Lather, rinse, repeat.

I'm in a huge house that I want to keep, with a massively expensive shower, a huge dog for company (trust me, I don't feelsafe playing with him after dark), little food, and a stereo that does not work. Oh well. There's a few Mel Gibson movies on Superstation.

And I can't stop listening (yes, listening, this computer has no Quicktime) to the new Two Towers trailer. I'm hooked. I am so bloody hooked. I must have this music.

This is going to be a weird week....

I'm missing summer, but the sky is so preeeeetty.

Freaking cold outside, but the northern lights are going ballistic. Green and purple .. don't think I've ever seen purple before.

If life is going to be anything like this when I'm on my own, my sanity will be out of the question.

I'm so broke at the moment that I'm not sure if I'll have enough money on hand for food at school. I mean, all I've been able to eat today is a bowl of Cheerios, some hashbrowns, some perogies, and two cups of hot chocolate. I'm considering some ice cream for dessert, but probably not. I need to get some decent sleep tonight. And I actually need to get up in the morning. If I get enough sleep, this might be possible, but it's a bed made almost completely of feathers. College people do not sleep on feathers. They sleep on cement. Less temptation.

In media today, we did puppet movies. Yes, puppets. Made of popsicle sticks, tape, and foam plates. Nearly laughed ourselves silly with every single one. Yes, this is college. I hadn't made a puppet since Drama 10.

Weird.

And I found out that Mom disagrees with my idea that maturity should be based on wisdom and not age. Would've escalated into a pretty good argument, too, if we hadn't been interrupted. I needed a good rant.

Got to yell at all the guys in Anime Club to shut the bloody fucking Hell up. That theatre place echoes really nice. I liked that.

Then Adam nearly passed out a few minutes later. Nearly gave me half a heart attack, too. He started having trouble breathing, saying he was so cold when he was burning up and sweating. He hunched over in his seat, and I thought he might have just eaten something that had stayed on the lounge counter a bit too long. But then his head started to drop and he kept shuddering to keep awake. I helped him out to go get a drink of water, but he barely made it five steps out the door before nearly collapsing. I had to yell at another guy to go get my mug and get water from the fountain. Adam kept gasping for air, and it sounded like he was almost crying. Kept saying 'sorry', as if it was his fault and he was inconveniencing me. After a few sips of watr and another minute to get his bearings, he was okay.

At least, he said he was okay. Apparently, this has happened before. I asked if he had seen a doctor about it, or if he was taking meds, but he prompty snorted, "Doctors. What do they know?"

I don't get it. Why are some people so calm with shrugging something like that off? I nearly thought he was having a seizure, I had my cell phone ready to call for help if we needed it, and he slams his walls down and walks away as if nothing has happened. Why are some people so dead-set against admitting that they might need help?

I have very little medical skill, despite all of my dad's paramedic textbooks bending the shelves in half downstairs, but I'd like to think I know when someone should not be shrugging off a sudden spell of fever and fainting.

But I just don't get it.

No one else seemed concerned, either. Is there something I'm missing? Something I should know about before I overreact like I usually seem to do when it's someone else's problem? Am I just sticking my nose in someone's business with good intentions but bad background like I usually seem to be?

Should I just give up and let everyone solve their own problems because my own advice ends up getting shoved back at me shredded and coated with shit, like I should know better?

Ah, fuck it. I'm going for ice cream.

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Nothing ever grows in this rotten old hole
And everything is stunted and lost
And nothing really rocks and nothing really rolls
And nothing's ever worth the cost
Baby, I'm damned if I never get out
And maybe I'm damned if I do
But with every other beat I've got left in my heart
You know I'd rather be damned with you
If I gotta be damned
You know I wanna be damned
Gotta be damned
You know I wanna be damned
Gotta be damned
You know I wanna be damned
Dancing through the night
Dancing through the night
Dancing through the night
With you

Yeah, sing it, girl.

Shut up and get me a bus ticket. If life is a highway, I'm heading south to wamer situations.