Friday night and lying in bed coughing and feeling like crap.  Tongue and jaw is swollen for some reason.  Not going out makes me unpopular but so what I'd rather have my internal organs happy with me than a few extra humans added to the list.  You can't please people - tell the truth and they get upset, lie and have a chance they may get upset.  Feelings really are under rated - they really do dictate the runnings of mankind.  Think of a world where no one gave a shit about anything other than the basic necessities of life.  I could go into a rant about this but - ugh - I don't give a shit enough to do that.   

The investigation on finding the phantom shitter continues.  I have a suspect however no more than circumstantial evidence so I shall remain as tight lipped as I can be until I can come out and point a finger.  This sort of thing is very hard to prove and in a way I hope it never happens again. 

A fellow classmate finally has his permission to move out of those disgusting accommodations the military has so graciously forced us to live in and so I've invited him to live here until he can move into a place of his own in May.  Money for this would be nice but a larger headache for me right now is getting the military staff off my back and doing that requires having shiny boots - something I suck at doing so hopefully this guy can do it.  Not sure about the bed making thing, maybe he'll help out.  I'm not sure if I mentioned this before but that military stuff is really a nuisance - yes I know I am in it so avoiding it is like a doctor saying the job is nice without all the whiny patients.  

We're now learning about amplifiers - basically they are little thingies that we learned about earlier that do some magic or something and make waves or some stuff bigger somehow.   We had a surprise quiz on them today (right before lunch too) and I barely managed to pass it.  I got the lowest mark in my row - interesting considering everyone sitting there is well known to have the mind of a 4 year old. 

I am stuck in between very 2 special people.  Person one is an angry narcoleptic (today he was wide awake one moment - and exactly 30 seconds later I looked over to find him completely passed out) - eats nothing but mcdonalds and these weird smelling salty things called 'combos', and drinks only those giant tins of 99 cent Ice Tea.  His room mates are your typical computer playing basement dwelling troglodytes. 

He speaks strangely - most of the time it is what I can only assume as his percieved social self - where the things he says are rehashed stuffed he's heard from somewhere else - sort of like a computer with preprogrammed hu-mon phrases to try to fit in with their society - like the terminator.   He sometimes gets into rages and swears at everything - usually the word 'fucking.'  "This FAWKING thing won't FAWKING work - why won't you work you FAWKING piece of SSSHHHhhiiiiiiitttttttt?!  Quit FAWKING with my SSSSShhhhhhiiiiittttt!!!!!" are some of his favorite phrases.   I used to try to keep him awake by poking him but I think I'll give up because a) it never works and b) he would sometimes mumble threats about hurting me if I continued.  Not worth the effort.  He does some exhibit suicidal tendencies - and am unsure about either him going out in a blaze of glory or slowly fading out to be that shirtless guy who lives in the apartment down the hall. Like that low functioning retarded guy in 'There's Something about Mary' who hates it when people touch his ears - special person 1 hates it when you leave things not his on his desk.  He hasn't blown up since special person 2 (more on him later) left a muffin wrapper on his desk and he went into a much longer and larger rage fueled rant. 

His other self - er - natural self - is quite normal in most respects and is no different than any other person his age.  I see this in others who get into escapist activity like video games or books - basically because they prefer these things to their environment.  For example I'm much happier lying in bed writing about special person 1 than outside drinking or dancing because a) I'm sick b) it costs money I do not have c) fuck you!

A Beatles fan, hates most other music, a fan of literature (sci-fi, fantasy - various years) and comics, video games (not console) - certainly an interesting fellow and pleasant on occasion to speak to however the other foibles detract from that - esp during the bouts of narcolepsy and rage.  Intelligent. Lazy. Good with money and long term financial planning - very unusual for one his age (others spend it all on rims).  Unimpressed with titles, ranks, awards or education - for the most part - more impressed with capability.  Dismissive of other peoples ideas if they differ from his own (typical of those his age though).

Certainly entertaining to watch at sports - he's not terrible however I just think is unpracticed at team sports and maybe in - oh - a few decades may be okay.  But who knows maybe the damage is already done.  Family is all military and so as creatures of habit we just do what we're used to and this is why he's here.   

Hates institutionalized education (prefers to learn - well do everything - alone). Slightly autistic perhaps? I do think with some cognitive therapy or failing that perhaps medication would really help, though I don't feel he wants to change.  Anyway this is, in a nut shell, special person 1.        

Special person 2 is, well, special.  19, married to a 17 year old.  His blushing young bride is totally insane, vulgar and rude - kinda like one of those people you see get in fights over men on Jerry Springer.  Ah - but onto special person 2.  He says he's native (I suppose could be), somewhat adept at computers, constantly pulling disgusting or rude pranks on those unfortunate enough to be nearby (farting on people, blowing god knows what into their faces, drawing penises on their books, that sort of thing), repeats things I haven't heard since elementary school, I'm not sure when he's serious or about to do something terribly wrong. 

I've learned about things like space docking, blumpkins, reverse blumpkins, something called a boston steamer, you know I don't even wanna know.  

He's pretty much the complete opposite of special person 1 in every way.  Yeah.  Read about person 1 and think the opposite - that's him.  I don't want to go any further on person 2 - no more than I want to know what exactly is in the bacon cheese burger I ate yesterday - it's there, yes it's gross, just hopefully it won't get any worse. 


Well it looks like movie night will be canceled - tomorrow is laundry.  Must catch up on sleep and quality dank time.