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Religious Opinion and Bible Commentary on Current Events
Thursday, February 14, 2008
NEWS RELEASE
Thank God for the Shooter
at Northern Illinois Univ.
God sent the Shooter.
In His Wrath & Vengeance
Against an Ungrateful
Nation that has Forsaken
Him &Embraced Filthy Fags.
WBC will picket their
hypocritical funerals &
memorials & "vigils."
Yes. In religious protest & warning; to wit: "Be
not deceived; God is not mocked." Gal. 6:7.
God Hates Fags! & Fag-Enablers. Ergo, God
hates fag-dominated Northern Illinois Univ.,
fag-saturated Illinois, and fag-run America.
What part of this 12-word sentence don't you
idiots understand? "Thou shalt not lie with
mankind, as with womankind; it is abomination."
Lev. 18:22.

Uh...

i have a feeling no one reads my posts.

things have been okay to good lately. my mom is doing well. i'm definitely beginning to see her mood change back to "normal". There isn't as much tension as there was the week of dan's death. i think she got some comfort after taking many of dan's personal and household belongings. i wouldn't say our house looks cluttered, but more 'filled up'. dan's taste was kind of "old ladyish" but it makes my mom happy to have his stuff apart of our home now, so i don't mind.

it's my last semester of high school. it's weird to think i won't be going back next year. unfortunately i won't be going to a university right after because of my procrastination on filling out applications. i did decide to go to community college for a semester then transfer my credits over to UIC or Columbia though. You're probably thinking, "Columbia?! I thought you wanted to become a psychologist or something along those lines?" I am currently taking a psychology class and it's not intriguing me like i thought it would. I'm opening up my options and am thinking about taking some classes on interior design. we had a visitor at my high school the other day from Robert Morris College talking about degrees in design. i've always had an interest in some sort of designing (specifically interior/space designing). Hopefully I can get myself into some school by second semester of next year (preferably not community college).

While I'm on the subject of school, I'd like to let you all know that i did a 360 degree turn academically and in attendance this year. I was a little skeptical in believing that i could keep up my grades after the first quarter of this year. I always do well in the beginning of school, then when winter starts a comin', i go downhill. I've kept my grades to an A average so far and I only have 3 more months left. My attendance has been good also. Aside from missing a few days because of stress from dan being sick and work this past month, i average 1-3 "sick days" a month. Compared to last year, on average, I would miss between 7-9 days a month. Sweeeet.

It's been a week now since Dan's passing. I still find it hard to believe that he's gone. At the wake last Wednesday, I walked in the funeral home alone telling myself to stay strong. As I approached my mom I felt sick to my stomach and scared. Was all of this real? I avoided Dan's casket and wandered over to the picture boards. Dan was such a fun, goofy man. I don't think there was one picture that didn't put a smile on my face. If it wasn't his 70's orange haired afro that made me laugh, then it was him dressed up as bumble bee for halloween. If it wasn't him dancing in the streets that gave me a giggle, then it was him flexing his "muscles". While scanning all of his pictures, I realized why my mom loved him so much. He brought out a side of her that I've never seen anyone else do before. I remember my mom being somewhat uptight and set in her ways when I was younger. When she met Dan, I saw her loosen up and have fun. Even though I was sometimes sour/jealous over the bond they shared, deep down I was happy that she was happy.
When I was finished looking at photos and reading a few cards, my mom pulled me aside and started walking me towards Dan. I told her that I didn't want to see him because I was afraid. Once I saw him, I lost it. So much for staying strong. I kept muttering, "this is so weird." And it was. While staring at his lifeless body, I became so convinced that he'd come to, gasping for air and everything would be okay.
While my eyes were filled with tears, I saw Dan smirk. Now, i know that my tears made everything look distorted, but getting to see Dan "smile" while laying there comforted me.
My mom is keeping strong and I look up to her for that. Of course she's not the same mommy as before, but she says certain things that reassures me that everything will be okay. And it will.

I want to thank all of my friends who are there for me. Feeling loved motivates me towards becoming a better person. You guys are my world and if there is anything you need I will always be there. Giving back what you guys have given me is the least I could ever do. Know that you have, and will always have, my love.

R.I.P Daniel O'Brien Davenport - January 19, 2008.

I cannot believe you are gone.

i'm getting sick. i'm a little surprised since this is my first time getting sick this season. i'm usually stuck with a cold about every other week in winter.

i'm going to let my hair grow, grow, grow! the temptation of getting a hair cut for free whenever i want one is going to be rough. but i want my long hair back. remember when it was down to my boobs? yea, that was hot.

i've been connecting with my friends better lately. we've been having many intelligent, in-depth conversations. that is what it's all about.

i love the progression of my left arm so far. it's going to look amazing when it's finished. i can't wait.

i want a long haired chihuahua this summer. i'm going to adopt one for sure.

dan's doctors broke the news to my mom today about quitting the chemotherapy treatments. he is going to live here at our house once he is released from the hospital. we will be setting up a hospice for him.

ciao

i want to get away.
i'm sick of not having a gap between my thighs.
i want to change the channel; "Return of the Lost Lovers" on Jerry Springer isn't very appetizing.
summer needs to hurry up.

i am thinking about joining the armed forces. or becoming a police officer.

It's so cold in my house right now.
mmm, symbolic.

"The era of procrastination, of soothing and baffling expedients, of delays, is coming to a close. In its place we are entering a period of consequences."
-Winston Churchill

If you look what we've done, it is so easy to predict our future.

Last night my mom told me that Dan has stage four cancer and that the cancer has spread to his bones. "Dan's future does not look good."

I have never felt so broken before. I don't want to eat, sleep, move, or interact with anyone. I force myself to do those things because I don't want to feel any worst.
I just started to appreciate Dan. We just began to bond and understand each other. Now all of that is being taken away from me. I told Savanah that there are times where I think the cancer is all my fault. I should know better than to think that but three years ago when my mom and Dan started to date, I would wish that something big would happen to Dan so that he would have to leave my mom and I. I didn't want someone else to be with my mom. That was my dad's job. But since my real dad hasn't been around, Dan has become my father figure. The man I look up to. The man that has treated my mom good. And the man that has wanted only what was best for me.

As I wipe my tears and struggle for deep breath from all this crying, I regret not getting a chance to express to Dan how much he means to me.

Last night I told my mom, "Tell Dan that I love him."
And I do.

Please, keep Dan in your prayers ... for me.
Thanks.

Finally. Something I've been waiting for to happen; the feeling of happiness that has power over all of my sadness.
I've been having a difficult time dealing with a bunch of things recently and today I finally felt that things are going to be okay. I have something to look forward to. I've been longing to have something amazing planned for my future. Now that I have things planned I'm excited and can't wait. I can go about my day knowing that it's one day closer to achieving my dream of becoming independent and free. Free of being grounded and sheltered. Free of doing what I want.

I want to experience life with no boundaries. I want to go to school and become successful but I want to do it my way.