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Dylan lost in thought after finding an old stuffed animal.
Wonder what he’s thinking about.

Every year on Dylan’s birthday, Tom Klebold goes up to the place where the two used to hike and takes a Dr. Pepper, because Dylan loved Dr. Pepper, and the stuffed Koala that was Dylan’s childhood favorite.

(Also just want to add: the above quote is the only documented mentioning of Dylan’s koala, anything else about him sobbing into it or hugging it after a traumatic day at school is verified as false, great post about it here)

“..dwelling on the beautiful past..” – DBK 😦

Do you think Dylan ever was jealous of Eric because of his more conventionally attractive features and the way Eric would seemingly be more open about his feelings and stuff? I tend to think so

Nah, I don’t think Dylan took notice of Eric that way let alone be secretly jealous of his differing physical features. lol  I feel as though it’s more like him looking like anyone else but himself would’ve done for him. Everyone else looked more ‘normal’ except him.  It was hopeless so why even be jealous over such things?  And Eric was most certainly not open about his “feelings and stuff’”.  He was not a good communicator and most especially not with women. This doesn’t mean he didn’t try but he felt uncomfortable in his skin with it which is why he did better expressing on AOL chat with girls.   Everything he couldn’t say IRL he could manage with some modicum of confidence online.   Neither boys were good acknowledging, identifying and processing feelings let alone expressing and communicating them to others.  Everything bottled up, to their frustration.

For some reason I think I like Dylan’s short hair better. What is your preference?

I think he looks good with short hair too. He comes off as a different person with short hair.  Kinda clean-cut prep. But I prefer these [x] and [x] lengths best. The near-shoulders lenght works with his prominent features – his chin, his nose and ears.  I think that is why he fought to grow his hair out even though his parents wanted him to get a haircut.  He felt more comfortable with longer hair because I think he kinda felt like it balanced everything out better plus it was individualistic and against the grain of the standard look at school. 

I like a ton of your posts on Columbine, do you have any one’s I should for sure read?

Hmm, I have no clue, anon.  That’s kind of up to your personal preference and taste?  What interests you specifically that you’d want to learn more about?  You may just want to check out the E-C archive.  And maybe someone here can help point out any posts that are worth the read?   I’m not a huge fan of my own stuff, tbh. lol 

How do you think Dylan (and Eric for that matter too) would feel knowing that pictures of their dead bodies were shown everywhere? Do you think they’d feel humiliated or just not care?

Humiliated?  No.  I really don’t think they’d care what anyone thought other than the fact the the sight of the two of them would make a useful, shocking impression on the world.  That they did what they did to themselves because they didn’t give a shit, they didn’t fear death and dying and they certainly didn’t have any remorse, apprehension and revulsion over taking other people’s lives and dragging them all kicking and screaming into death along side them.  Their battered bodies laying on the library floor in pools of deep crimson bloody gore represented how they were made to feel worthless and so therefore, everything in their wake would be dealt with as worthless crap.  ‘You all consider us worthless garbage so we’ll take out all of you out as the same worthless garbage and pieces of shit.’  

They were two bombs that exploded and imploded all at the same time.

They were the equalizers by leveling the playing field. War is war and death isn’t pretty is it people?  We’re ugly and scary to look at. They threw it all back in your face and the truth hurts.  Their bodies would be A Symbol that they feared nothing – not violence nor death.  And in so doing, they were a symbol of power that none could touch.  They took their own lives and no one on this shit hole of a planet was about to take them as prisoners. 

And, well, actually.. I do believe they’d be  morbidly fascinated as to how they looked in death..but also disgusted thinking about it in retrospect that the whole thing did not go down as they fantasized. It started out heady but rapidly became more of a nightmare in the end so they needed to end themselves by way of their own deaths to escape it. 

Did Dylan mind yo mama jokes? Or did he respect his mom? Did he ever curse at her?

Yo mama jokes are ridiculously stupid and he, Zack and Eric knew it. They’re moronic jokes and they weren’t  a jab at his mom in any sort of personal attacking way, if that’s what you’re getting at, anon? 

He respected his mom for the most part but he had his moments of being sullen, moody and disrespectful with her  – and yeah, I’m certain there were moments when his temper and attitude got the best of him and Dylan cursed at Sue.  But keep in mind, this is typical teenager stuff.  Every teenage boy has cursed at their parents at some point in time. I’m sure Dyl quickly got the message the moment his computer keyboard was taken away from him for x number of days that it wasn’t the best choice he could make when pissed off at his parents.

What are the different smiles of Dylan?

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The many smiles of Dylan Klebold

Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though it’s breaking.
When there are clouds in the sky
you’ll get by.

If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You’ll see the sun come shining through
For you.

Light up your face with gladness,
Hide every trace of sadness.
Although a tear may be ever so near

That’s the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what’s the use of crying.
You’ll see that life is still worthwhile-
If you just smile.

– Charlie Chaplin

What do you think Dylan’s opinions and feelings were towards doing schoolwork and homework in his junior and senior years?

That it’s narrow in scope and more often than not, far too easy so therefore, boring and dull, uninspiring and pointless. Certainly not challenging enough to hold his attention so he chose the only classes that would push and engage him just a slight bit more – AP classes as oppose to average level classes. Mostly a breeze with the ordinary classes and other times, with the AP classes he elects, he’s just happy to be juggling ten balls instead of just the usual two to three – but at least the struggle is slightly more interesting enough and worth it to just barely squeak by and pass the class flying by the seat of his pants. A last minute save by making up exercises at the very last minute/  He’s succeeded on receiving a ‘D’ maybe not an ‘A’ in a boring, super easy class, but hey, this class was deemed “advanced” (at least by the zombie’s standards) so it’s good enough all things considered. It’s the journey not the destination here for Mr. V.   It’s a a way to kill time and make school seem remotely interesting or at least slightly less tedious.  In the grand scheme of things though, from The Everything point of view, none of this ..stuff..this minutia matters, the way it shouldn’t – yet, the calculus shit is hard and annoying at times, it actually pushes him (what a concept!) and maybe he struggles with it like putting an intricate puzzle together – but at the end of the day, none of it proves he’s stupid because none of these pointless shit formulas and exercises can define who he truly is much as The System would like him to believe it. Deriving his value from a test result – ridiculous!   Yet, humanity is caught up in setting forth it’s limitations by adhering to the school system’s ridge rules and fossilized curriculum and circuitous exercises signifying nothing, and we are all made to jump through it’s hoops like cogs in a wheel, our very self-worth and intrinsic value defined from our performance compared to statistics and rigid criteria. We are all just distracted from what truly matters most in the grand universe and it’s most definitely not this calculus shit when you’re approaching this from the expansive mind of the Everything perspective.

Sorry but his hair looks gross in Rampart Range. For some reason it looks much better in Hitmen for Hire, and especially Nate Dykeman Morning Rituation and his senior yearbook photo with his blue shirt and black pants

Honestly, his hair looks vastly different in each of those that you mentioned. In Rampart Range, Dyl was being weekend casual. It’s that ‘who gives a fuck on Saturday; I’ll just slam the ballcap over my semi-blow dried hair, throw on the trench and go.’  Hitman for Hire, his hair was a day late being washed and a little on the greasy-straight side having run his fingers through it all day. 😉  In the Morning Ritual, his hair was freshly showered and his curls were air drying, and in his senior yearbook photo, Dyl most definitely went to the hairstylist and had his hair professionally cut and styled (at his mom’s  begging insistence.)  Yup. Fo’ sure. It looks too perfect..it’s so UN Dyl. lol  Too contrived and not natural enough.

Why did Dylan not have any luck with girls?

Why?  Because of his significant social anxiety and under confidence.
It’s a bitch. “

me looking wierd & acting shy – BIG problem” as Dylan
wrote in his journal. 

Only a couple of girls got to know Dylan and that’s because they went out of their way to spend time to make a concerted effort to get to know him and those two were Devon and Robyn. Most of the time, well at school any way, he was silent, low key and withdrawn; he kept to himself unless he was around people he knew fairly well so most girls didn’t see ‘him’, to catch on to the layers underneath – the personable, warm-hearted Dylan, the smart guy with a wicked, morose, off-beat sense of humor. If you were a girl that got to know Dylan it was generally through your dude friends that was also somehow friends or friends of a friend with him. Girls outside of that particular social circle of friends, only saw what he projected: a quiet, unknowable dude with a possibly strange, eccentric demeanor for how he dressed and who he associated with. Some might have secretly dug that about him from a far, I’ve no doubt, but they were too unsure to just go up to him out-of-the-blue and break the ice. Even then, it’d be rough going let alone attempting on a blind date with him. And, it’d take a lot of ice breaking, a concerted effort to stick with him to warm him up to being relaxed enough so that his genuine personality shone through. There were occasions, however, when scant few perceptible girls like Renee Kinsella , caught a few glimpses of the hidden nuggets of coolness that lay just beneath his awkward, reserved surface.