Format the following passage properly, for storytelling purposes. Keep it as written, don't change a single word, but improve grammar where necessary.

Look alive, Cam. This is the start of a new day...or at least that's what I told myself a little more than three hours ago. The atmosphere is a bit quieter than normal, as not one but two housemates are away. One is going into the second week of an approximately two-week-long summer vacation, while the other is now in the hospital, where the doctors will try to figure out all of the medical problems he has been dealing with, and how to remedy them. Apparently, in addition to the other challenges he has been dealing with, he has a blood clot, as I found out yesterday when two of his siblings (sister and brother) came to visit. I am not sure which one of them is his guardian, but I was astonished to find out that they are actually older than him, which blows my mind because he's the oldest resident here. He is seventy-six years old and has been a 'client' of JARC (and whatever came before it) since 1987. On the other hand, his siblings are both several years his senior. Both are in their eighties now. His sister is eighty-two, though if you were to meet her firsthand, you would think she was in her early seventies. His brother's name is Barry. There is a video you can find on YouTube of him on a basketball court, practicing free throws. At the age of eighty-two, he made ten in a row during that session. That video was published six years ago, which means he is eighty-eight years old now. Twelve years the senior of our oldest resident. It is remarkable to realize how they have taken such amazing care of themselves. I am sure it is partly genetic, but I believe that almost anyone can enjoy a long life with a balanced diet and good exercise. Maybe I bought into the marketing hype, but I am living proof that it's possible to break away from bad habits. I am still a long way from where I would like to be, but doing far better than I had been back in December, when I tipped the scales at almost 400. In the distance, I hear a house-mate's shoes squeaking, as his legs move in a steady, excited motion. I know exactly who it is, and whatever he is watching, I am sure it is something colorful and silly. After a brief respite, the squeaking continues, as I reflect on the events of yesterday. A siren is resonating in the distance; subconsciously, I wonder if it is for me, then realize the sound never got any louder than it had initially been. The squeaking returns once again. Yesterday, we returned to the JARC day program building, for the combined music/dance session. This time, I opted for art; the initial feeling of being a 'quitter' came over me, but then I remembered that it had been some time since I had practiced drawing. I still remember old advice I had received, about how everything you can draw starts from a shape. It could be a square, a circle, a rectangle, a rhombus, a triangle, or anything else in between. But if you can draw a shape, you can draw almost anything because quite literally everything originates from one shape. A cloud could be a combination of many circles or it could even be a single oval, depending on your stylistic choice. A tree can be a triangle, its base can be a rectangle, and circles can represent the decorations inside. Even a rainbow is born from a single circle. We were given a prompt, a request to draw elements of the natural world. I started out by drawing a long black line to signify the land, then colored the land in with brown marker strokes. I couldn't get an immaculate texture, but what I did get was something all my own, born from nothing. I had taken the paper and made something unique with it. If I didn't draw anything else on that sheet I had already fulfilled the assignment. But then my mind started to explore more concepts. I went for an old favorite, a sun with a smiling face. A formation of rays, signified by lines, some smaller and some bigger than others, surrounded the circle. I drew two miniature circles to represent the eyes, added eyebrows (to give a more emotional element, as a smile without eyebrows can honestly be sort of creepy), then added an open, grinning mouth with a red tongue. I colored the sun in by using a yellow marker, being careful not to let the black and yellow mingle for too long and in too close proximity. The next idea was to draw a tree. I made it cartoony; since I was using a market and did not have the benefit of being able to erase the circles, I imagined the end result and then drew upon the image in my head to do an 'estimation' of what it would like if properly fleshed out with 'correct' technique. I already realize I would not have lasted one second in Squidward's art class, not when SpongeBob was his only other student. Still, I remember the mantra: 'something from nothing.' I took nothing and I made something out of it. I had what you could consider an oversized cloud, or the basis for a 'toony tree.' I added two circles to signify the eyes; these circles would have irises/pupils, which is sort of a necessity when you are working with a big object. For a small object, tiny black circles can do the job just fine, but when it's bigger I'll add bigger circles and put the tiny circles inside them. I accidentally made my tree cross-eyed based on where I placed the circles, but rather than giving up and starting from scratch I decided to keep going and have fun with it. I already knew this was going to be a weird picture, another reflection of my own lack of normalcy. By the time I was done, I had a purple tree with multicolor squares and circles inside it, plus a triangle for its nose, a handlebar mustache, a smiling mouth with teeth and a red tongue, and a goatee. Its roots were many colors, as though it were something out of an LSD nightmare. The sun also had a mustache and a monocle, but no goatee. There was a base of multicolored water in the background, a podium with a "BEST (?) IN SHOW" banner, two flowers and a disembodied Patrick Star head with an evil expression on its face; it is surrounded by stars, the remnants of a scrapped idea for it to be a tiny Paramount mountain (when I realized that it was too small for me to write "Paramount" and have it be anything close to legible). The one sane part, and the one I am most proud of, is an effort I had made to draw a rainbow; as the black marker was too heavy to outline each color from the tiny starting shape, I had to measure out the colors without outlining, and try not to mix the shades too much so as not to dull these colors. Ovals that were meant to be clouds instead became abstract shapes, with tiny words written inside. I drew a parallelogram, then added some depth to it to create the illusion of being three-dimensional, then wrote 'BOX' in it. (Within my mind, I had visualized a breadbox, for some inexplicable reason.) The last idea was to write whatever came to mind. It started out with me writing "BIG WILLIE SMITH" in block letters, and before I knew it I had transformed what was supposed to be a drawing of nature to a bizarre acid trip of an album cover. (I was referring not to Will Smith, but a Kool Keith alias; in fact, I had added multiple references to Keith, including Dr. Octagon, Rhythm X, and the name of a label he was briefly signed to in the mid-90s.)  Such is the mind of a thirty-something man who was put through the wringer and found the inner strength to keep going. I was never meant to be 'normal.' I once saw my differences as marks of shame. Now, I wear them with pride. My shame is disappearing.