Journal+Entries

January 25, 2056 Well, we've just settled in and we couldn't be happier! The 'topia is a paradise and I hope we never have to leave. My family was assigned a plot of land right next to The Founder's compound, we were elated to be that close to our leader. The Founder is almost never seen, although it is said that she is rather short in stature I feel that she blends into the community only time will tell. Oh, there go the bells for the afternoon service! Best dash!

February 17, 2056 Officially had a horrid day! I was subjected to humilation at the hands of The Founder. I was summoned because my music was distasteful and loud. I can't help in my taste in music. I asked The Founder what was wrong with Lil' Wayne and she...well, she went irrate calling it utter trash. I was then tossed into a wooden seat, tied up with hemp rope, and made to listen to the entire contents of The Founder's ipod. I will never listen to UB40 //ever// again. Red Red Wine....stay close to me...ugh! there that blasted song is again! Best dash, it's almost time for dinner.