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Apr 17, 2007 09:54

At the risk of sounding overtly cliché, the only thing that we have to fear is fear itself. (Thank you, FDR.) Tragic things such as the Virginia Tech. shootings happen in clusters. There is no way to predict where the next terrible occurrence will strike and there is no way to try and prevent it from happening. As trite as it may seem, you cannot worry about the things that you cannot control. The only thing that we can do as a whole is to put the families and students affected by yesterday's atrocities in our thoughts and prayers. The worst thing anyone can do is to be angry or to make believe that this will never happen again because of actions we take now; being angry will only cause more tension and more horrific events and, if we honestly believe that we will learn from our mistakes this time around, we will only be further afflicted the next time a disgruntled being acts out in an unconventional way. We cannot lock ourselves up in our houses or in our dorm rooms cowering in fear wondering if our campus is next-- we only let those who would ever want to harm us win when we stoop to that level. You cannot stop living your life because of insecurities of a few deranged kids.

I think that there is something in the air, something in the water, which makes people act out in fear around this time of the year. Typically the wrong doings that take place from mid to late April are attributed to Hitler's birthday-- and I don't doubt that they are partially a result of his birthday-- but I wonder how many of the people that lashed out against others made the connection to the time frame of their cruelty.

Once someone is coward enough to fuel the fire, the rest of the feeble "outcasts" step out from the shadows seeking revenge on those who have, in their mind, done wrong by them. In high school I was unfortunate enough to witness such a thing: murder, suicide, suicide, suicide pact (the students were found out before they could go through with their plans). You never think that these things can happen to you, or someone that you know, until they do.

My heart goes out to all of the families-- extended and immediate-- the friends, acquaintances, and schoolmates of all of those who are suffering from the losses at Virginia Tech. I extend solace even further to those who are afflicted by the recent happenings who are now afraid. Rest easy, my friends. Neither you nor I know where the next attack on society will be and how it may or may not affect us. The only thing that we can do is to keep living and to keep living well. Let us view this tragedy as a reminder that nothing is guaranteed.

On a somewhat brighter note, the neo Nazi march that was scheduled for Friday-- how original-- was canceled on account of the imprisonment of their "fearless" leader. The ignorant minion gets whatever punishment is sent his way.

To stray from all things that deal with hate, I would like to reflect on something that paradoxical of shootings, suicides, and neo Nazis: notthedestroyer. This, my friends, is my loving roommate Melinda. She has just created her journal so now we may all ooh and ahh at her profound thoughts as we scratch the underside of her chin like you would to a new born baby, or a dog (not that she is either-- although I'm sure her bum is still as soft as it was the day she weaseled her way out of the placenta), and sing her accolades and praises. Like myself, she is an aspiring writer; however, her writing is much more creative and, if anyone has some shredded cheese I could borrow, I would like to also say that it is deep. Journalism, as it stands right now, doesn't deal much with creativity. This, my friends, is only because I have yet to break onto the scene. World, words, and writers, beware.

I think that there may be something wrong with me. So far, in the hour that I have been awake, I have touched two pieces of technology, my lap top and my iPod. With that said, I feel it is necessary to say that both of these pieces of equipment have frozen. God damn iPod. Now I will have to resort to the technology of the 90s and bust out my CDs that I luckily have stashed away in my car.

I will be venturing to Akron on May 6th with bits and pieces of my Cincinnati “crew” in tow. We will be attending the Paulson and Umbrellas show at the Orange Street-my new friends can meet my old friends and experience my former stomping grounds. I am only slightly embarrassed to show them the place where I spent multiple nights out of the week, but I think that meeting my friends will deter all negative attention that may otherwise have been given to the dingy surroundings at the OS.

Today is free ice cream day at Ben and Jerry’s. After work and after my RA class, Bri, Alyssa, Andrew, and I-including whoever else we can round up-will make the trip to Calhoun Street where we will indulge in a delicious, and free, ice cream cone. Bottoms up! (But not really; you wouldn’t want your ice cream to end up on your head or worse, on the floor.)

Also, I would like to end this post by saying thank you to all of you who read and respond to my journal-- whether the response be in the form of an AIM conversation, a real-life conversation, a comment, or by any other means of communication. I appreciate all of the positive feedback (I haven't received any negative feedback even though I would accept and appreciate that even more) and I am tickled that so many people find this journal as a source of entertainment; I love that people literally laugh-out-loud at what I have to say. Maybe I should title this journal "How Taylor got her funny back."
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