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Summery and bubbly... but with large amounts of
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His life must have been pretty bad if he wanted to blow up the school and stuff ... DUH!!!

On the news was a story about a boy who was recently possibly plotting to blow up the school. He had homemade napalm, a corpse list, photo's and lay outs of the school, and places where possible bombs could go. He was arrested before he did anything. They interviewed a girl that went to school with him. She was one of the "normal" people. She said that the boy was very strange, always dressed oddly, and was antisocial, but that they never thought he'd do anything violent. Then she goes on to say that his life must be pretty bad for him to want to blow up the school and hurt people. LIKE NO SHIT SHERLOCK!!! The poor boy has probably been feeling like the world is ending and he has to stop the pain. That girl doesn't have a clue of what that poor guy probably feels. Having been an oddity that had no friends and was insanely lonely... I quite frankly don't really blame the boy for wanting to blow up the "normal" people. Even if they haven't done anything horridly out of the ordinary to him, that doesn't make the fact that they neglect to include him or think that they are better then him any less hurtful. I'm not saying that its right for him to blow people up mind you. I'm just saying, that clearly, something needs to be done. Now that these people who are in this much pain have fairly easy access to such weapons of destruction, if we don't want any more Columbines, then people need to pay attention. We need to make sure that people do not feel that alienated. Oiy, when will the world get it?

"I can't feel... the way I did before... Don't turn your back on me..."

Theres this chow mix at work. He reminds me soo much of Cubby. I know he is himself, and not Cubby, but, my heart goes out to him. He is definatly a chow mix, and he knows it, unfortunatly. If he wasn't so chowish in temperment, then he would probably have been adopted already. He's been at the shelter since July. I keep having.. flashforwards I guess. Not exactly a flash back of Cubby, but I can see the same thing happening with Butch. Or, it being the same basic story. I'm so afraid to like him. So afraid to give him any extra TLC. He needs it, but I don't know that I want to put myself into that position again. I already have to a certain extent, working with him on the "leave it" command. I can't have a dog. I don't even have time for my cat or my rabbit or my turtle. So I definatly don't have time for a dog. Also, I'm not allowed to have a dog where I live, and my apartment is way to small, and my cat HATES dogs. I mean, Butch is great with cats, but my cat would try to kill him. I hope he gets adopted soon. The longer he is at the shelter, the more attached I will get. And sometimes, even after 6 years, I can't prevent it. Logic doesn't work, and for some reason I can't build up the walls around my heart to fend them off. For now I will have to limit my contact with him I guess. I just don't know what else I could do.

Whats in a Name?

I went to this fair while I was in Oregon. They had a church group that was handing out certificates that have your name, and what your name means. They just look up your name in the computer, and print out the paper. The people I was with all had theirs done, and the people with the computer were asking me. I told them they probably didn't have my name, especially not the way I spell it. Well, lo and behold, they had my name, even spelled correctly. Turns out that my name is really very very old. It means "a pearl". I wonder if my mom knows that my name meant something. I always thought we just didn't know how to spell, or liked our children to feel alienated, as we all spell names differently. I never really looked at as a tradition to spell names differently... it never crossed my name until just now. Maybe, just maybe, thats something that we have that we pass down.