i would like to correct myself about jeffrey weise in my last post. he isnt about 13 or 14... he was about 16 (1988.08.08). and it happened last year. 2005 march 21. he killed is grandfather and his lover before going to school shooting others. he used a 9mm glock and a pump-action shotgun. as he shot each individual... he smiled and waved.. and he asked one girl if she believed in god then shot her. There were a total of 7 fatalities and 14 injuries in the school. and after being shot in the leg and the hip.. he was cornered in a classroom and he inflicted the shotgun and blasted his own head. Another student believed to be involved in planning the event was arrested one week after the shootings, and there is some expectation of further arrests.

i read his last entries on his blog journal and.. i meant alot to me? even though he didnt say much... he just talked about how he feels.. its pressured and negative.
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december 14th 2004 01:18pm he wrote:
Out with the old, and in with the new.

As I sit here typing up my musings I listen to Cheech & Chong Up in Smoke, the movie. Occasionally shifting my eyes from screen to screen, trying to balance out typing and observing.This is my new journal, in which I will put my thoughts down to words. My view on the days past events and whatnot, my two cents on the world in general. This is my new introductory post - all the spelling and grammatical errors area ll by-products of the new Me.Blah.That sounds so egotistical. Whilst you're here, you might as well check out the message board for the band I'm in: http://6sik6.proboards25.com/Ciao.
Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: Johnny Cash - When The Man Comes Around

January 4th 2005 06:39pm
The instrument of my resurrection was supposed to be freedom. But there isn’t an open sky or endless field to be found where I reside, nor is there light or salvation to be discovered.Right about now I feel as low as I ever have.I don’t think it’s a big secret why, really.My biggest disappointment and downfall came from what was supposed to be the one thing to lift me from the grave I’m continually digging for myself. Nah, never. Only the worthy are saved, y’know.I don’t know, but what I do know is I’m a retarded fuck for ever believing things would change for me. I’m starting to regret sticking around, I should’ve taken the razor blade express last time around… Well, whatever, man. Maybe they’ve got another shuttle comin’ around sometime soon?Ciao.
Current Mood: drained
Current Music: Strawberry Fields Forever - John Lennon

and his last post

January 27th 2005 09:37am

So fucking naive man, so fucking naive.
Always expecting change when I know nothing ever changes.I've seen mothers choose their man over their own flesh and blood, I've seen others choose alocohol over friendship.I sacrifice no more for others, part of me has fucking died and I hate this shit.I'm living every mans nightmare and that single fact alone is kicking my ass, I really must be fucking worthless. This place never changes, it never will. Fuck it all.

so there u go... i dont know how u would feel about all that but i feel as though im going though the same thoughts.