"A Problem Page For All!"

I got along with everyone exept Ali, who I think didn't like me for various reasons. I'd diss her, except Jimmy has a crush on her so we're not allowed to say nassy-bad things 'bout Ali in this house.

Well. I knew some of them from camp, some more from the internet, a couple only by name. I loved them all (even Ali!).

No, I don't really feel guilty that I didn't say anything about Blake eating cookies. I feel bad that I didn't ask him about it, but I understand that his blood sugar was going up and down dramatically. He was probably trying to regulate it when he was eating the cookies. I do wish I had asked him about it, though -- he might have confided in me or something. Earlier that day we had talked and he said that it was "mostly just diet control" -- so I didn't think it was a very big deal. I didn't realize he had type one diabetes (as opposed to type two, which Dad was diagnosed with) and was insulin-dependant.

Actually, this is a sort of weird attitude perhaps, but I have the feeling that this was going to happen to Blake anyway (his disease wasn't really under control -- they were still "experimenting", not knowing how bad it was) and that this party was the best place it could have happened. Fiona, Rachel, and Mike are extremely wonderful people to have around in a medical emergency. Puck and I sat very still and sent waves of good energy to Blake before gathering to help out the others in their emotional stress (he and I are empaths). Everyone was just really, really, really, really amazing. It was a good place to have a seizure...if you needed to have a seizure.

Does that make any sense whatsoever?