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.
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