I've been outside maybe twice this entire week, spending the majority of my time holed up in the dining room, bedroom, or living room, with my laptop, chemistry books, and tissues for all the tears I'm shedding.
Chemistry is not easy, guys. Who knew?! I certainly didn't. Here I thought, 'How hard can a few chemical compounds and some letters and numbers be?! For god's sake, I've got a university degree.' If you asked me now, my thoughts would more simulate the following: '*&$HYH#^TD)(@@":#&$^%(!!!!!!'
And now, because I have to pass this chemistry course in order to get into the paramedic program this fall, Mr. Handsome has taken it upon himself to study it so that he can help me with all the mathematical equations and chemical blahblahblah because he is the Dr. Spock in our family, whereas I am more the Kate Gosselin. Enough said.
I would like to say that I now have full proof that Mr. Handsome does indeed love me, because who the hell else would study chemistry just so that he can help his wife out?! It was a match made in heaven, guys. Either that, or I owe him big time. Eventually.
* True story here, folks. Michelangelo gorged himself on brains.
* When good is actually bad, but not in a bad way. I think. Maybe. Whatever. On second thought, don't read it. It's not worth your time.
That's it folks for this week. Stay tuned to next week, when you can hear all about how much more studying I did, how much more I sucked at understanding chemical equations and ionic balancing, and other things that are much less exciting!!