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Sometimes I question that there is a reason for everything - this past Friday was one of those times. 

I truly, truly believe that everything happens for a reason, but there are some things that I just can't fathom there being a reason for. I mean, goodness gracious, they were children. And I keep reading everywhere out here on the internets about how this man was mentally ill, and I read about gun control legislation, and I read about things that could, or could not have prevented this tragedy, and all of it makes me want to cry. 

Know why? 

Because as Americans, instead of stepping back and taking a collective mental moment of silence for all of those innocent lives that were lost to the hands of a single man, we talk about mental illness. And gun control. And then when President Obama speaks about this tragedy we accuse him of pushing policy. As Americans, in our little busy bubble, we generally don't know how to slow down, and think about things. 

I'm just as guilty as everyone else, unfortunately. When I heard about what happened my mind automatically filled with thoughts about the restrictions the government could have set that would have prevented this event from happening, whether those things would have worked or whether they wouldn't have - the thing is, there needn't be an argument about what could have prevented this. It can no longer be prevented, and unless the discussions about "what could have prevented it" include inventing a time machine, I believe that they need to stop. I'm not trying to be offensive when I say this, but the fact is, it doesn't matter what could have prevented this. It matters what WILL prevent these things in the future. It matters what changes will be made to prevent what happened to all of those children from happening again, to other innocent kids. 

It matters what changes will be made to more parents from losing their children. 
It matters what changes will be made to make students feel safe in their schools. 
It matters what changes will be made to make parents feel safe sending their kids there in the first place. 

We need to remember this event, and we need to remember those who were lost, but we CANNOT focus our attention on what COULD have prevented this. We need to focus on moving forward, on what WILL prevent these things in the future. 

And these are, of course, just the random musings of a girl who knows very little about gun control policy, or conceal carry licensing, or regulations about guns in schools, but there is an elementary school just down the street from my house. I went there; it's so close that I walked. Every afternoon when I'm on my way home from my high school, I pass those kids getting on their busses. This little mob of 6 year olds trail up the steps and onto this big yellow machine, and they're all smiling carrying backpacks with spongebob and hello kitty on them. Each of those kids is going home to parents, or grandparents, who would be devastated if something like this were to happen to their children. They would be devastated, their family would have a rift in it. 

Every day since Friday, every time I see a kid with their mom, or walking home from school, or getting off the bus, I pray. I say a prayer for every family who lost a child that day, every family who KNEW one of the children who died that day, every family who knew a family who lost someone. Because I know that if it were my family, I wouldn't care about gun control. I wouldn't care about mental illness. I would care about Grace McDonnell. And Jesse Lewis. I would care about my CHILD. 

So I think everyone needs to take a step back. They need to take a moment, and not think about guns. They need to think about those children, and how to make sure that this doesn't happen to other children, to other families. 

Brie

just to catch you up...

So today I got to go to the ER and learn that I'm not pregnant. Which was quite pointless considering everyone and their mom KNOWS that I'm not pregnant. So yeah. 

Geeks don't have time for that ish.  ANYWAY. 

What I should have been learning while in the ER was what is wrong with my hip... Which is still up in the air. Apparently ignoring my PTs (while making me feel a whole lot better about myself and lose all kinds of weight and generally making my life wonderful) made me start doing things that I maybe shouldn't do... Like things that generally end by me hurting myself. I don't really know what I did, but my right hip is in the wrong place, and it keeps rubbing against something that it shouldn't be rubbing against when I'm walking or running or existing. When things bother me no matter what I do though, I tend to just leave them be and go about business as usual assuming that they will go away on their own eventually. This didn't. Obviously. 

So this morning I went to the school nurse when I got to school to drop off my wheelchair with him, and I realized that I really needed to go see what was going on with the hip. I mean, I pretty much sat around in his office trying to pop the thing back, to no avail. I tried everything. Then he suggested that it might not even be that the hip isn't back in the right place, it could be that I've damaged soft tissue around the joint and that I really probably should go get MRIs done so that we can see what is really going on in there as opposed to just assuming that everything is fine like an idiot... AKA me. So I listened for once, called my mommy, and went to the hospital. And as previously stated, all I learned is that I'm not pregnant. Yay. 

I'm pretty sure I made some people's days though. Like the nurses in admissions, and the registration lady and such. Everyone there thinks I'm funny because my attitude is great when I'm injured. I don't know why, but thats generally what happens. I end up in a really good mood, for some reason or other, and it is much to the amusement of everyone around me. Whatever works I guess. Plus when they have to take my weight, it takes me about a total of three and a half years to take my shoes off because I still have to wear those awful boots everywhere so that they keep my ankles in place when I'm walking. Honestly though. Three years is a long time for them to find out that I still weigh 64 kilos. (Which is odd because I've been losing weight...? Oh well.) 

IN OTHER NEWS

I got my Canon T3i!!! It's wonderful. It can do everything under the sun and I'm still learning how all of the amazingness works. There are all these menus and options, and there are accessories that I still need to get for it. I'm so excited though!! Hopefully soon I'll have a cover up on youtube using it as the camera. I'm so excited about that!! Seriously. No more dinky camera from my ipod for videos of me singing. XD 

Oh! And I sent in the senior pic that I'm using in the yearbook. I edited it and everything, and I'm pretty proud. It though, was taken by a T2i that belongs to my mom's best friend, Jen. the camera is wonderful, she is wonderful, and the pic was wonderful for me to edit. So I guess wonderful was the theme that day? 

Can you guess which one is for the yearbook?? 

It's the first one. In case you didn't notice. 

That second one is me in the most awesome outfit ever, at the hospital this morning. That's my "I'm so thrilled to be here" face. This one was after they finally gave me the second gown to wear backwards so that my behind wasn't flappin' around everywhere in my blue undies... seriously. Someday I'm going to invent a cheap hospital gown that actually covers your butt. How hard is it really to do that?? Not hard. Maybe a teeny tiny bit more fabric. Plus, they make those gowns cover so little, and then make the rooms so cold!! IT makes no logical sense what-so-ever... ANYWAY. Apparently dots are the new thing in hospital apparel. Who knew? 

Brie