Free periods are good

I'm in the Stupid Faguts' Location (SFL) now, and it's all thanks to Mankind's (and RJC's) technological advances that allow me to blog here at this point in time. Unfortunately, this not being my own computer, I do not have the resources to bring you some graphical updates about my exciting no-lifing life. So you'll have to make do with 1) graphic visualisation or 2) pressing Alt-F4 as a sign of protest.

As you all would have known, I did not blog last night. But that was because there was the exciting finale of the Premiership. I know the champions and the relegated teams have been decided, but that didn't stop me from abandoning my work for the TV. Err actually, that's going by the assumption that I even do work in the first place. Where maybe my work = posting here. Arsenal won 4-2, so I could sleep well that night.

Then err, we came to this morning. Where I just had a super exciting Chemistry tutorial in the first block. Our kind teacher offered us the use of chemical models to further deepen our understanding of those bloody meso compounds and optical isomers. So guess what, obviously I accepted the offer. Since my spatial sense was so bad, I found out that models could not help me at all.

So I decided to play architect and form one great compound/building.

This is how it looked like:

H----C----H----C----H

C----H----C----H----C

H----C----H----C----H

C----H----C----H----C

H----C----H----C----H

C----H----C----H----C

H----C----H----C----H

Ya I'm building genius.

Okay damn now the cleaner auntie is sweeping the floor near me and I bet she's trying to get to read my post. Not a chance. I've like a few windows in the background about soccer and I could Alt-Tab anytime. Just because my chemical structure/architectural brilliance looks like the tiles on the canteen floor, she thinks I'm trying to do a post about her. ZOMG right..

Anyway ignoring the distraction, let's get back to my morning. We wasted, no I mean we had a good time learning about Chemistry before I came to the library. And I'm currently reading some article about how the Hammers pwned Spurs 2-1 last night. Okay that's not exactly pwned, but just read what they have to say.

From soccernet.com:
"Tottenham manager Martin Jol does not believe the bout of food poisoning which struck down his squad overnight and helped ruin their Champions League dream was the result of foul play."

Umm a bit obvious right? Foul play only happens DURING the game, not before. And if it's only a Champions League DREAM then he shouldn't expect it to materalise. After all, if they were really desperate for glory, they should go out there and train some more instead of dreaming all the time. Take me for example, I keep dreaming about being err.. a national cricket team player but am I one? Of course not.

People who say "dare to dream" obviously sleep too much.

Speaking of which, my watching of soccer last night has led to a loss of sleep. I want to get some before my Maths lecture starts, and hopefully I won't get any more silly dreams this time. At least if I dreamt of being a cross country champion I might be slightly more inspired to train (note keyword here), but hell I keep getting irrelevant dreams like CH₃ structures and whatnot. Oh well, I think I'd better go now. I treasure my free periods.

And Sunderland has just finished this season with a record low number of points. Since they suck so much I figured I should leave them last in my post. That was kind of random - but now I'll really end off with one word, the same word that the Premiership ended off with.

Sunderland.