I'm not fooled!

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So I have a bit of a problem. I thought one of my new friends Terri was pretty cool - she's not one of the in crowd and she's not up herself and she's really smart and nice. The other day, I had a free period and was sitting outside drawing a bird.

Riz was sitting on my other side and we said something, and then Terri smiles and says "Yeah, small birds are fun to shoot with slug guns."

What?

So, I would like to point out that when it comes to life, I'm pro. I'm pro life. In ANY case, and that includes animals. The only time I would EVER kill something was if it was suffering and there was no chance of saving it. So this chick who I happen to think is pretty cool and decent has just thrown me one of life's biggest curveballs: thinking you know someone when you really don't.

I just looked at her with this expression of disgust and said "Anybody who kills for fun clearly has a screw loose somewhere." And yes, I do believe that. I would rather not know if someone was raised with a gun in their hands. Killing goes against everything God or Mother Nature or whoever intended.

If someone was hunting humans, would it be funny? No. And humans are dangerous so if we were hunted it was probably our fault in the first place. What the friggin' hell have birds or deer or bunnies ever done to us? More specifically, Terri? Terri was smiling when she said that. Do you know how creepy it is to watch someone talk about killing things with this massive grin on their face? It's frightening!

[I can shine even in the darkness
But I crave the light that he brings
Revel in the songs that he sings
My angel Gabriel]

So I don't know. If being friends with Terri means I have to pretty much back down and not stand up for what I believe in, then I'm not sure I can do it. I know that people have different opinions all the time. But there's nothing more I feel more strongly.

[I am strong even on my own
But from him I never want to part
Oh, my angel Gabriel]

the milk bottle. (:

Not again.

"There wasn't a day went by over the past four years that Merbein's Page McCarthy-Beard wasn't in pain because of the cancer that was slowly taking over her body.

The lively, friendly and lovely teen was in and out of hospitals, underwent hundreds of tests in Mildura, Adelaide and Melbourne, including chemotherapy, lost her beautiful long hair, and then a leg.

But there wasn't a day go by that this bubbly girl didn't have a smile on her face, or a thank you to family, friends and hospital staff for all the help she was getting. She was a fighter, determined to fulfill her dream of one day becoming a journalist.

Sadly, just a few months after her 18th birthday, Paige this week lost the fight. She passed away at the Mary Potter hospice in Adelaide at 10pm Tuesday, with family members who had shared the highs and lows of her young life by her side."

-Mildura Weekly 2/7/10, Alan Erskine

I can only really say one thing - not again. Merbein is a half-hour drive from where I live. First was Josh (who the community has mostly seemed to have forgotten about, or maybe it's just too painful), suffering from aggressive, malignant osteosarcoma of his thigh bone, and next is poor Paige, who suffered from an extremely aggressive nerve-ending cancer.

[Take a breath
I pull myself together
Just another step
Until I reach the door]

I don't understand at all. Why is it the kids? Isn't it hard enough that our uncles and aunts and grandparents and parents suffer from this (and we partially expect it because cancer is associated with the elderly), but then they rob us of our friends and siblings too? Who's they? Angels? Demons? Our own malignant cancer cells?

I want to believe. But I can't understand what a child has done that's so wrong it's punishable by death in anybody's eyes. I want to know who's responsible and at the same time I know it's nobody. Nobody can be blamed for her death. You can't blame the doctors, they did their best. You can't blame her body, it malfunctioned. You can't blame her parents, they sacrificed it all for her treatment. You can't blame the community, they rallied around her like a force field.

[And you'll never know the way
It tears me up inside to see you
Sometimes I wish I could save you
And there's so many things I want you to know]

God, if you're there, please tell them we miss them.

the milk bottle. (: