Today I'm not going to school. No, I didn't just ditch. Mom didn't want me going becasuse there was a gun-yucky-killing threat. Recently there has been a lot going on at school. The other day they found a suicidal note in a girl's bathroom. Then there was a fight between two gangs. Some big knife or something was in the picture, too. The SWAT team was there and there were police all around yesterday. I don't want to go to school today, either. I doubt that anything big is ever going to happen, but it's still unnerving to be walking around and see all these wierd gang member peoples with alien symbols and characters embedded in their arms.

How does stuff like this start? What drives people to want to kill each other or even themselves? I know that there are lots of books that try to explain it, but things like this can and will never be fully explained.

For a less-depressing note, scroll down to see kitty pictures from Wednesday.
Happy Birthday Hugh!