Today I:

-Learnt that only one member of the cabinet in 1992 sent his two children to state schools consistently, and that his name was Newton.

-Argued with Alice over whether the shape and size of the (naked) fairies in her (naked) fairy book isn't misrepresenting the female fairy populace and leading to poor self-esteem amongst other naked but slightly curvier fairies? She said: "Oh, you argue about everything! Politics, religion, and now faries,..." I bet you can guess my response.

-Blogged

Yay!

So I think it's finally hit me, that he's not coming back,yesterday. Bad timing; it meant I missed debate club. That makes it sound like nothing, doesn't it?

God, it's really quite lonely. That might be the worst thing about it all. Normally, when I feel this depressed, I'd ring my father. And now I'm having to cope with the hardest thing yet and I know he's not about to phone.

I'll cope, I suppose, somehow. Right now it looks like re-runs of Ugly Betty might be what'll pull me through. Go escapism.

What an interesting and eventful week I have had! Really, I wish my life would be as blogable as this more often. I need fewer brackets this way, you see.

So, my week:

Went back to school on Monday, which was good. Tuesday was TripSci with Kanj (which is a lot better than with Jabine. She's a nice person, but she did really only teach the 10C geniuses) and seeing The Kite Runner with Sanna and Joshua and Dominic (who is of course going back to uni today- good luck to him)and Abby, who is as nice as everyone says, somehow at the same time as being a manager (and not one particularly supportive of trade unions!). The film was utterly brilliant- Dominic's covered that on his blog, I think- and it was, of course, lovely to see everyone. Wednesday was Wednesday, and I love Wednesdays. And Thursday was a progress review day! So no school, just in case you don't know about QPCS's odd perks, which gave me a chance to finish Sam and Max: Abe Lincoln Must Die (which is free, by the way, so if you're an adventure gamer who mourns Lucas Arts' dreadful state, go and see how great TellTale Games is) by which I of course mean, my George Best essay.

So, yeah, good week.

Yet another odd thing is that now he's dead, I can start to get over that. I was mourning before he was dead, you see. Not as much as I am now, but I was. But I couldn't start to... heal, or whatever. Now I can. I'm not waiting for some horrible change anymore. It's already happened, and there is nothing left to dread, nothing to be scared of.

It's remarkably strange.

Stability, I suppose. I can't help but feel that it's sort of happening to everyone I know. That problems that were, are, and will be for a while, massive problems, have reached the climax, and can start to wind down, at least. That's it: I feel like things are getting better, not worse. I'm not used to it, really.

This is a good topic for the first post of 2008, I think. A year in which (or so it seems) some sort of normality can settle. A year of strange stability and surreal moderation. A year in which things will get better.

Quite the reverse of 2007, perhaps the worst, and certainly the most extreme, year of my life so far.

Also: you may have noticed that I have changed the design. This really isn't worth mentioning, is it?