
Along with buying a pigeon (I’ve named him El Zorro), I’ve also made an appointment with the Health Center. For the past week or so, I’ve been fidgety and I can’t stop braiding my hair when I’m sitting in class.  In the lounge when I’m with friends, my hands will start moving unconsciously. It’s as though I’m typing something but I don’t have a computer.
Other habits I’ve been getting into are compulsively scratching the back of my neck and I’ve wasted four bottles of nail polish from painting my nails and then scratching off the paint only to paint them all over again. I think there’s something wrong with me and by talking to one of the counselor’s at the Health Center, I can pinpoint just what’s going on with me. One of my friends have suggested it be because of my surrender of technology and I am beginning to suffer withdrawals from it, but she’s crazy! People go into withdrawals with drugs (and food in the case of that show Freaky Eaters, which I miss watching).
Day 45
I relapsed today. I didn’t mean to, but my eyes have been so starved for the comforting light of an electric device, I guess I just snapped. I was walking to Agate Hall to talk with someone from the J school (my failing classes have put me on a five year plan). Just as I was walking by the playground outside Agate Hall, I passed a kid. She looked to be in the fourth grade. I was thinking about how innocent those days seemed. No cell phones, no Facebook, email, typing, just being a free little sparrow, sitting in a tree.
It was when I saw this nine-year-old girl on her iPhone did I feel the blood in my body crawl around furiously like ants. Before I knew it, I was grabbing the cell phone from her and pushing her to the ground. She was on Facebook, posting a picture of Pikachu on her friend’s wall. I exited out of her page and then logged into mine. I was so thrilled to pour nosily over my friends’ lives, I had to dance with delight. It was absolutely euphoric.
It wasn’t until I saw the little girl crying on the ground did I realize the beast a lack of technology has made of me. It wasn’t that I felt guilty over my lack of control that scared me back to my dorm and the safety of my bed (covers pulled over my head), it was the fact that I felt no remorse whatsoever. There was this girl crying on the ground, knee scraped, face blotched with red patches, and all I felt was envy, jealousy, indifference and I’m pretty sure there was a pinch of hate in there.
How dare she cry because I took her phone to update my Facebook (and check my email because I multitask). Doesn’t she know what I’ve been through? The way I’ve been living? How I’ve given up my entire life for the sake of an experiment? I’ve thrown over $41,000 in college tuition to the dogs to prove a point and she cries over a tiny, meaningless scrape? Such selfishness!
I should quit this right now. Morgan Spurlock may have been able to eat nothing but McDonalds for an entire month, but I can’t keep free loading off of Oregon for the sake of my philosophical gain. Wait, yes, I can. I can because I have to because if I don’t I will never forgive myself for being weak and giving into the Man. They think they can control me using these devices that occasionally need to be plugged into the wall. I show them what for!