Leila

1) Bought alcohol illegally 2) stole a slew of other things

3) Brought in for questioning 4) Sentenced to 82 days 5) Had lunch in jail, one of my irl friends was there (noticeably a lot of black people)

**I do not own the rights to the Danganronpa franchise. This is simply a dream I am turning into a fanfic***

1) SDR2 cast

2) Locked in a mall

3) We all have wristbands, like Danganronpa 3: Future Arc

4) Any phrase can set them off

       a) Akane “spider monkey” (goes feral, starts climbing walls)

       b) Hiyoko “fish” (finds large frozen fish, beats people with them)

1) We were dating

2) He was a gang member and had a double life as a singer and violinist

3) Gang life was becoming too violent for my tastes

4) At a party - people were trying to get with me

5) Found out he never claimed me while dating around his gang

6) Blew up on him

7)Robert

When I got word that the student life center at my college was planning a vacation for Valentine’s Day, I had to jump on it. A group of sixteen college kids, staying at the president of the college’s summer beach house, definitely sounded like a mess but an interesting one.  I’m not a fan of Valentine’s Day itself but when there is an opportunity to get away from the shambles of your life, you take it. 

I just didn’t know that this opportunity would lead me down one truly crazy path of mystery, heartbreak, and redemption. Wild, isn’t it? This was supposed to be a simple trip. I was supposed to “find myself "or whatever bullshit those white girls do in the coming of age movies. Instead, I ended up putting an international paparazzi target on my back and saved two kingdoms from crashing to the ground 

Cool, right? Right?

So why do I still feel empty?

Why do I feel like I should’ve done more?

Why do I feel like I have been set back to square one?

I mean, we can probably find that out as the story goes on but it doesn’t hurt to ask these questions now while you’re still here, reader. 

1) My college class is on a summer vacation by the sea

2) Nervousness from everyone about the trip because it is a surprise from the teachers, valentine’s day edition

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3) Moms preparing Valentine’s Day in foyer (aside: why moms, I don't know, it was a weird dream)

Everyone else was in the pool area of the beach house we stayed in

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Queen of Prudence (aside: made up country) visits the same island for a dog show, hosted by the King of Quaton (aside: another made up country) with unruly dogs

I happen to be an aspiring dog trainer

She is trying to marry the King of Quaton, that much is evident

The Queen has this pearl that control’s people’s moods however the owner sees fit

I find out about it when the pearl drops around the crazy dogs

I research the pearl and find out about the vicious assassin Pearl Lachay, the true identity of the queen 

Reveals it to the press during the dog show happening on the island, Lachay’s excuse to get close to the King of Quaton, who is hosting the show

Pretty gif before I go into this idea explanation.

And no, not the physical act. 

I have learned that I do a lot of jumping in just a regular day’s routine. It might be jumping from moods, jumping from assumptions, jumping from any sign of apathy, or even something we can all relate to- jumping to conclusions. 

Personally, I jump to projects. 

Maybe jumping is putting it simply for the aesthetic. 

I make leaps and bounds. I use a pogo stick off the school building wall. I take one look at a frog and think, “I bet you wish you were me”. I make the basketballs rebounding off the backboards look like specks of dusts moving throughout the air.

Whenever the scent of a new project unfortunately floats my way, I seize it with the ferocity of an angered mother’s hand wrapped tightly around a tantrum throwing child. 

It’s solely unfair because I’m never going to finish it. The motivation I have in the moment progressively fades to nonexistence and I am left with nothing but the sole will to stay active  grasping at the doors of my attention.

It's a vicious cycle and one I am constantly trying to end because of I keep heading down this route, I will, unfortunately but inevitably, doom myself to never being trusted in the future where it is most important.

When we have toxic traits such as taking on more than we can handle, it is very important to find them and become aware of them early on so that we don't end up losing important relationships and blessings in the future. 

I was reading from 1984 by George Orwell and a passage jumped out at me. It reads: war prisoners apart, the average citizen of Oceania never sets eyes on a citizen of either Eurasia or east Asia, and he is forbidden the knowledge of foreign languages. If he were allowed contact with foreigners he would discover that they are creatures similar to himself and that most of what he has been told about them is lies. The sealed world in which he lives would be broken, and the fear, hatred, and self righteousness on which his morale depends might evaporate.

This book, in it’s self, has predicted so many truths that have happened over the past 50 years and it is astonishing how we blindly ignore the philosophy and the script of our teachers from the times that we tell ourselves we will never go back to, that we are progressing from for the greater good.

Looking at the news headlines, learning about families being separated because they enter the “land of the free” illegally, searching for asylum, rightfully as refugees do, I can’t help but think back to this passage. I can’t help but think back to the Spanish classes that we take and how limited we are in our knowledge of the “shit hole countries” we are required to learn about for our three-year core curriculum, if we move past grammar and conjugation. The headlines screaming fake news, our “president “ rants on Twitter that start wars with countries we have been feuding with since the era of Reaganism, separation of families that have the same make up, same DNA as the proud flag waving people of The United States of America, and yet they are treated like animals because of the difference of melanin in their skin compared to ours. We are ignoring the signs that our teachers gave us through cinema, music, literature, oratory presentation, and psychological studies.

We are the ones living in a shit hole country.