Crazy Socks & Writer's Block

There's a lot of love being sent to Colorado right now. And apparently some hate. Thanks to the Westboro Baptist Church. They make me pretty upset. Because there's practically nothing to be done, they thrive on the attention. Well, at least they bring in tourist money, they sure do come here a lot. Ha. ha. Anyways, that's not what I wanted to focus on. A friend of mine posted the link to the blog of one of the victims. I read it and laughed at her analysis of hockey and her snark. So creative. The first post is pretty eerie though. Take some time out of your day. Read her blog here . Reading this blog made me think back to last October when my 7th grade English teacher passed away to cancer. When it happened, everyone at my school couldn't stop talking about it. Most of them hadn't even met her. But now? Most of them have probably forgotten. Forgotten her fight. Her smile. Her sarcastic jokes. Honestly, I didn't get to know her as well as many of my other te...

I don't have words for what happened last night. It makes me sick. We were at a different theater. But still. It was so close. It was so easy. Why do these things happen? Well, I don't know and I don't know if I ever will. The first thing I thought of when I heard the news was that they were just trying to make the movie come to life. Not going to lie. I was a little disturbed by the movie itself. The darkness of Bane. There were moments I stared at the bestby like, did he really just do that? Who could think of that? Yes, it was a good movie. The photography/what do you call it in a movie? was beautiful, the music perfect for every scene. The theme of never giving up and strength from within shown through the whole thing. But I'm probably never going to watch the movie again. Because I'll always think of those people, and the sick sick feeling in my stomach. And wonder if violence in movies had some effect. This is all so scary. But I'm alive. Still breathi...