The Latin for 5 sub-units is quinque, so by adding one subunit a quinque molecule becomes sexi...
So I totally didn't collapse and faint and die at the blood testing lab the way I thought I would. The dextrose drink was pretty bad (think orange pop with a major caffeine kick), but not as sickeningly I AM PURE GLUCOSE HAHAHAHAHAH as I had expected. My poor fingertips were all bruised and punctured, but I actually felt quite good after it was all over and Cherith and I made a pilgrimage to the Bulk Cheese Warehouse to buy six kinds of cheese. Each. My haul included Wensleydale, Double Gloucester, 4 year old smoked White Cheddar, Mexi-Pepper Smoked Gouda, Cheddar with Claret (aka boozy cheese!) and Canadian Emmentaal. Not that any of you are interested in the slightest. Oh cheese, you are the one main thing that keeps me from ever considering going vegan. I bow to your superior greatness.
I haven't done any schoolwork thus far this weekend, but I really needed a day off. We did get groceries and clean the kitchen and Mel found herself a pair of Beatles boots for Hallowe'en and I picked up my requested books from the library. I've almost devoured the first one already. Remember how much some of you made fun of my last year for reading an adult fantasy novel about dragons? Well, this time I got a trilogy. It's all mistful's fault. But they are so fabulous! They're set during the Napoleonic war and basically follow the same plotline- but with an Aerial Corps of aviators and dragons in addition to the Navy! And the protagonist is a strict but loveable former Naval captain who was forced to throw away his entire future to be with a dragon he didn't want! OMG THEIR LOVE IS SO TRUE. Clearly, with human/dragon pairings, I have sunk to a new low. Or risen to a new height, depending on your point of view. Hahaha.
Because I would explode without it,
My English and Spanish boys cannot play well in the same weekend. Oh, they may both suck mightily, but never can both perform well. Usually, United beats my Yellow Submarine in that regard, but not this weekend. Le sigh. I shan't go on and on about it; suffice to say it was a really terrible performance and we're lucky to have gotten a point off it. Wayne? I love you, but shut up. Ronnie? More moments of brilliance, less parlour tricks and theatrics. Gaz? David still loves you. Gabi? OMGZORZ I HEART YOU SO NEVER GO AWAY AGAIN. Keiran? Why do you exist?
But one boy had a fabulous game. Of course, there are no pictures from the match because Getty smells like poo, but here are some old ones in celebration of his first goal and Villarreal's first win in far too long.
Pires? Get your smelly Gooner hands off my boy. Once a Gooner, always a Gooner. *shakes mighty fist*
His shapely hair will beat you down any day. *pinches cheeks*
I love the whiney Raul in the foreground while he leaps into Riquelme's arms.
He always goes for the hair. And no one can seem to wait to bury their fingers into his enormous golden mop. Mmm.
Now must do laundry, make pizza, read things for class and finish His Majesty's Dragon. And attempt not to rewatch Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure. Most triumphant. Later, dudes.
I haven't done any schoolwork thus far this weekend, but I really needed a day off. We did get groceries and clean the kitchen and Mel found herself a pair of Beatles boots for Hallowe'en and I picked up my requested books from the library. I've almost devoured the first one already. Remember how much some of you made fun of my last year for reading an adult fantasy novel about dragons? Well, this time I got a trilogy. It's all mistful's fault. But they are so fabulous! They're set during the Napoleonic war and basically follow the same plotline- but with an Aerial Corps of aviators and dragons in addition to the Navy! And the protagonist is a strict but loveable former Naval captain who was forced to throw away his entire future to be with a dragon he didn't want! OMG THEIR LOVE IS SO TRUE. Clearly, with human/dragon pairings, I have sunk to a new low. Or risen to a new height, depending on your point of view. Hahaha.
Because I would explode without it,
My English and Spanish boys cannot play well in the same weekend. Oh, they may both suck mightily, but never can both perform well. Usually, United beats my Yellow Submarine in that regard, but not this weekend. Le sigh. I shan't go on and on about it; suffice to say it was a really terrible performance and we're lucky to have gotten a point off it. Wayne? I love you, but shut up. Ronnie? More moments of brilliance, less parlour tricks and theatrics. Gaz? David still loves you. Gabi? OMGZORZ I HEART YOU SO NEVER GO AWAY AGAIN. Keiran? Why do you exist?
But one boy had a fabulous game. Of course, there are no pictures from the match because Getty smells like poo, but here are some old ones in celebration of his first goal and Villarreal's first win in far too long.
Pires? Get your smelly Gooner hands off my boy. Once a Gooner, always a Gooner. *shakes mighty fist*
His shapely hair will beat you down any day. *pinches cheeks*
I love the whiney Raul in the foreground while he leaps into Riquelme's arms.
He always goes for the hair. And no one can seem to wait to bury their fingers into his enormous golden mop. Mmm.
Now must do laundry, make pizza, read things for class and finish His Majesty's Dragon. And attempt not to rewatch Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure. Most triumphant. Later, dudes.