The funeral was yesterday, the first one that I can properly remember. A hell of a lot of people turned up - I think there was about 100 - and the wake went on for a long time (literally twelve hours). We were among the first to arrive though, and I saw him lying in his coffin. I know it sounds cliched, but he really did look as if he would open his eyes any minute. He was so cold, too - it was odd to see someone who looked so alive, yet felt so cold. I didn't know him that well, so I wasn't very upset, but while the priest was talking about him, his sister looked so small and sad.

After the funeral, though, it seemed that everyone forgot why they were all there, as it became more like a party, and for once the kitchen wasn't the quiet bit - food was stacked up everywhere, sandwiches covered tables, cakes covered the microwave, and so on. It really seemed to bring people together, though. My dad had sort of drifted off from the rest of them - some were annoyed that he married a Catholic, while others where irritated that we couldn't go to their wedding. But at the funeral, they were all hugging and crying as if they'd never been apart. I barely knew anyone, however, but that seemed a pretty common problem. I was also the youngest, which never helps matters.

Aside from that though, not much has really happened. A nice quiet half term, it looks like

Bought AW2 today, shows how much self control I have. I was a little worried today, I had a feeling something bad was going to happen. So far though, things have been fine. Except unskippable tutorials. System Shock 2 is finally downloaded, but buggered up, resulting in a few more downloads and problems.

I apologised to David the other day. One minute, not talking, next, apologising. Odd. I was thinking about the first few years of school, and some of the things I'd said and done came back to me, and I felt really guilty and sorry for him. I can't really blame him for he did now - I was far worse. Quiet otherwise, I hope Mrs Hansford doesn't remember about the Young Writers thing. I have enough to be worrying about. I was *so* close to falling asleep in Maths yesterday. Being up at 5:30 for an hour and a half of swimming, then three periods of Maths isn't easy. Half term at least, followed by a trip to W5 in Chemistry. Woo.

In other news, my grandfather is dying, the poor bugger. His hand stopped twitching, which is very bad. Shows how alert nurses really are. My dad's there now.

Shite. He's dead. Five minutes ago.