heh heh heh. I sure had fun this weekend. Let's see what really happened. Before going to the Rock n Bowl we stopped by King Soopers and one and [censored] picked up some big ass stoges. We then went to the Rock n Bowl and I had a few cigarettes and one of my brand new cigars. We then went back to [censored] house where her mom had previously bought us all a fuck load of liquor. Personally I had asked for Tequila and Irish cream, Vodka got his Vodka, and there was beer, whiskey, schnapps, puckers, scotch and of course, orange juice! So we had some fun there playing cards and making drinks. We eventually made it to bed at about 5AM. Got up at 10, went to Safeway, got some donuts and then I took Vodka home. The bottle of Tequila is almost full and is in my car, right by my spare tire and right by the bottle of irish cream. heh heh. I'll have to find a spot for those. and by the way, this nazi report is boosting my love of killing even more. Like the early Nazi government, my brain is like a sponge, sucking up everything that sounds cool and leaving out all that is worthless, that's how Nazism was formed and that's how I will be too!
11/8/98
Fuck you Brady! all I want is a couple of guns, and thanks to your fucking bill I will probably not get any! Come on, I'll have a clean record and I only want them for personal protection. Its not like I'm some person who would go on a shooting spree.... fuckers. Ill probably end up nuking everything and fucking robbing some gun collectors house. Fuck, that’ll be be hard. Oh well, just as long as I kill a lot of fucking people. Everyone is always making fun of me because of how I look, how fucking weak I am and shit, well I will get you all back: ultimate fucking revenge here. You people could have shown more respect, treated me better, asked for my knowledge or guidance more, treated me more like senior, and maybe I wouldn't have been as ready to tear your fucking heads off. Then again, I have always hated how I looked, I make fun of people who look like me, sometimes without even thinking, sometimes just because I want to rip on myself. That's where a lot of my hate grows from, the fact that I have practically no self esteem, especially concerning girls and looks and such. Therefore people make fun of me... constantly... therefore I get no respect and therefore I get fucking PISSED. As of this date I have enough explosives to kill about 100 people, and then if I get a couple bayonetts, swords, axes, whatever I'll be able to kill at least 10 more. and that just isn't enough!
This entry reads like a typical high school boys journal entry.... until he gets to the end and starts talking about how learning about the nazis has increased his affection for killing. Eric talks about having a good time out with his friends and hiding liquor. "It's not like I'm someone who would go on a shooting spree" lol. Eric talks about his own lack of self confidence over his looks and how it has affected his social interactions. He goes over the explosives he has and talks about bayonets and bladed weapons.