My (insert unknown adjective here) week yet?

Mood I don't know, atm.

Wearing Red Abercrombie Moose pj bottoms & a The Who oversized tee. Yes, that is what I call pajamas...
Eating/Drinking chocolate brownies. I really shouldn't, especially not when I'm ill. But they taste so good! Water as well, and cherry menthol chewing gum.
Hearing Tchiakovsky - Sibelious, Violin Concerto in D-Minor
Dreamt about *ahem* I was kidding when I told Bone last night I'd be dreaming about TOTSG but then I did. Actually, didn't get to sleep until about 3am because I could stop thinking about TOTSG. How sad is that? Was a pleasant dream though ;)
Currently reading Rumours (by someone Fleetwood Mac-ified)

Present MSN name But I force a smile, knowing that my ambition far exceeded my talent. There are no more white horses or pretty ladies at my door.

Talking to no one
Last text from Bone (though I've been damn popular in the last 24hrs. Woot.)
Word of the Day Chilis

Okay, so this week's been pretty... I dunno. I don't know how to describe it, really.

Firstly, last Friday night I went to fencing cadets again. Believe me, I was fine... I only got called a dyke by the coach and that was the worst of it (for me). Although, at one point, during the warm up, some guys said something, and to be very honest with you, I can't remember what was said, but I do know it was nothing bad or anything. We were talking about what sports we did outside of fencing (which I how and why I got called a dyke, cos I said I was a rower, and the coach said, 'Ooh. Big, strong shoulders, aye? - or something like that, and then he followed it up with muttering, 'Dyke,' as he walked away. Something like that. He wasn't a nice guy, still isn't...) But this other guy was made to get down on the ground, while all of us had to surround him, and then the coach made him do press-ups while he mocked him and while we watched on.

That's not even character building. That's just freakin' cruel...

But, y'know, that night I fought in four bouts. I won three, which was pretty cool. And suddenly, I have become a slag cos I quite like Fencing-Andy. He's really sweet, but he's no TOTSG, to be honest. But yeah...

Anyway, I've kinda gotten to know the other epeeists a little.

There's Alice whom I would very much love to hate, as she's gorgeous even when fencing, even after fencing, and she's smart and funny and adorable and annoyingly perfect, but she's so nice with it, so it's kinda impossible to hate her, because she's just so very sweet and lovely. Damn her!

Then there's 'Mc-Something'. Obviously that's not he's name, but to be honest I can't remember it, and I only knew his surname anyway, cos it's printed on the back of his fencing jacket. He's okay. Damn good fencing though, comes off dead arrogant on the piste, and usually I haven't got time for that kinda thing (which is how I came to beat Bruce at the club now) and I just see it as a tactic, but it does actually work. And he's not really tht arrogant in real life, either. I've met worse.

There's Dan, who is left handed and shaggy haired and, as it turned out, also a really nice guy. I can see us being pretty good friends.

There's Andy (Fencing-Andy), brill fencer, nice guy, (slighly odd) and stuff. 'Nuff said.

There're other guys too, but I've either forgotten their names, or they were stand-offish, or both.

There's only about another two or three, anyway.

And as for the foilists? I've not even talked to one. I don't really have any intention to, either. I don't know what it is about a lot of competition-based sabreurs and foilists, but they come off even more arrogant than epeeists, and it actually does make me feel physically sick at times, and eugh.. no.

And one last thing on fencing: I'm going to the Notts Open on Sunday 5th March (methinks). I am going to die. But oh well.

Okay, so, after fencing on Friday, I went home, had a bath, went to sleep, woke up and attempted to get up and get out of bed, but found I couldn't, as my legs had totally stiffened up and most of my muscules hurt and ached and stuff... which is odd, cos I didn't actually do very much at fencing on the night previous to it, but there we are.

Still though, I woke up to a text from Bone, asking if I wanted to come over there and then, so I got dressed and was picked up by Lorna a few minutes later.

I spent a pretty good weekend at Bone's, it's back to normal again, and that's great for two main reasons: firstly and most importantly, life at Bo''s dad's is more bareable and therefore she's not obsessing about it, and she doesn't have to worry about it anymore.

Secondly, and much less importantly, as it is a selfish reason: I love it at Bo''s dad's house. There are certain places which I can really loosen up at and feel totally at home and have fun... that house is one of them. For some reason I like it more at her dad's than her mum's, which is odd, but such is life.

I like the atmosphere, I s'pose. Paul and Lorna aren't really my 'Nick & Barb', but they're as close as I'm going to get, I think.

Anyway, we (Bo' and I) watched movies when we were there: Lost in Translation, Wedding Crashers (with Lorna, Paul & Josh... and Bo' and I just sat and ogled Owen Wilson), and then Bo' and I watched Red Eye or whatever it's called after that. To be honest, it sucked, but she wanted to see Cillian Murphy in it, so why not?

On Sunday, not a lot happened. It was pretty chilled. Then at about 4pm, Bo' and I walked to her mum's who took us to church for the Uganda meeting. I have to say, it was the coolest yet. We found out after a temperory scare that Jolene actually isn't going to Ug, so all is good in that respect, but we also found out more about what we're going to be doing there, and it's all so cool. For example, we're going to teach in schools and open a school in a village near Kampala... how cool is that?

If only Leggy weren't going, then things would be perfect. Or, if she does go, I wish she would stop being such a selfish bitch (yesh, hark who's talking and all that, but still... she's more self-absorbed and selfish than I could ever be, to be honest) and I wish she would stop dragging Bo' off to be with her all the time.

I can just about live witht he fact that Bo' has some crap mates (which I'm sure she thinks I do too) but Leggy is the worst, and I don't really believe that Bo' doesn't really like her. Or, even if she doesn't like her, Bo' can be such a people-pleaser sometimes, so it's just as bad.

Though, don't get me wrong, it's difficult to find many faults with her, and I suppose people think that I'm jealous of Leggy, and in some respect, yes, I am. But she's using my best mate. And I don't like it. Would you expect me to?

I don't want the Ug trip to turn into a youth club thing, where Leg drags Bo' off and I don't see her all evening and I'm left alone, and spend the night in a foul mood, cos I firstly, hate youth club, and secondly, hate Leggy, and thirdly, haven't got my best mate to talk to.

But oh well. If it does, I have Corrine, right? We get on pretty well, but it's just not the same...

Anyway, Monday comes next, and it's more or less a crap day. I think. I go to youth club in the evening and spend a lot of it talking to Corrine and then I wander into the main hall and get talking to Gordon and we get talking about prayer. The convo went on a bit, but it lightened my spirits and made me less wary about praying aloud.

Corrine and I went to the prayer room thingy and tried it out, and we agreed we'd make it a weekly thing. 'Twas pretty cool.

Corrine and I also got talking about a couple of us from the Uganda group coming to Essex-land to hang out and also get our hair done in little 'corn-rows', (is it?) ready for Uganda. Bone told me a little while later than Leggy wanted to go too. But, I don't mean to be melodramatic, but if she goes, then I don't, quite simply. Spending time in Uganda is going to be bad enough. Essex won't be about three mates hanging out and having fun, it'll just become war, and I don't want that.

Anyway, the week at school dragged on, and was lame. The days merged but went on so long that it felt literally like months were passing, not the six or so hours at school that we're supposed to spent at school per day...

I accidently mentioned to Shelley in RS when we were supposed to be working on some crappy little presentation thingy about Uganda and now she wants to come. She actually wants me to ask our group if she can come. What could I say to that?

I mean, I said I'd ask, and who knows, maybe I will. But firstly, she doesn't come to our church, and I know Gordon has pretty much asked everyone if they want to come to Uganda, but even he has his limits. Plus, Shelley is 'half Christian, half Sikh' and I don't meant to come off as harsh, but that to me means that she is neither. The religions don't quite work like that. I see where she's coming from, but no.

So what else? Vamp and I are on unsteady ground, atm. I really noticed it on Wednesdaym during assembly.

We were both sitting away from Flo' and Cherry and that was fine, and Vamp and I were talking and things were good, but as soon as Vamp sat down she just changed... Face went slack. Eyes went dead. Mouth drooped. Body language was all over the place. She wouldn't talk to me.

I asked her what was wrong and she said something about love and stuff so I figured that it must be D-related so I keptmy questions to myself. I did, however, start talking to her about herself and her sister and stuff because in this year, if there's one thing I've learned, it's not to talk about myself with the bulk of my friends as it pisses them off/they hate it/they don't care.

Even that didn't work. I didn't know what to say, really. Cos I know what's coming. She won't let me in, and I can't help her, even though I genuinely want to. She'll end up accusing me of not trying to help her because I'll back off after a while, cos there's no point in pushing her to open up to me. Then she'll hate me again and I'll be left to lick my wounds and wonder what the hell's going on with the world.

In assembly, I gave up. I left her to mope and I moped myself. I was pissed off with her because of the very reason I just mentioned, but I was also pretty hurt by Mrs Ginge who has evidently been blabbing about me about stuff which she hasn't even mentioned to me.

Tuesday night I talked with her after school for about an hour about my coursework and she was very nice and pleasant and cool about things and mentioned nothing abut her being pissed off with me cos it's technically late.

But on Wednesday just before assembly, Miss Doran has this go at me aout it being late and stuff and I was pissed off cos Gingey and I were fine about it and there was no way that I could've done that much work on it on just Tuesday evening. I figured that I hated Miss Doran and her huge arse again. Not that I liked her arse, but you get me? She's just a bitch with a huge arse, that's what I'm saying... pfftt.

Anyway, on Wednesday night, I stayed back again, but this time with Mr Cunningham whom I printed off my new copy of my c/w for, gave it him, he ticked me off his list and then we got chatting about genetics and stuff and things were cool.

Then after that I printed off my stats c/w for Mr Dowson, and, admitedly, it's not complete, so I wrote a note with it and got it put in his pigeon hole.

It turned out, only the next day when I was ill at home that both teachers had a problem with my lack of c/w.

I could kinda understand it from Mr D as he hates me and he also is an anal bastard. But Mr C is supposed to be my mate, kinda. Pffttt.

So, anyway, Wednesday night I was ill, so I didn't go into school on Thursday. I managed to go shopping with my folks in the evning, but I felt off. I also popped into fencing to get some sponsors (which I timed badly) and had a quick chat with Mick. Then I left, went home, was ill again, and that's why I'm not as school now.

Very finally, before I can leave this, one and for all for today, I just have to say that...

I'M. GOING. TO. SEE. THE. CHILIS. IN. JULY!

I don't meant to rub it in, Rhebus, and I am truly sorry that you can't come along... I dunno what to say about it really, but I am really excited. Bone sent me a text this morning to tell me the tickets were bought.

'Tis cool. Oh, and *hugs* to you Rhebus and thanks so much about the London thing in March. You're a good mate, even if I'm not.

Now please excuse me while I write some sort of e-mail to TOTSG. :)