I must say you seem like a very mature and intelligent person, a breath of fresh air from some of the Eric and Dylan worshippers on here. I’ve been reading through your blog for some time now, and you know a lot about it all.

Thank you. 🙂 Likewise?  For a person not from around these parts, I appreciate the intelligent, respectful approach and decently posed questions/comments.  I’m knowledgeable simply because I know the case pretty thoroughly.

Former Heroes Who Quit Too Late

emergencyshotgun:

all you need to know about this fic is that eric and dylan fired way more rounds than they expected, theres only round left, and i am a cruel man. part one of probably two but dont hold me to that.

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The fire alarm had been
going on for so long that it had become nothing more than a beep; loud and
cutting but at least not as consistent as it had been beforehand. Eric was
thankful. He didn’t think his splitting headache could deal with it for much
longer – not that he thought he would have to, anyway.

  He ached. His head ached, his nose ached,
his shoulders ached. The room around him
was still now, and all he could think about was how much he ached. Every step
he took grew more sluggish than the last, and it was becoming more and more
difficult to avoid the scattered chairs and the desks as he weaved in and out
of them. On the other side of the table, walking parallel to him, Dylan seemed
to be having the same trouble. They said nothing to one another. There was
nothing left to say.

  Eric glanced down in time to step over a
large pool of blood that was soaking into the carpet. It was thick and dark,
and if he looked to the side, he could see the body it had once belonged to. It
already seemed like a relic from decades ago. He no longer felt anything
looking at them.

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Love this gritty and sad AU story – Good stuff!
Hope they do more. 🙂

dylanbk:

eleventhousand:

Dylan would rather sit in his car and smoke than smoke at the smokers’ pit because the smokers’ pit was sanctioned by the school.
Okay, Dylan. You go.

so rebellious

“People always say: "Do you know why they did it?”. and after a time of thinking about it I kind of think I know why they did it. Well, my first thought was, finally someone did something cause well it seems kind of obvious to me. I saw, like I saw their Hit List that they had..the same kind of people that I didn’t like, so" —Eric Christner

So here’s my opinion – and please don’t be offended or anything. I don’t think the diaries are a very reliable source imho. Because E&D both left theirs out to see, they were deliberately wanting people to read them. This, yes, could be a cry for help, to make people understand what they were going through, but I believe that, if they knew people were going to read them, especially Eric, then they would deliberately write in a certain way to get a certain feeling from the reader. (1/2)

They may have exaggerated, or falsified, even, some points to garner a response from the readers. I believe that Eric was wanting to be seen as a psychopath, and took some sort of sick pleasure from it, and he wrote his in a way which would make him look like a psychopath. (2/2)

No, worries, no offense taken in the least. 🙂 First of all, both boys didn’t leave their journals out to be seen. Only Eric left his journal out fully visible for the cops to see right-off-the-bat when they ransacked his bedroom. Dylan’s, however, was not left out conspicuously to be seen on purpose. Dylan also erased his computer and Eric did not because Eric wanted the world to see everything. You are correct in that Eric created his journal with the full intent of playing to a assumed audience upon his death. In the Basement Tapes, he waves his journal to the camera and calls it “The Book of God”. It’s obvious the way the journal is written that he is hamming it up and playing to his presumed audience, doling out the ultimate shock value as his alter-ego ‘REB’ rants unrepentently in arrogance and angry contempt for the world. – all to seal his reputation permanently as the infamous genius who hoodwinked everyone under the guise of the seemingly respectful, hard-working, deligent student and law-abiding citizen, Eric Harris. The remaining 10% or so reveals in-between-the-line glimpses of Eric, the hyper sensitive, chip-on-his-shoulder hurt, self-loathing ‘weird’ kid who never able to fit in anywhere. If you read his journal at face-value, you will play easily into his hands and see what he wanted you to see all along. If you read it carefully the next go-round, you’ll begin to see through the glaringly visible cracks in his ‘badassery’ facade. So, yes, for Eric, you guessed correctly that he wrote his journal, his ‘Book of God’, with the expected intent that the public would automatically preceive him as ‘The Psychopath’ without remorse or conscience, that enjoyed every minute of the great public deception.

Dylan’s journal is vastly different from Eric’s. It reads honestly raw and painfully self-loathing and miserable. He starts out meaning to throw out some thoughts on to the page in a typical teenage journal fashion, blowing off steam and ranting about mundane incidents – but very soon, he meanders into metaphysical ideas and concepts, lamenting and expressing his sorrows of feeling a lonely stranger within humanity, some of which is in poetic form, and eventually ruminating quite often as to which girl would be The Girl of his dreams and fantasies that would unite with him after his suicide, his death, if it was not possible for him to have this girlfriend in life. He also references refraining from masturbation, having a ‘foot fetish and bondage extreme likely’ most of which is way too mortifying for an intensely shy teenage boy to intentionally leave his journal behind for potential public consumption. It is my belief that Dylan’s journal was meant for himself and his intent was primarily to purge his depressed mind of cyclical suffering thoughts. I think he considered and weighed heavily whether he should destoy his journal but I get the sense he left it behind for only his family so they would not be utterly left completely in the dark. So, that they may understand the burden his life had been with the internal battle his mind had been waging for quite some time. Dylan’s journal is pretty much so painful, awkward and sad that you would have to wonder why he would want to construct this sort of journal for public consumption when it would only paint him as a sad, emotional loser. The imagine he projected at the school on 4/20 was wild bad ass by comparison. So, no, I think Dylan’s journal was intensely personal and was utterly, painfully honest.

In any case, both journals are relevant in that they let us glimpse into their personalities even if Eric was attempting to construct a fake one. 😉 Both are very helpful sources in understanding the contrasting personalities of these two individual boys.

Do you think Dylan had the potential to go to a school like Harvard? I think Eric deff did but dylan didn’t have as good grades as Eric had.

The operative word here is potential.

Dylan was born with a gifted intellect. However, he was plagued by chronic depression which made him apathetic about school in general and his grades. He took AP classes but he was very ‘meh’ and procrastinated in completing assignments at the very last minute; he basically squeaked by on the advanced classes with low-end grades. If he didn’t have depression, and provided there was something he would’ve strongly liked to major in at Harvard, he would have the intellectual potential for such a high caliber school.

Eric, on the other hand, was an average student but unlike Dylan, he applied himself and managed to get decent grades. If he was motivated to go to Harvard, then sure, he would’ve had the sheer tenacity to accomplish it. However, the problem was, Eric didn’t see himself at a snooty Ivy League college such as Harvard. He didn’t envision himself at any type of college – community college or otherwise. He had no interest or desire and so therefore, would’ve been lost of any potential to go to Harvard.

Potential yes, but wasted potential for both.

So I follow quite a bit of Columbine blogs & just started following yours a couple nights ago, & I am hooked! I just love how you ‘word’ things, the depth & detail you go into with explaining things & how ‘balanced’ you seem. It’s a bit difficult to find an E&D blog that isn’t just someone posting photos of themselves trying to look ~hardcore~ w/ their replica weapons & condoning murder/suicide; it annoys me bc that isn’t what we should take away from all of this. So thanks for being you! :) <3

Glad E-C has you ‘hooked’ , and thank you in regards to me ‘just being me’ – though, that would basically include me and my wordy, long renditions. 😉 Hey, if I seem ‘balanced’ that’s a lovely compliment because actually living that balance is the true test in life. 🙂

I think there’s a variety of E & D blogs that run the gamut of expression. Some of these blogs do tend to explore in a darker, in-your-face way with the R & V dress play and/or posing with weapons while others tend towards blogging articles, or posting accounts from the case, writing poetry or fanfiction. It really all just amounts to everyones’ own intense identification with what Columbine symbolically means to them personally and how they choose to express it and get it out of their system in a cathartic way. From my own personal experience being on the tag, I do not think most here condone the murder/suicide aspect. If I had to hazard a guess, maybe less than 1% where it’s mutually inclusive? Some might condone and understand what they did but not for themselves personally, so it’s mutually exclusive. Sometimes it looks like people are flirting with the subject matter in a very intimate, dark manner but it can be a positive way for them to work through all of ‘it’ in relation to their own personal life struggles, through the bullying, the rage, anger and sadness to the other side of things by relating to the boys. Exploring Columbine can be a transcending experience, where you make your way down that long, dark tunnel and then finally, at some point, work your way to the other side where that little glimmer of light is showing through the other side. Of course, as long as no one is hurting anyone in their personal exploration of the tragedy, it is an individual journey that has no proper way to ‘politically correct’ blog about it since the subject matter is, well, pretty politically incorrect and taboo. 😛 Some blogs resonate for some and not for others. What’s not right for you means you just need to look at a multitude of others to find those bloggers that do convey more closely what you personally what to take away from this tragedy.


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mydarkcorner11:

JeffCo talking about serving a search warrant for the Klebold residence on 4/20/99

everlasting-contrast:
“..the dads already given us a little trouble.”

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mydarkcorner11:

Tom Klebold calling JeffCo 4/20/1999

everlasting-contrast:
Sounding annoyed and entitled.  And yeah, sure, he’s in the midst of an unfathomable crisis but just sayin’, he certainly doesn’t win any brownie points with 911 and such with this demeanor.  I suspect he had this snooty attitude about him in general though…