The UCF Muslim Student Association is holding its annual Fast-A-Thon, where people of all faiths are invited to fast, similar to the Islamic tradition. More than 780 million people worldwide do not have access to clean water. For every pledge MSA receives, a donation will go to the Muslim Aid charity's Dig-A-Well program, aiming to build wells in developing countries.

Out of my own volition, I have decided to take part, which means I'm going to try to keep the complaining to a minimum. However, I will be live blogging and updating this article throughout the day for all of your enjoyment. No water or food until 5 p.m. Let's do this.

The Prologue

In the past nine hours I have failed a surprise midterm, eaten a bowl of seafood pasta, watched bits and pieces of the classic Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds film, The Proposal and fallen asleep in said bowl of pasta. Needless to say, in addition to the hunger and thirst I am about to feel, I will also be experiencing fatigue and fear of failing a class.

The Task

7:47 a.m.: I feel normal. I don't usually eat breakfast, and I have gone an entire day without drinking water before, except that was unintentional. I wasn't constantly thinking about this temporary breakup. My lips feel chapped whenever I stare out the window and think about the day ahead of me.

8:23 a.m.: I'm driving through my neighborhood and it smells like coffee. Not sure if it's a mechanical failure from one of the leaf blowers ahead.

8:24 a.m.: No, it's coffee. I have that part in Justin Bieber's "Baby" where Ludacris says "...don't need no Starbucks," on a loop in my head. I hate it.

9:47 a.m.: All I'm thinking about is food. I can't remember if I think about food this frequently every other day of my life, but I think knowing I can't have any is making it worse. To train myself for this live blog, I've been referencing the Gawker article where the writer spends 14 hours in a T.G.I. Fridays, testing the endless appetizers policy, and subsequently eating nothing but mozzarella sticks. Now, my mind is going through all the stages of eating a mozzarella stick.

11:00 a.m.: I got a notification from Instagram. A St. Augustine-based cheeseburger joint just liked my latest photo. Is this a joke?

11:51 a.m.: I found the third Circle of Hell from Dante's Inferno, and its name is the Student Union at lunchtime. The air is sickly sweet next to Joffrey's.

12:15 p.m.: What is it about people licking ice cream cones that makes them look so smug?

12:54 p.m.: I completely forgot about the bag of pretzels behind my computer at work. I was so relieved when I saw it. Then I remembered. It will remain untouched, which means it's slightly poking out of the corner of the monitor. Watching me. Mocking me.

1:26 p.m.: Someone in the office is eating a hot, savory meal. I am breathing out of my mouth.

1:33 p.m.: It was lasagna and it was in the microwave. My sense of smell and judge of temperature has impressed me.

2:38 p.m.: A bag of chips opens and like one of Pavlov's dogs, my mouth rushes with saliva. Just imagine the elevator scene from The Shining. Except instead of blood, it's spit.

3:35 p.m.: I think I've started seeing things. Everywhere I look on Facebook, people are posting about finding Big Sean tickets for tonight's concert. They have all been misread as a Sean Bean concert, which, to be completely honest, I wouldn't mind attending.

4:30 p.m.: T-30 minutes until I will be breaking my fast. I spent about 4 minutes trying to remember the word "attendees."

Closing thoughts: Although my brain isn't as sharp as it was this morning, I'm glad I went through this fast. I have a much greater appreciation for what I have, namely the easy access to food and water. In the end, though my posts have been on the dramatic side, fasting from dawn until dusk is definitely doable and totally worth it.


Noelle Campbell is a Digital Producer for the Central Florida Future. Follow her on Twitter at @Noellecampz or email her at

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