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I’ve been moving my desk lamp around my house so that I have better lighting for the pictures I take.

Hi everyone.

So I was just folding my cloths that I washed last night and I kept thinking to myself, “Man I really feel like I forgot to do something today…” and then I would do one of these

“Did that thing, and the other thing, Rosie was fed, I’m folding my cloths now…”

OH MY GOD I HAVEN’T BLOGGED.

I should probably make my bed if I’m going to blog from this angle also:

I have no idea where this plant came from.

I was just looking back on the last few pictures and realized there’s too much light.

Is this any better?

So I’m about halfway through with Columbine by Dave Cullen:

It’s gotta be one of the best books I’ve ever read. I think a little of it has to do with how the book is structured. The chapters are usually no more than five pages long which is perfect for someone who usually has an attention span that lasts no longer than three or four minutes. I can read a chapter, do something else and return to the book. Most of the time I get sucked in. I read about fifty pages last night without stopping. I was engrossed.

I never realized the sheer magnitude that Columbine had on the rest of the country. Nor did I realize that if everything had gone according to plan it would have been one of the largest acts of domestic terrorism the United States had ever seen, possibly carrying a death toll four times larger than Oklahoma City.

I knew a lot about Columbine before I read this book, so a lot of the mis but if you only know what the media has told you I feel like it’s my duty to clear up a few misconceptions that still linger about the massacre.

• They were not “goths”. Eric the mastermind behind the whole thing, embraced differences. Dylan hated being seen as different, he just wanted to fit in.
• They did not hate jocks. In fact they both liked sports and attended high school football games.
• They were not members of the “Trench Coat Mafia” actually there isn’t (and never really was) a Trench Coat Mafia.
• They were not neo-Nazis. Eric was into Hilter and some parts of weird German sub cultures. Eric’s obsession with Nazi Germany actually really bothered Dylan seeing as his mother was Jewish and he was raised celebrating parts of the Jewish faith. Dylan believed in God, Eric did not. The idea that they targeted minorities, Jews, Christians, and “jocks” is absurd.
• On top of that, they didn’t plan to go inside the school, they planned to bomb the school and shoot the survivors of the explosion as they exited the building. When the bombs failed they entered the school. There was absolutely no way they were targeting any group of people.

One thing that really surprised me, although I’m not really sure why, was how long of a gap it was between Eric and Dylan’s suicides in the library at around 12:08PM and the massacre being declared over between 3:30PM and 4:00PM. I couldn’t believe how long the students trapped inside had to wait to be rescued. The other thing that made me feel even more terrible about how long they had to wait was that the fire alarm started going off shortly after the shooting began, which meant almost four hours of an alarm blasting in their ears on top of mass chaos and fear for their lives.

The last thing I want to say about the book (in this entry) is how appalled I was when I read that the two young people, Daniel Rohrbough and Rachel Scott, who had been killed outside were left there for over twenty-four hours, they weren’t even covered up. The way Daniel Rohrbough’s father knew that his son was one of the casualties was because he saw his dead son lying in the background of one of the pictures in the newspaper the next day. That made me sick.

Enough about the book.

I’m sorry if all my talking about Columbine is depressing you, but I have something that will help! Today I was outside shoveling off the porch in my backyard, The chore I hate more than all other chores combined is shoveling snow but I sucked it up:

Eventually I got a little company:

Rosie has actually made paths for herself through the snow in our backyard so that she can take care of what she needs to when she’s outside.

She really wanted me to roll around in the snow with her but there was no way that I could. It’s so funny to watch her act like a puppy again. She runs around crazily in the snow for about fifteen minutes before she needs to go inside and take a nap.

Alright I have to get going because I’m trying to make plans to see Kaye and Hannah tonight.

Oh one final thing and this is mainly for vlogbrothers watchers (especially Blake):

See you tomorrow!