Tag: Dylan Klebold

dylankleboldblog:

Dylan had a friend called Devon Adams. As she approached her 16th birthday, she invited Dylan to her party.

“When I first met Dylan, he was very shy, he dressed like a pretty normal kid, jeans and tshirt… He liked computers more than other kids, but besides that, he was fairly normal. He didn’t know how to interact with people without another person there, or something that he could talk about- like a movie, or music.” Devon said.

Behind the reserved, normal Dylan she was familiar with, Devon discovered a rather dark side. Devon went on to say, “He was just kinda goofy, had a rather sneaky sense of humor. And, he was really morose and he’d make jokes about things that a lot of people don’t make jokes about- like death, and about really dark things. […] Dylan, the whole time I knew him, never had a girlfriend, and never talked about a girl he liked, or anything. I mean, I knew that they were girls he liked, and you could tell when he talked to them or looked at them, but he never had a girlfriend or anything. It wasn’t something we talked about, it wasn’t something he was comfortable talking about. […] Dylan was very smart. You could just tell by talking to him, his vocabulary was extensive. A lot of high school kids just don’t use multisyllable words.”

artforcolumbine-deactivated2017:

Serial killers/Mass murderers emulating Natural Born Killer’s film

“Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold of the Columbine High School Massacre were fans of the film. They used the initials of the movie’s title, "NBK,” as a code for their mission: ‘God I can’t wait till they die. I can taste the blood now – NBK" and “the holy April morning of NBK’ are just a few examples. Also, in an undated journal entry, Klebold wrote about his options. ‘I’m stuck in humanity. Maybe going ‘NBK’ w. eric [sic] is the way to break free,’ he wrote, referring to the scheduled rampage”.

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They wanted revenge on the cops for arresting them in Jan ’98 because that ruined them on so many personal levels. Dylan was absolutely embarrassed, hardcore, he was ashamed of his arrest to a degree that just made him snap. His life was over with that arrest. He felt he could never get a job or be trusted by his family again. The arrest had a deep saddening effect on his life.

-CEE

*Regarding the Van Break in*

“I said, ‘Is this the reason you can’t go out?’
and he got all red and told me he didn’t want to talk about it,”

– Nate Dykeman

gee, and here I thought everlasting-contrast didn’t particularly like eric. guess you learn something new everyday :) she’s seems alot like eric though.

thedragonrampant:

Miss Everlasting has more of a Dylan-centric thing going on, sure, but she knows her stuff on Eric very thoroughly and reminded me of something in personal conversations that I’ve been able to use in the Reb-piece.  I’ve been able to have very lovely conversations with her about everything Columbine. =) And as far as I’m concerned, she deserves a freakin’ medal for listening to me ramble on and on about Eric in IM/e-mails. She doesn’t feel very Eric-y to me, though, haha.

(Whether or not she likes Eric is really not a question I can answer, though. You’d have to be at her blog for that sort of question!)

Hmm.. must be our Scorpio Rising. 😉

r—e—b:

March 25th
On this day in 1999…
The Klebold family drove to Tucson, Arizona, a four day road trip, to visit the University of Arizona. They paid a deposit on what would have been Dylan Klebold’s room, near the cafeteria.

“He had the best time ever,” Devon Adams says of the trip. “Past high…

15 years ago today..

Dylan was pretending to forge a future in Arizona.
The Klebolds likely celebrated Sue’s birthday while there.

thewarmestseasofpurehappiness:

Some random stuff from Dylan’s planner.

1. Talk to Mikesell -> Buying locker front & moving fag away  [referring to the locker-scratching incident]

2. DYLAN (something) -> BITCHIN  [should read: Dylan is so bitchin’ haha]

3. ATTITUDE: With the right attitude, self-imposed limitations vanish. For a person’s state of mind is always self-given. For Fuck You…  [Dylan elaborating on this philosophy of a positive, it’s-all-up-to-you attitude]

4. jo mamma’s car so old it has many miles on it….jjjeeeaaa (dj spooky)  [one of their classic feel-good Jo Mamma jokes; and apparently, he’s somewhat of a DJ Spooky fan:]

5. The goddamn (something) in French just fuckin’ do it!!!  [aw. Dylan trying to get some self-motivation going]

6. Boy this is fuckin’ BOOORING  [Dylan having yet another exciting day at school :p]

what do you think dylan and eric would feel about their admirers? deep inside i think eric would have appreciate it but i somehow feel that dylan would be uncomfortable. and sorry if you have been ask this question before.

thedragonrampant:

Oh, don’t be sorry. If I’ve gotten a question before, I’ll link you to the answer and maybe add something to it.. It’s no big deal, really. =) But I didn’t get this one before!

I originally wanted to give a regular response to this, but my imagination ran away with me for a second over here so I hope you appreciate this.. 😉 (And, yeah, I did mellow them out a bit because I think they’d hug just about everyone over here once they’d recovered from the shock..)

Eric: V! Come check this out, dude.

Dylan: What is it now.. *sighs*

Eric: We have followers! Admirers! Dude, they’re fucking everywhere! Look at them. *big proud smile* And they’re quoting us, and everything!

Dylan: *reads a few things, goes a little pale* Dude, they have my journal. They weren’t meant to get that. Why do they have this? I didn’t write this for an audience..

Eric: *rolls eyes* Get over it, come on, they’re loving the whole thing.. Gotta say, I get the guy who wrote that I was the psycho of the two of us a lot better now. Love, dude, really? That’s it? I’m sitting here talking about the world’s demise and you’re writing love letters..? *shakes head*

Dylan: *mumbles something*

Eric: Dude, that’s fucking genius though. Divide and conquer and all that. They’ve got me for the explosions and you for the hugs, right?

Dylan: *reads on silently, trying to change the subject* Uhm, dude. There’s a drawing. Of us.

Eric: *turns back to screen excitedly yakking on about how he knows the drawing will be godlike, then blanches at the sight* Is that.. you and me.. *squints* Are we kissing?

Dylan: *nods silently*

Eric: Fuck this shit.. No offense, dude, but.. ew. Ewww. What the fuck. What the fuck is this..

Dylan: They have stories, too. This one’s nice, about us going shopping and stuff? Oh, wait, how about this one..?

Both: *read on silently, Eric still grumbling, then get mirrored looks of disbelief on their faces*

Eric: *stops reading, looks at Dylan* Is that even anatomically possible?

Dylan: *still reading* What are they doing with that gun over there.. oh. OH! *grabs nearest chair, sinks down into it* I’ve seen it all, dude. I’ve seen it all. What..

Eric: When I said we were gonna have followers because we’re so fucking godlike, I didn’t quite mean.. *gestures at screen with one hand*

Dylan: They seem nice, though, dude. Apart from all the crazy stuff they have going on about us, that is. They get us. They know what we were talking about and they are keeping us alive, right..?

Eric: Yeah, yeah, yeah.. *turns back, squints at user icons* They’re all so fucking pretty, too, look at them! Dude, we hit the fucking jackpot. We’re dead and we have more game than the live dudes do. *laughs* Why couldn’t we have met them earlier, huh?

Dylan: So, uhm, let’s just take the crazy stuff in stride then.. go see them when they’ve lived out long and good lives, give them a hug or something and say “thanks for quoting so much from my very private journal”?

Eric: You’re expecting me to go to a ninety-year-old woman and go “hey, remember me? I’m the dead dude you really liked back when you were fifteen? Want a hug?”..

Dylan: .. yeah? Dude, why not. Least we can do, right? They’re all we’ve got right now. And by the looks of it, they get quite a lot of shit for liking us that much too. Might not be the admirers you thought about having, but they’re pretty good people..

Eric: Could be worse, yeah. So, hugs for everyone.. They’re gonna be so disappointed, dude. They’ll think I’ll have gone soft in my old age or something. I should be up in their faces cussing them out for spending time on us at all.

Dylan: Dude, you’re forever eighteen.. what old age was that again.. *trails off, shakes head* Let them spend some hours with us.. No harm in it when they don’t forget to live at the same time. We’ve hit a very scary but also very nice jackpot over here.

Eric: We have people remembering us, dude. That’s gold. *happy smile*

Reblogging this lil’ ‘channeling’ session for the LOLz.

[i]Classic.[/i]