o.O I just had one of my flat mates collapse right in front of my door.

I'd just gotten home, and was sitting here browsing the f-list, when I heard a bang. I just thought it was idiots slamming their doors at 3 am, as you sometimes find them in student residences, but then it happened again, and it was really loud, so I took a look outside my door to see one of my flat mates all crumpled up on the floor. He was really out of it, and had a huge lump on his forehead, which he'd gotten when he apparently banged his head against the wall when he fell.

Turns out he's an epileptic, which I didn't know - but then, I haven't told anyone that I'm a diabetic, so I shouldn't be criticizing - and that he really dislikes hospitals. The paramedic showed up, and he said he'd suggest the flat mate (let's call him J.) should go to the hospital to have himself checked out, but J. was very decided about not wanting to go to the hospital. Since I don't have to be in till 4 pm tomorrow, I offered to check in on him every other hour, so I'm not gonna be getting much sleep. But that's cool, because in exchange, I'm gonna be getting to ask all the 'what's your name?'/'do you know where you are?'/'what's your birthday and shoe size?' questions in real life. ;)

In other news, not much news, except that I might be joining a band. Lol, the UK is really turning me into an extrovert. It's very scary.