The internet continues to suck my spongy liver anus. Or something coherent.

Okay, I want a periodic table. What I want is very, very simple. I would like the symbol of the element obviously, the name preferable, the atomic number WITHOUT QUESTION, and the Relative Atomic Weight as an INTEGER. I'm not doing a degree, I want to know how many NUETORNS there are. I'm aware neutrons are a bit heavy, quit fucking with me. 0 decimal places is quite sufficient precision! You would think, with the expanse of the internet, I would find this easily. But no. I get all this coloured funk, some of it doesn't even have the atomic number, or atomic weight to 84 sigfigs. Occasionally, there's no symbol. I mean, no name, fair, names are huge and if you can're remember what K is, maybe you need one of the ones with alkaline earth metals in cerise pink. And stop NUMBERING the periods. I can count to 0. I mean 8. I want to print it out and put it in between my map of Arcanum and my map of Lanhmar, or possibly next to my map of Ankh-Morpork. As far as I'm concerned, the periodic table is the beautiful, unchanging map of real life. Apparently I need to get in touch with that real life shizzle. I thought reading real life would help.... it's offensive to vegetarians, so I killed the author and burned his face. Then ate him.

On another note, today I touched liver. Not sure what liver it was, but it's pretty good at decaying H202 (hydrogen peroxide). It was squidgey and nice... I poked it repeatedly. It smelled utterly disgusting. Most people where surprised that I was okay with touching liver, when other people are not. Other people who eat meat. I mean.... duh! It's uncooked, it feels nice, it's pretty, and I don't have to worry about how it tastes. It's not economically inviable because this was a science class, not a dining room. Why would I care?

You non-liver touching people? You're a little pussy. I also noted it was almost all girls. Stupid girls. What stupid girls are doing in my science classes I don't know. Sorry Lau, you know I love you. Pussy.

By the way, my science teacher is a credit to the human race. As is my maths teacher, whole nother reason.

Straying even further from topic, I dreamed of my ex-girlfriend last night. She was kissing a guy and I felt angry and hurt. On top of wanting to angrily hut the said guy. I then attempted to make her jealous by cuddling up to a friend of mine, to whom I am most certinately not attracted... what with him being male and all... You'd think I'd've got over her now, ne? I should stop looking away from pain. If you ignore it, it might just stick around until it gets the attention it deserves.