Big Brother.

This year is the most annoying year yet. There are no stand outs whatsoever. But Siavash for the win, 'cause he's cool.

For Jade - It's shit actually tbh.

I really got into watching it in the year of legendary Pete - the one with tourettes. He was just hilarious. It was also the year of ever-so-annoyingly-loud Nikki, the Welsh-come-annoyingtwat Glyn and the simply gorgeous Imogen, also from Wales. And it was a laugh, everything happened in it, it was brilliant.

Last year's was okay, but nothing special. With Mikey, the blind one, and Rachel, the winner who everyone's forgotten about. By the end all the good housemates left and I lost all interest really. After Luke left, I thought he was the funniest housemate ever cause he reminded me of Lee Evans, it just went downhill.

Then this year is more irritating than anything. Sree and Marcus are the most annoying bastards ever to grace my TV. And I shall go into a bit of a rant about those two, starting now.

Sree is the most hypocritical twat I have ever seen. He goes into the Diary Room complaing that Siavash uses the "F word" too much and he doesn't like swearing and all that jazz, and then he goes around like "shut the fuck up" and "fuck off" left, right and centre. He really, really irritates the life out of me, and I hope he leaves on Friday. Pillock of the highest order.

Marcus is the most childish 40-something year old. Ever. He swears constantly and just oggles all the girls in the house, even Angel at the beginning! He keeps going to Sophie "oh go on, get your tits out for us" and "Can I have a findle later?" and shit, he's just a perv. And Sophie's young enough to be his freaking daughter! That's just wrong, dude. And he's a hypocrite too. He has a huge go at Sree for stalking Noirin (I agree that Sree did stalk her though) and then he goes and does the exact same thing, except he's like a 12 year old with a crush around her! Whenever you see Noirin in the house, oh, there's Marcus! Jesus Christ!! Noirin is a pretty girl to be fair to her, but she's not as beautiful as all the males in the house think. She's annoying too as she's a two-faced bitch half the time. I also hate the way that Marcus always drops hints like "Oh, I think Shania Twain is beautiful...but not as much as Noirin though" and when he realises that Noirin didn't hear him, he said "Noirin, I said I think you're more beautiful than Shania Twain" Jesus, it's disgusting. I think she's the same age as Sophie aswell, sicko.

Well it seems that I hate Marcus more than Sree after that, but when I see Sree, I just cringe and say "oh, fuck no." Twats, the pair of them.

Big Brother really knows how to grind my gears. If the both of them stay in the house this Friday, that's one less viewer it'll get.

The University Blog, as promised.

I'm making this into a bit of a habit. That's 3 posts in the space of a week by my reckoning. God, I need to get out more.

As I said in my latest post, I'll give you a full run down of the Universities I'm considering venturing off to next year in the next paragraphs. I still have no clue which University I want to go to most, but 3 at the moment are top of the list, with 1 possibly being dropped after an earlier conversation with my parents. We shall see.

Well a good place to start is to tell you wonderful people that either a) have read my blog from the start after me telling you to, or b) just found it by accident like a sperm finding an egg. It just happens. Anyway, I'm hoping to do French at University, with a second language to study from scratch, either Spanish or Italian, depending on the University. I've always loved French. Ever since Year 7, which is a bit of a shock seen as I had the delightfully awful Miss Rees teaching me, I've liked it. I like the French accent a lot, and to be able to speak it fluently in the future would be brilliant. Spanish and Italian are for different reasons. Italian really doesn't have a reason, but I've been to Italy a number of times and the language just seems very interesting. I only took a liking to Spanish by chance. One of my French teachers, Mrs Rowlands, teaches Spanish as well, and when I walked into the classroom a few months back, there was an example Spanish paragraph about Joe Bloggs' village, and the language just seems really, really good. It's quite similar to French, and the language is really "flowy" and it rolls off the tongue very simply. Spanish is my first choice second language (ha, sounds funny), but we'll see, as Bath don't offer Spanish in a beginners course in Year 1, only Italian.

That last sentence leads we neatly on to the subject of Cheese. Just messin' wi'cha.

Bath. It seems a very promising University for me indeed, as it was voted very highly for Modern Languages in general in recent years. +1 for Bath. Secondly, my Mum took my sister to see the Bath campus 2 years ago when she was choosing her Universities, and Mum really liked the campus, she said it seemed very friendly, and lovely gardens too. +2. But a problem, as aforementioned, is that you can only do Italian from scratch there, Russian too, but I'm not interested in that. It wouldn't be disastrous if I went there, because I wouldn't mind going there at all, but it's not my first choice.

After much consideration, I've decided to give each University a "Likelyhood of RBJ making this University his top 3 when forming an application" rating.

1/5 - Very, very much doubt it.
2/5 - Unlikely.
3/5 - 50/50 chance, may choose it, may not.
4/5 - Highly expected to be a chosen one.
5/5 - Definitely making this University my first choice.

So on that basis, Bath gets a 3/5.

Bristol. Right from the start, I'd put this down as my first choice. Very well respected University, highly ranked in the University Rankings on the Guardian, Independant and Times. Looking good. +2. But after a conversation with Mum, it's put me off going there slightly. She has a friend who went to Bristol as a Postgraduate, and this friend (I don't know his/her name, will be referred to as "X." Makes them sound like a hitman. Or one of the X-Men, strangely.) said that the tuition at Bristol was not that good. No details, so I'm still sceptical. Once again using a phrase I seem to be over-using at the minute, we'll see.

Bristol gets a rather disappointing, 2/5.

Nottingham. I didn't originally have Nottingham as an original choice, but it's replaced Birmingam as a possible choice for the following reasons. 1) It seems to be a really nice looking Univeristy, looking very modern. 2) Well rated on the University rankings for 2010, rated in the top 20 for French, as opposed to Bristol's 27th. 3) A family friend went there and he really liked it. +3 for Nottingham. It's relatively close to my Grandparents house too, so that's another plus. Looking good for Nottingham. Will have a look for Open Days in the coming months.

4/5 by my reckoning.

Finally, Oxford. This has been up at the top of the list from the get go really, but I don't see myself getting in. But we'll see. It's obviously one of the best Universities in the world with Cambridge (well, I don't know, but it's always used as examples of Universities so you know), and it looks brilliant. Already went there for a day with the family and it seems like a really nice place, as well as a University. Definitely one of my choices.

4.5/5 for Oxford.

Which means that it seems that, at the moment, Bath, Nottingham and Oxford are my top 3 Universities. Chances are, or rather my luck, I won't get into any of them, and will end up at Trefforest School of Modern Languages. Fun, fun, fun.

Well it seems that this post has come to an end. Should give you an insight into the hopes of RBJ when it comes to University. Maybe I'll see one of you in Trefforest. See you there.

To end, I have a rather hilarious quote or two from Family Guy:

Quote Number 1.
Peter: Hey Lois, you remember that diamond engagement ring you always wanted?
Lois: Oh my god, Peter, you didn't! *smiles*
Peter: Yep, I got a horse!

Quote Number 2.
Ladies and Gentleman of the store, I have an important announcement to make. Testicles. That is all.

That's a fitting moment to end on by my reckoning.

This is the end of the beginning.

So, my final year at Ysgol Gyfun Rhydfelen (yeah, I went there) has begun. A year of, hopefully, many highs, and hopefully just the one low. The last day. I'll talk about that, surprisingly, in the last paragraph of this post. I don't forsee this being a particularly long post, just one to summarise what I hope the final year should include. There will be one with a full summary of my final year, surprisingly un-surprisingly, after it's over.

The exams are now over, as I mentioned in my most recent post, but didn't go into detail, as Green Day has priority over my future. Exam number one was IT. It went rather painlessly on the whole, as I wasn't nervous about it. The exam was merely a chance for me to upgrade my B to an A. I doubt I've done it to be honest, as my portfolio was awful. Ho hum. I'm dropping IT anyway, so it's not a problem. My second exam was French, and I did talk about that in my last post, but revitalising cream deserves a second mention. Onwards and upwards, as they say. Or was that just a saying derived by abnormally tall people to belittle (oh, the irony) the smaller people. Who knows? Next up, History, which truth be told, could've been a hell of a lot worse. I could answer every question, which is always a good sign. Had a question like "To what extent were the Nazi's helpful to the Jewish community between 1935 - 1945?" come up, which it wouldn't by the way, I'd've been well and truly pwned. And finally, Drama took the reigns, and to be honest, I didn't revise for it barely at all. Besides about an hour the night before and maybe half an hour on the morning of the exam.

I'd just like to take this opportunity to apologise for my actions for my actions before the History exam. I kept bragging about how I knew everything about Politics and rubbing it in people's faces. It was twatty of me, and I shouldn't've done it. Sorry dudes.

So, Year 13. It's begun brightly, with me being elected into the school senate. Well, I wasn't really elected into it, there weren't enough people that applied for it, so everyone was put in automatically. So now I'm in the senate, next stage - become Head Boy. It won't be easy though. I have fierce competition from the likes of Rhys Taylor, Andrew Ross and (the most troubling of the lot) Nathan Willets. Tough, tough gig. I won't get in though, guaranteed.

Lesson wise, I haven't had a proper Drama lesson yet, I've had a good start to Year 13 French by starting L'Étranger, we've started the coursework (sort of) for History and I'm dropping IT. What fun the next 5 weeks should be. And there was no sarcasm there. Honestly. 100% truth. Looking forward to it...

So we've arrived at the final paragraph, which it won't be as I'll write a new one about the next post I should do in the next few weeks, about the last day. Going to be very, very sad. Will have to say goodbye to everyone before University including Adam Hill, Christopher Burt, Andrew Ross and Bethan Hughes. Sad, sad day.

I've realised while writing the last paragraph that I have not yet filled you avid readers (5 of you by the looks of it) with my plans and hopes for University. Watch this space.

Bet you were waiting for me to do the Borat style "NOT" after my "Looking forward to it..." sentence. Oh how wrong you all were.

NOT.

Ha, got you there.

The past 3 months, and the issues that occured. Well, not really issues, just moments of interest that no one will really find interesting.

After an absence of many a month, Rhys' blog has returned for all you adoring fans out there. This blog should detail as much as what's happened in the past few months in order for me to release some possible anger, spontenuity and happiness. Please read on if you're interested. If not, fuck off.

As my last post was all the way back in March, let's go from there. So what happened? In all honesty, nothing of note. I'm 99% sure there was a number of adolescent arguements in and out of school. The reason I don't know whether there were any arguements or not is because, simply, I can't remember. There was only 15 or so days left in March after my last post anyhow, so let's just skip over that.

April has popped up onto the scene. April was a fairly eventful month to say the least. Started off by going skiing for a week at the beginning. All was going so well. Great skiing lessons, halfway through the week Chelsea tormented Liverpool to a 3-1 win at Anfield, setting up for an extraordinary encounter at the Bridge a week later. Full summary of this will be seen soon in this post. Downside of the skiing trip was the snow, as it didn't actually snow once all week, and it was bloody hot too, which meant the snow was melting nearer the bottom of the mountain. Not good skiing conditions. And I'm blaming that for what happens next, as I simply refuse to blame myself. Actually that's a lie, it was my fault. Anyway. So on the final morning of the week, I wasn't feeling comfortable skiing at all, I didn't feel I was in control of my skis, which is always a recipe for disaster. Lo and behold, I fell. I was made to be ski'd down the mountain on a sort of sledge, dragged along by another skier. It seems like a laugh, but it wasn't. The bumpiest and most uncomfortable ride I've ever had to experience. So, we arrived at the resort hospital, and after 2 hours there, it emerged that I had either fractured my shin or damaged my cruciate ligaments in my knee. Turns out I did both after closer examination back home. Lovely. I'm still on crutches now as it happens. Shouldn't be too long though, maybe another week or 2, if I do those exercises. Let's just hope for the best.

Any non-football, fans, feel free to skip this next exceptionally long paragraph on the Chelsea match.

As a forementioned, this will be a paragraph concentrating on the madness that insued during the second leg of Chelsea vs. Liverpool, quarter final of the Champions League. So, Chelsea were going into this with a very impressive and comfortable 3-1 lead, so all Chelsea needed to do was hold their nerve and they would be into the semi-finals. Sounds simple? Oh, how Chelsea made it difficult. First incident, Liverpool's Fabio Aurelio swings in a brilliant free kick that takes everyone by surprise into Cech's bottom left-hand corner. Okay, no panic, we're still in the lead. 3-2 on aggregate. Second incident, disaster. Ivanovic fouled Alonso in the box, penalty to Liverpool. Alonso scored. 3-3. Panic Chelsea. We were still going through on away goals, but one goal will change it all. Half-time pops up and Chelsea go into the dressing room dumb-founded, looking for answers on what went wrong. Guus Hiddink, Chelsea's temporary First Team Coach, had a mountain to climb. And boy did he. Chelsea started the second half like a totally different side, leading to Drogba's goal, or Reina's own goal. Either way, Chelsea scored. 4-3, we were back in the driving seat. Chelsea were fired up after this, creating chance after chance, until Drogba won Chelsea a free kick, about 30 yards out. Around the ball are Lampard, Drogba, Ballack and, more importantly, Alex. No one knew who was going to take this, until Alex started his run up. Alex has hit a few brilliant free kicks for us, but this one trumps them all. He blasts it with incredible power and spin, spinning around the wall, into the roof of the net. Reina had no chance. Easily one of the best free kicks I've ever seen. 5-3. Chelsea were comfortable, just had to hold out until the end. Moment of genius pops up, in the shape of Frank Lampard, scoring Chelsea's third of the night, and the sixth of the tie. 6-3. Surely we were home and dry now. Err, not quite. Lucas scored. Or was it an Essien own goal. Either way, they scored, with around 10 minutes to go. 6-4. Up pops Kuyt, with a brilliant header to convert a superb Liverpool move. 6-5. Hold onto your hats boys, it's going to be a bumpy last 5 minutes. Then, bang. Lampard scores again, with an excellent strike into the net, hitting both posts on the way in. 7-5. And that was that. Chelsea were into the semi-finals of the Champions League. One of the greatest games of football I've ever experienced. The semi-finals however, were a different story, which can be summarised in two words. Absolute twat. I won't talk about that one.

So that's April. With it's ups and downs, lefts and rights and spinning in circles.

May. "Hey, what's that? Is it a bird? Is it a Plane?" "It's the fucking sun." "Thanks Captain Obvious!" "Eat dick." Yes, the sun had appeared at long last! But so had my exams. I didn't have any time at all to enjoy the sun because of my exams. Except on the day before my History exam when I revised outside. Didn't learn much outside, but I revised outside. I'll talk about my exams a bit later. But first, a more important matter to discuss. Rhys Bowen Jones managed to scrounge himself a ticket to see Green Day! Unbelievably as I got it about 4 days after they were released, with nearly every ticket sold out. But I got one. Green Day's New Album was released too, 21st Century Breakdown, and it's brilliant, I love every song on there. Good stuff! Oh and Chelsea won the FA Cup. Just thought I'd throw that in there.

So, my exams. They started off rather brightly with IT, which was a lot easier than the not-so-disastrous exam in January. So I was feeling good. 4 days later, I had my French exam, the exam I was worried about most. And I had every right to be worried. How do they expect us to translate "Revitalising Cream" into Welsh, seriously? Bloody hell. I don't think it was totally disastrous, but I don't think I did as well as I should've done. So then I had a 2 week break before History and Drama. History by the end took over. Every waking minute was either spent upstairs in my room revising, or on MSN, revising. And when it came to pass, it wasn't all that bad. One bitch of a question on the National Government, but on the whole, it wasn't totally impossible. And finally, Drama. I'm probably going to shoot myself in the foot on this one, but it was terribly easy. I don't think I talked enough about the dramatists, but ho hum. And they're over. It went rather quickly, and rather painless. Bring on the results.

So I think that's it. It was an eventful couple of months, to say the least. Keep having a check to see whether I've written a new blog. I highly doubt I'll write one until after my results to vent my anger or vomit sunshine onto this blog after a successful day. We'll have to wait and see.

Now, what do I have to look forward to? Well, June shouldn't be too eventful, but the exception of Adam's birthday, and, less importantly, my Mum's birthday. Then there's Los Angeles in July/August, which should be amazing. Then my results. And finally, before the new school year starts again in September, the small matter of my birthday (17!), and the hope of driving lessons.

As it turns out, there was no anger, spontenuity or happiness, really. Bummer.

Exciting times in the RBJ camp.