Thanks for sharing your statistical findings.  😉 

Pssht. You mean you can’t read Latin?  jfc   

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You know what they say about big foreheads don’t you ?  😉

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.

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

*Scans blog archive*  Hmm, sure does kinda look that way, huh. 😉 

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.

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.

Nah, maybe Dyl liked one or two of their songs as they’d come on the radio but not something he’d go out of his way to purchase. I don’t that that was Eric’s cuppa at all.

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.

I’d say no.  Dylan assisted with sound production for theater class up through Fall of ‘98 when he collaborated on Frankenstein.   He dropped theater production altogether by the second semester mid Dec ‘98 – Jan ‘99 as evinced in his second semester class schedule.

Eric exhibited more possessive, controlling behaviors around women and he only managed casual dates.  He’d page girls constantly or call their home persistently until he got a hold of the girl.  Had he actually managed to move to a serious boyfriend/girlfriend stage, his calling and checking up on his girlfriend would’ve been incessant to the point of annoying, calling her exactly at certain times of the day.  If she’s  was not where she normally is at that specific time of the day he’d punctually call her,  it’d drive him fucking nuts so he’d compulsively feel the need to take action to control the situation: he’d page her until he got a hold of her or contact her parents to monitor her whereabouts. It wouldn’t just be that though because he’d be physically possessive in a demonstrative way. Now, you might imagine in your mind that that’s a desirable, flattering thing for a girl to be lucky to have that – that is, until it becomes claustrophobic and infringing on your own personal freedom.   Eric would have his arm around his girl in public and if it wasn’t, he’d make sure to drape it around her or hook into her some way to make it clear to other dudes that was laying his claim on her even when in reality she was merely talking to a guy she knew in class about notes for homework.   His insecurity issues would be transparent as he’d be rude, temperamental and openly jealous, accusing her of spending to much time talking to, flirting with, someone he didn’t like at all.  He’d take it as a persona affront that she was casually associating with someone he considered against him. He’d attempt to manipulate which friends were ok to keep and at his absolute worst, yes, he might actually stoop to commenting that her skirt was too short.  He’d also be clingy too in the way that he’d unload his problems on to his girlfriend using her almost like a therapist to air his complaints about certain people, how someone had hurt him or made him angry.  Overtime in the relationship, he’d feel more intimate and co-dependent on his girlfriend because of how much of a confidant she became and how much he relied on her to be over problems and whether she asked to hear about it or not.  She’d be listening to his every grudge, angry upset or slight that hurt him and probably often in connection to friend of a friend she knew. And because he laid himself bare to her more than anyone else, he’d feel stripped and vulnerable in her company and so he would be literally clingy with her. He’d be overly physically demonstrative and after the sex, he might even be reduced to being quiet and attached to her in a child-like ‘I’m never letting go’ sort of way afterward.  The bonding wouldn’t always be one to strength the two of them but something that laid him bear more of his vulnerability that he spent so much time trying to conceal with toughness. It would up-end him and he’d feel like it’d be important to not lose her at all cost.   He’d need reassurance from her constantly that she’d love only him and that they need to stay together.  He’d need to guard her and assert his will over her because to compensate for how really insecure and out of control he felt about himself. The vulnerability in the relationship would amplify those damaged inner feelings.  I do think a lot of these issues stem with his relationship with his mother. That he feels girls he dates seem to represent a kind of confidant or counselor for him almost like they’re assumed a kind of kindly maternal figure that should automatically be there to listen to his every problem, to nurture and assuage his sense that everything in his life is unjust.  

Dylan would not have that intense level of need to control his girlfriend.  He’d allow her space, he’d respect her individuality and how she spent her time. He would be more laid back and easy going without the need to control her every move.  Sure, of course, like any dude, he might get a twinge of jealousy when he saw her talking to another guy in the hall casually that she knew from class, but he wouldn’t dwell on it or distort it into something more questionable than it actually was.  He’d give her the time she needed if she told him she needed time apart.  Hell, there was plenty of times when Dylan needed to be a part himself in his bedroom ‘man cave’ and just be by himself to reflect and think things over. He’d need to decompress alone but then would have more to give her when the phone rang and she called to tell him she’d missed him.  Yes, of course Dylan would need to feel reassurance and a strong sense that she loved and cared for him but he’d also not want to crowd her out and be overbearing with his own needs. She would be spending more time with him trying to get him to confess what was on his mind and what was bothering him.  He’d keep a reign on his own problems because he wouldn’t want to be a bother to her.  He’d realize too if he was infringing on her happiness, he’d own responsibility, probably far more than he should, in any thing that upset her. He would hate to see her upset; it’d hurt him. Her upset was his own and was an imbalance that would bother him enough to want to correct anything that was not working.  Physically, he’d need to be close and as I’ve said before cuddling would be an important way for him deepen the connection and bond, a way to tune into his girl. But it would also be something positive and nourishing so that when they both pulled away from each other, they’d be more productive while being apart on their own doing separate things. But Dylan wouldn’t be paging her multiple times until he could hook his radar into where she was and what she was doing so that he could dispel creeping jealousy.   Sure, he’d have his problems of trying to minimize that nothing was wrong until things reached critical mass and an explosion would occur between them. Yes, sure, he’d reach excruciatingly personal moments of confessions about deeply personal things that bothered him and made him actually cry in front of his girl  but he’d release all of that with a deep, long hug between the two of them and then they would move on with their day together or apart.  She’d be off on a weekend trip with her friends and he’d call her when she was coming back in town so he could be sure to be there and pick her up. He’d be okay letting her do her thing and he’d trust that things could be trusted between the two of them. His love for her and her love for him would be founded on assumed mutual trust. 

Doom related and their multiplayer color preferences.   See here.

“me looking wierd & acting shy – BIG problem” – Dylan Klebold

His wide, prominent nose – which he probably personally viewed as a fat blob, his big chin and his large-ish ears.  And why stop there?  Like Eric, Dyl probably wished he was more bulkier and less on the scrawny side..not that he wanted to be a muscular jock by any means, mind you. He’d just wish to be more substantial in proportion to his height.