+Journal Log 2189: I have been trapped in this desolate building known as School for the past 3 months, forced to learn things I didn't want, dragged between rooms of torture, instructed to do countless hours of assignments and abide by abnormal sleeping schedules, all the while having my personal freedom stripped from my person. For days I would look out the caged windows at the outside world and wish I was somewhere else. Wish that I could go outside the walls of that hell if just for a week. Then it happened, a higher power heard my cries of vengeance and a week of total freedom has been bestowed upon me. Maybe it's a trap, must investigate further. The dwellers of the outside world know the freedom as Spring Break. I'm yet to fully understand the meaning but I have unravelled two things. On this week, thousands of young adults, preferably 18-20, take refuge at various tropical resorts and consume inhumane amounts of alcohol and swap bodily fluids known as sexually transmitted diseases. Some sort of ritual? Unknown. I have disguised myself in garments known as Ed Hardy and tan lotion as to further study them from within their gathering. The seem to be in a state of spiritual trance, willing to do almost anything for shots of chemicals, like "tequila." It frightens me to see the events that take place here, knowing I may be next in "Wet T-Shirt Competitions" or "Belly Shots." The picture I have included in this entry shows one of the followers in her trance state, most of the outsiders here are much like her. Oh no. The naked male followers are storming up and down the halls as we speak so I must end this entry quickly. More research to come shortly.

Labels: Spring Break