ReBoot Revival

Amazing. While reading a Wikipedia entry about the old TV series ReBoot, I discovered that they're supposedly working on a revival of the show. My biggest question is: Will they pick up the show from where they left off when they cancelled it in 2001? I sadly feel that the answer to that question will be no. I believe it'll be a complete reboot of the series, like many TV show revivals after many years. It's a shame to think like that because it means that old fans of the show, like myself, will never get an answer to the cliffhanger we were left with.

Another question would be, which characters will they bring back? Will it just be the original characters: Bob, Enzo, Dot, Megabyte, Hexadecimal, Mouse, Phong, Mike the TV? Or will they bring back characters like Matrix and AndrAIa? I'd love it if they bought Matrix and AndrAIa back because they were two of my all-time favourite characters in the show.

Currently, that's all I can say about the show's revival.

I'm currently really nervous about a hospital appointment that I have tomorrow at 9:30. I have no idea what will be happening in it. I'm thinking that because it's just a follow-up appointment from the last one I had with...erm...shit, I've forgotten her name. Anyway, since it's a follow-up appointment, I'm sure it'll just be chatting about my epilepsy again, and there won't be any tests happening. However, you never know. I'm just hoping that it's an in-and-out kind of deal and that I won't be stuck there overnight. It wouldn't be good for me if that were the case since I'd have no idea how I'd get home the next day.

National Novel Writing Month - I was talked into joining this by a girl that I have a great interest in, Sarah. I was talking to her about Endless Tales, and she thought that I could write a great novel using that idea. However, after November 1st, when I wrote the story's introduction, I became stuck. I have no idea how to continue the story, which isn't great because, with each passing day, I'm falling behind. We're supposed to reach 50,000 words. You need to average about 1,166 words daily to continue past that. The number of words I must write to catch up is relatively high now. I've got to find a way to continue the story quickly.

I recently joined this Bitstrips thing on Facebook and have found it remarkably entertaining, even though it seems to be annoying a fair few people when I searched for it on Google and found a few sites explaining how to block them from your timeline. Ah well. I used it today to make a question picture asking why some people have been deleting comments I've made on their statuses/pictures. I've no idea why they have, and I'm wondering if I've said something wrong. Then again, it could just be that those people are assholes and don't want to hear my thoughts on things. You can never really tell.

A Surprise Visit

Today was a real surprise for me. After heading to the hotel and finding that Erik wouldn't be turning up, I left and decided to check out the woodlands. However, I soon discovered that no one was out on the woodlands either, which was probably for the best since a newspaper was saying that today and yesterday were going to be so hot outside that it could kill 1000s. Hopefully, that doesn't happen.

Anyway, after dropping my stuff back home, I proceeded into town to go to the store. I noticed the streets were crowded and thought it was the town carnival. Once again, I returned home. I picked up my video camera and then headed into town again. I positioned myself on a low wall and hoped to record the carnival as it passed. It wasn't until after an hour of waiting that I discovered why the streets were packed like they were. I watched as Prince Charles and Camilla emerged in the town hall. "So that's why the streets are packed!" I thought to myself.

I managed to get some recorded images of Prince Charles and Camilla as they moved from the town hall until they walked by where I stood. After that, I decided to jump off of my position on the wall and tried to move down along the sidewalk to try to get more recorded evidence of the event. However, a cop grabbed my arm and told me not to go any further. I apologized and looked back to the wall, which was now packed. After being stopped from proceeding down the sidewalk, I realized that jumping off that wall was a pretty stupid idea. I decided to head home at that point since I wasn't going to be able to get anything else from street level.

I'm going to have to edit the video that I managed to record into one video so I can upload it to YouTube.

Destroyed Friendships...

For the past few days, I've been finding chat on PalTalk a rather hostile place between friends. I don't know how it all started either. The main crux of the fight involves a female who uses the ID sassy_ruskie_girl. I've heard several times that she is spreading lies and rumours. I do not know how much of that is true, and it's hard to tell. Is she spreading all these rumours and lies, or is it someone pretending to be her? I've seen people pretending to be my friend Chloe by making very similar IDs to the one she is currently using, so there is a possibility that someone is pretending to be Sassy. The only knowledge I have of it all is just what I've been told.

I honestly wish all this fighting would end and everyone would be friends again. It hurts when you see two people who were good friends ending up no longer being friends just because of one person. My friends Chloe and Samie used to be really good friends. However, because Samie does not believe that Sassy would do all this stuff and believes that Tizzy is causing all the problems, they will no longer talk to each other. What is the point of all of this fighting? Why has everyone gone from being good friends to being archnemeses?

I'm honestly afraid of even posting my thoughts on the whole thing online because it makes me wonder how many friends I will lose. In the end, though, it'll show who my true friends are. They're the ones who aren't going to hate my guts for just posting my thoughts.

This is honestly the second time this year that I wish I could return to the past. The first time I wanted to was when I moved to Lostwithiel and lost my Internet connection for a week. Because of that, I lost most of my PalTalk room users because my room wasn't open that week. All the regulars decided to leave to make their own chatrooms. So instead of one room where everyone is talking together, there are seven or more.

The second time for wanting to return to the past is...well, it's stated in this blog entry. I wish I could go back to whenever and watch everything. I'd love to know who, in all honesty, started these fights. All I have to go by is rumours. I've yet to see any IDs I know who are actually starting the fights. I've seen copied IDs, like the ID faking that they're Chloe, but who knows who that is? I've been told it's Sassy, but I honestly haven't known Sassy long enough to tell. It may be Sassy, but it could be anyone trying to destroy friendships.

Why can't everyone drop the bullshit, stop fighting, and be friends like they used to be? Is there any point in all of the fighting!?

Finally, an update

It's impressive that it has been quite a while since I've updated here. There have been several times where I've begun to type out an entry and then been like, "Nah...I can't do that." It's about time that I posted something, though.

Quite a bit of work has been done in the woodlands for the youth project lately. To get the land levelled out some more, we had to move several things from the bottom of the woodlands to somewhere further up. A lot of that I did on my own, which surprised Richard at one point because I'd moved a lot of the stuff. Another thing that we did fairly recently was clear out a large area of hedges/branches. Honestly, I'm not sure how to refer to the area. Anyway, that was another thing I had to work on alone during the day. I'd managed to clear out a large pile of branches but had to stop because I couldn't get rid of a couple of tree branches that were in the way. I'd attempted to cut them down, but after some effort, I began to feel dizzy and decided to head to the hotel and wait for Richard and Erik to show up. A few days later, Richard and I worked on the rest together and cleared an even larger area. It was great and made a HUGE difference to that area of the woodlands.

There isn't much else I can think of currently that we'd achieved in the woodlands. I'm sure there is a lot more than just those two things, but that's all that comes to mind at the moment.

I'm unsure if this was mentioned in previous entries, but I don't think it was. Erik had returned to school after having enough confidence built up by Richard over the months he was with us. I want to say I built up some of that confidence in him. However, I don't think I had anything to do with it as I don't consider myself very confident. Two weeks after returning to school, Richard got a telephone call saying that Erik's confidence had been butchered again. It's beautiful when a school manages to do that. Because of that, he's now back with us. Richard has had to take him to his exams since he returned. At this point, it is unlikely that Erik will ever return to school again. He'll take his exams, pass, and then probably head off to college. Then again, he may keep coming to the project and stick with us. I somehow doubt that will happen, though.

On the 22nd May 2013, I finally had a meeting with the epilepsy specialist. It seems that I'll also have her backing for the ESA/DLA stuff if it is needed. That's a great thing to hear. Dad came with me, but I was wanted to do as much talking as possible so that she could see how bad I was really. As far as social interaction goes, I'm not a sociable person at all. I want to be more social, but I'm just way too shy and can't seem to break out of that habit no matter how hard I try. I'll admit that I am a little more talkative with people than I used to be, but not a lot more.

"What if it all goes wrong?"

Once again, things are not going at all like I would like them to.

My father tried to contact the epilepsy specialist only to get told some garbage about how she wouldn't be seeing anyone for a couple of weeks. That delays my ability to sway the ESA/DLA stuff. So, what's that going to do to me? I have no idea. It's not sounding good at all.

I'm now close to having no money, so that's a real worry because I don't know what is happening with all the ESA/DLA stuff. I saw the doctor on the 15th of April 2013 because of the ESA stuff and was told that the "Not fit for work" thing should override everything. It seems that the ESA people and all are going by this "medical exam" I had late last year. The problem with that exam was that it was just a bunch of questions if I remember correctly. I wouldn't have been able to answer questions like "How many seizures have you had in the past year?" honestly because I have no idea. I think that was one of the questions, and I probably answered with "three or four" or something when it's a lot more than that. There are quite a few seizures that I know nothing about at all. This is why that medical exam needs to be redone, and I need someone who knows me there with me so the questions can get answered a little better.

I think I may have had another seizure last night, sadly. I woke up to find a few things knocked over, which is usually a sign that I've had one. Not good at all. I made a note of it as a seizure. That's one thing I've been trying to do lately - note down all possible seizures. Currently, my notes look like this.

Epilepsy

The 18th of January 2012 - Epileptic seizure.
The 6th of December 2012 - Epileptic seizure.
The 29th of December 2012 - Epileptic seizure.
The 29th of January 2013 - Epileptic seizure.
The 18th of March 2013 - Blanked out.
The 3rd of April 2013- Blanked out.
The 20th of April 2013 - Epileptic seizure.

I don't think that's a full list of them. In three ambulance reports, I found the ones for the 18th of January 2012, the 6th of December 2012, and the 29th of December 2012. I remember the 29th of January 2013 because of the HUGE cut I had down my left arm after that seizure. I'm sure there are others in the huge gap between the 18th of January 2012 - the 6th of December 2012. However, I'm extremely unsure of when those would have happened. It's honestly a pain because if I could validly state how often these seizures are happening, I may get somewhere faster.

When I saw my father on the 15th of April, he told me about how he doesn't like me living where I'm currently residing due to poor cellphone reception. I have to admit, this small apartment isn't that great at all. I would like somewhere else to live in Lostwithiel, but I don't see that happening any time soon. He was then telling me how he'd like me to live anywhere but here. When I told him why I like it here, he was then talking about the youth project and asked, "What if it doesn't work out? What would be keeping you in Lostwithiel?"

I have no idea what would keep me in Lostwithiel if the project were to fail. I was told by my father to think seriously about what I wanted. I don't know. I want a job in computing, but I don't know where I will find something like that. If I could, I'd love to get paid for my webcomic, Endless Tales.

Endless Tales hasn't started yet and has been in the planning stages in my mind for quite a while, but it would be AWESOME if I could make money from that somehow. :D

But I will have to think hard about what I want to do with myself. I need some plan to move forward if this whole project thing doesn't work out. Yeah...with how things have been going for me lately, the thought of the project going all wrong has been on my mind quite a bit, sadly.

UK benefits system is a mess!

I've been discovering lately just how screwed up the UK benefits currently is. I've heard that they've been trying to improve the system, but I'm finding that it's in even more of a mess than it used to be.

I'm sure I've already stated in a previous entry that when my father visited me on the 18th of March, 2013, he called the ESA people to make a new claim for me. My last claim stopped back in August 2012. I'm not sure of the exact date, but I think it was on the 14th of August 2012. I'm pretty sure I made an entry about it sometime in 2012. Anyway, if you calculate the months, you'll soon discover just how out of touch with reality they are.

Here. Let's all do it together.

August 2012 - September 2012 - November 2012 - December 2012 - January 2013 - February 2013 - March 2013.

That's seven months! Where the hell do they get off with saying it hasn't been over six months?

Anyway, while talking to the ESA people yesterday, my father discovered that they're saying my last claim stopped in January 2013. By that logic, it hasn't been six months yet. But where did they get that from? While I was at the Job Centre on the 4th of April 2013, I spoke to a guy about it and mentioned that it's been over six months since the last claim was stopped in August. He agreed with me and said that clearly, someone cannot do their math. He then promised that someone would call me back between the time I got off the phone with him and 16:00. That call never happened. So, I took it upon myself to call them back on Friday. I didn't get anywhere with that, though. The first time I called, I was calling from my cellphone and proceeded to run out of credit on my phone while on hold. The second call was made from the hotel, but I had to hang up after waiting for about 15 minutes there since it was not my phone. The third call was made from the computer store next door, but I had to hang up after waiting for about 30 minutes because, once again, it wasn't my phone. That was three wasted calls!

My father was told by the ESA people that I should try claiming JSA instead. I was going to leave that for today. However, after talking to Richard yesterday, it was suggested that I do it yesterday. As I was about to catch a train to do that, my father told me to wait because Jane would contact the JSA people. She thought it would be a waste of my time and money if I did apply for JSA. One call back later, and it was discovered that she was correct in that assumption. I would be refused a JSA claim because the doctor has signed me off as unfit for work. They told Jane that I should apply for ESA. That's left me in an endless loop because I can't claim ESA since they claim it hasn't been six months, and I can't claim JSA because I'm unfit to work. Now, what do I do?

On the 15th of April 2013, my father is visiting me, and we will fight this whole thing. GREAT! We will first see my doctor and sort out my whole "unfit for work" thing. We're then going to proceed to the Job Centre in St Austell and fight for ESA (or JSA if it comes to that), and we're NOT going to leave until we get a result. There's no way I will last long if we don't get some kind of result.

I do have a claim for DLA still in the works; however, the most recent letter that I got from them was on the 21st of March 2013, and it states the following:

Thank you for your communication of 21/03/2013 asking us to look at your claim again.

What happens next

We are looking again at all the information that we have. It can take 11 weeks for a decision to be given.

A wait of 11 weeks isn't going to do me a lot of good in terms of money, as I have maybe a month's worth of cash left, and then I am flat-out broke. Even if the decision was to come sooner than 11 weeks, I don't think there is any guarantee that it'll be a "Yes". Hell, with the way things have been going for me lately, I wouldn't be surprised if it came back as a "No".

Now, I know that epilepsy doesn't make me fully incapable of working. Still, with my condition being the way it is currently, there aren't going to be many jobs I can do. Firstly, because of the blankouts I've been having quite often, I can't say I'm fit to work a normal job, such as checkout staff in a store. If I were to have blank-out moments in that kind of work, I honestly don't think it would take long at all for me to get my ass fired.

As my father told me on the phone yesterday, I can work. Still, it would have to be a job where I'm totally out of public view—doing something like building websites for people or computer repair, or something like that. Somewhere where it wouldn't affect business too much if I were to blank out. Sadly, finding a job like that is going to be pretty hard. It's easier to find a job in a store, but no one will want to employ someone who may end up standing there, motionless, staring blankly at people for 5-20 minutes. Just imagine how long a queue could get if I were to blank out.

I hope that I can get everything fixed on the 15th of March 2013.

A sad loss

Yesterday turned out to be a rather sad day. While at the Restormel Lodge Hotel, I heard on TV about a landslide in my hometown of Looe. I'd also heard about a house that had partially collapsed and that a woman in her 60s was missing. I heard nothing more about it for the remainder of my day at the hotel.

Once I'd returned home, I searched for it on Google. I quickly located the story. It stated that the entire thing had happened on Sandplace Road. I still can't place where exactly that is in Looe, even though the pictures of the property look very familiar. I read in the report that the woman's name was Susan Norman, and she's 68. It said no one had heard from her since about 8 pm Thursday night. At around that time, it was stated that she'd called her family and told them that she was going to bed because she was exhausted.

I heard nothing else on the story yesterday because I proceeded to climb into bed and get some sleep myself since I was exhausted and could barely stay awake.

I decided to check on the story today and found out that Susan had been located at the house at about 18:50. As you can probably guess, it wasn't good news. Before falling asleep yesterday, I was hoping that the news would've been reporting that she'd be found staying with friends or family, or even at a hotel and that she just hadn't reported into family yet. I reckon a lot of people in Looe were hoping for the same kind of thing, even though deep down, I'm sure everyone knew that the news wouldn't be good at all.

The big worry everyone in Looe will have now is about the building she was found in. Due to the landslide that demolished the house, the building is now partially collapsed and leaning dangerously forward. How long will it last before it completely collapses? Hopefully, something will be done about it before then because it seriously can't be left in the condition it's currently in.

At about 10:56, the same page stated that residents in the area of the incident had been campaigning for years to obtain safety measures. There have been several landslips in that area in the past. However, their pleas have been ignored by the Cornwall Council. Maybe now the council are going to listen and sort something out. I'm amazed they could ignore it this much. Then again, I wouldn't be surprised if they continued to ignore the pleas. How many deaths will it take for them to sit up and decide, "We must solve this problem!"? Just this one, or many more?

Unaware

Lately, I've been finding out just how bad my epilepsy is.

My Dad visited me on the 18th of March to help me decorate my apartment a little. At one point, we were putting a desk together as a pair, but I spaced out on him somewhere during this process. For about 8 minutes, I was apparently staring blankly at him. It seemed I couldn't hear anything he was saying or even see him. I just sat (or stood...I don't know) there, staring at him and rubbing a bag between my thumb and forefinger. I was told about it afterwards, but I do not remember the event. After being told, I thought back to last week at the youth project. A couple of times at the project, I felt like I was going to fall asleep. But after being told about my spacing out, I thought, "Was I falling asleep or spacing out?". I decided to ask Richard about it today.

I was told by Richard that I have been spacing out on him a few times, inside the hotel and outside at the field. He told me he'd be talking to me, and I wouldn't acknowledge him for a few minutes and then would just come around and talk to him. I have no recollection of these events at all. So, it seems that Dad is correct. At appointments and all, I really shouldn't be there alone because I honestly do not remember these times.

Looking through some paperwork today, I located three reports from the ambulance people during 2012. One dated the 18th of January 2012, one dated the 6th of December 2012, and one dated the 29th of December 2012. These appear to be the only reports I've held on to. I do remember having a seizure on the 29th of January 2013, too. All these seizures were grand mal ones, and of the 4, I can only really remember the one on the 29th of January because it left me with a huge cut down my left arm. But since Monday, I've found out that I've had quite a lot of petite mal seizures.

After talking to Richard today, I said that I probably fucked myself over with the medical assessment I had back in November 2012. I don't remember this assessment, but I'm pretty sure it just involved answering a lot of questions. However, I think I answered the questions incorrectly and was told I was "fit for work" or something. I'm now finding out just how UNFIT for work I am.

I can't get a job while in this condition because I'd get fired in no time. For example, say I was working in a store behind the checkout. Since I've been having quite a few petite mal seizures, which seem to involve me staring blankly at people and not hearing them for about 8 minutes, imagine if I'm serving a customer at the checkout. I could space out at any time and be there for 8 minutes doing nothing and end up with quite a queue forming because I'm unaware of anything. I'm pretty sure I'd be fired after a week or two because no one could deal with it.

What I need to do is appeal this decision, which got my DLA denied, and also try to appeal this medical assessment. However, I will take Richard with me this time or try to get Dad to come along. I shouldn't attend the assessment alone because I am unaware of just how badly I'm doing.

Tomorrow, I will try to borrow the hotel's phone to call the DLA people and ask them to reconsider the decision. On Monday, when I have a doctor's appointment, I'm going to take the ambulance reports with me and try to get Richard to come along too so that he can explain these petite mal seizures to the doctor. I will then see if the doctor can get that medical assessment redone. I'll need to take either Dad or Richard to the assessment with me so that they can correct anything I answer incorrectly. I can't answer any questions, honestly, since I have no idea about the full extent of my seizures. If I can't remember them, then how can I answer a question like "How many seizures have you had in the past year?" I can't answer that correctly if I have no idea at all!

Crying with laughter

It looks like I'm going to be getting a lot of sleep tonight. Why? I could barely keep my eyes open at the youth project today. I could feel myself drifting off to sleep several times while watching and trying to learn some Java and C++. I guess it's lucky our "teacher" got disconnected today while trying to teach us C++ because I couldn't pay much attention.

Before leaving to go home, I did get a great laugh out of a video by alantutorial. This guy usually makes stupid tutorials about things anyone should know how to do, such as picking up a chair that has fallen over. However, this tutorial had me crying with laughter when I saw it. I don't know what the tutorial was about exactly. Still, after he locates a dictionary in the video, I lost it. What he'd done was just hilarious. I'm not going to spoil the surprise, though. Look at the video if you're curious about what made me cry with laughter.

Plenty of Fish - Don't expect a bite

Plenty of Fish is a site you should not try out if you're looking for a relationship. Actually, I should say that no one who isn't a great-looking person should try it. Why do I say this? Well, I've messaged over 20 people (34 to be exact) on the site now to see how cooperative people are, and I haven't had a single reply. It's just amazing to me.

I was told I should try out the site because some guy who was a lot worse looking than me was getting a lot of replies and dates from the site. However, I can't get a single reply myself. It doesn't matter what I say or ask; no one wants to talk. I've sent out very similar messages to many of them because I just got tired of trying to alternate the topics, especially since I never got a reply after about ten people.

My messages mostly consisted of saying "Hi" and asking them, "How are you doing today?". On top of that, I would ask if they enjoyed their current jobs and, if not, what they would rather do for work. Next, I would ask about their pets. Then I'd ask what they enjoy in terms of movies and music. Recently, I started asking questions about whereabouts in the world they've travelled to and whether they would like to go anywhere else in the world. Obviously, I'd comment on a few messages telling them they're beautiful or something along those lines. It doesn't seem to matter, though. No one is interested in anything I have to say or ask.

Anyway, if you're not an attractive person (like myself), I would never recommend this site, especially if you don't want to feel hurt or unwanted.

If you use this site or are new to it, I wish you the best of luck in your search. You'll need a lot of luck if you're anything like myself.

Panic

Things aren't looking too good for me currently.

Every month, usually around the 20th, I get about £200 deposited into my bank account. However, it hasn't been paid into my account this month. Why? Apparently, I was sent a renewal letter back in November 2012. I didn't get this though. So, I'm down to £90 in my account now. That'll last me about two weeks, maybe. It could only be for one week since I'll have to pay for the electricity and everything. I could be screwed for money within the next week, now that I think about it.

Hopefully, Richard and I can try to sort it out tomorrow. If we can't, then I have no idea what I'm going to do because I'll be out of money before too long.

I got rather fucking annoyed this morning because Bertha opened up a couple of pieces of mail that may have been about the DLA, but neither were. They were both about the ESA, which I've heard about several times. Once again, they were telling me they couldn't pay me that. It's old news now, and I have NO idea why they keep telling me repeatedly that they can't pay me it. It's pretty annoying. The worst thing about it is Bertha telling me that the ESA letters were my DLA. I kept telling him they had nothing to do with that, but he wouldn't listen. I hung up on him, and he called me back repeatedly. I was growling at the phone, saying, "OH FUCK OFF! I DON'T FUCKING CARE, OK? LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" just because he wouldn't quit calling me. I'm amazed he never got the message since I'd repeatedly hung up on him.

I'm hoping that tomorrow, we can fix this. I don't want to have to starve myself and all.

Gender Wars - What's the point?

After watching a Jenna Marbles video titled Some Idiot/How Sports Bras Work, I noticed this reply to another comment.

Lol. No. You sexist.

Women CREATED men.

Women FEED and CARE for men.

Men wouldn't be SHIT without women.

I apologize for you not having a girlfriend.

Try to imagine a world without women c:

You, sir, wouldn't be alive.

This comment was in reply to this comment.

ur an ignorant bitch  men rule the world bitch. any wemon presidents? no.

I felt the need to reply to both of these comments because I find BOTH comments to be fucking ignorant. My argument is that humans, or any other animal for that matter, cannot exist without both genders. If women were to die out, or men were to die out, the whole of whichever species would eventually die out. You can't exist without each other.

I seriously want to know why both genders are always trying to start a war with each other. Just face fucking facts! Without the opposite gender, we're all fucked. No one gender rules the world because, without each other, we'd end up extinct! Does no one use their fucking brains? I know there are sperm banks and such, so yeah, if men died out or something, you'd have those supplies to last for a while, but eventually, those supplies would die out, and the human race would be fucked.

So, will you all quit fucking fighting!? There's no point in going on a fucking power trip about which gender is better because, without each other, we'd all be fucked...honestly if there's something we could live without...it's these fucking idiots who think their gender is better than the other gender. We'd be a lot better off without that shit, honestly.

The Fight

I had to deal with another odd event on Tuesday night/Wednesday morning. This time, it was my neighbours fighting.

I honestly have no idea what the entire fight was about because I was trying to drown out the noise coming from their apartment with Jenna Marbles videos. The whole thing started at around about 11 pm. All I could hear was yelling, a woman crying, and items being thrown around the apartment. After about an hour, the male exited the apartment and was holding the front door shut so that the woman couldn't get to him. He then called out my name and asked me if I would call the police, which I did.

It wasn't long until the police arrived, and I had to run down the stairs to let them in. I told them the fight was happening upstairs, and they proceeded up the stairs. I followed after them, and that's when I noticed that the male had a bloody nose. It seems like the female had punched him in the face or something. I never saw the female, though, so I have no idea if she was injured. I couldn't go to bed because I had to stay awake in case the police wanted to ask me anything, and they asked me stuff twice. They just wanted to know what I'd heard and how I got involved.

What did I hear? There was just a lot of yelling, a woman crying, and things being thrown.

How did I get involved? Well, the male asked if I would call the cops - so I did.

There wasn't much else that I could say. I sure was exhausted by the end of it all and ended up not turning up to the youth project until about 10:45 am on Wednesday because I just wanted to sleep.

Injured

It’s a shame that moving away has no way affected my epileptic seizures.

I discovered yesterday that I’d once again had another seizure. This time, however, I did quite a bit of damage to myself and to my only source of heating in this place. I have a huge cut down my left arm, and I also damaged my right heel, which is making it hard to walk on. Hopefully, this will get a lot better soon.

I’m not exactly sure of what caused the seizure. The last thing I remember doing was saying good night to the people in my Pal Talk chat room. At least, that’s what I thought I did. However, I discovered that I did not make it to my bed. I stayed in chat and had a seizure on the microphone. This worried many of my friends who were in the chat room at the time. One friend, Stephanie, actually went ahead and tracked down Richard’s cellphone number. She then had a friend call Richard to tell him what had happened. This led to one confusing event after I’d called Richard myself to ask him to come and pick me up from the hospital I was at.

When Richard arrived at the hospital to collect me, he’d told me he’d been contacted by someone named “Chad”. I don’t know a Chad, so when I was told that, all I could think was, “Who’s Chad? I don’t know a Chad!”. I found out later from Steph that it was her friend. I still have no idea who the guy is, though, or even how Steph managed to track down Richard’s number. I think these things may have to remain a mystery.

A new home, a new life.

Recently, I moved from my old place in Looe to live in Lostwithiel. I’ve got to say that it’s a lot nicer not having to wake up at 5:30 in the morning now to deliver newspapers to people. However, it was a little sad to say goodbye to everyone I usually spoke to on Saturdays when collecting the paper money they owned. The main bonuses to living here are that now I no longer have to wake up early, and also there are no worries of missing the train and missing out on the project if the trains don’t arrive.

My second day of living here was surprising. In the evening, I had some guy knocking on my door. I answered out of curiosity to find a guy in his late 30s asking if I’d watch over him. The reason is that he thought that he may be having a heart attack. Unsure of what to do, I agreed to keep an eye on him and briefly talked with him. It wasn’t too long, however, before he was down on his knees, clutching at his chest. I grabbed my cell phone at this point and called for an ambulance. This turned out to be a little harder than I expected because the phone signal was extremely weak in the building. Luckily, it wasn’t too long before an ambulance turned up.

After letting the medical staff into the building, I returned to my room. I occasionally went to see how he was doing. It didn’t turn out to be a heart attack in the end, but it was better to be safe anyway.

Hopefully, I won’t have to deal with something like that again in a hurry.