  fishing in a pond mr tay is a fucking butthole. i've got 25 pages of useless resources in a typeface too humanly small to make much of. honours chemistry my ass. i'll do these pages of crap an honour by tearing them up into pieces.
of course, much of the stuff about electron affinity (why f.e.a. has exceptions for fluorine, etc) and ionisation energy (with enough exceptions to the rule to fill a 1-litre bottle... and having more to spare for your "vanilla coca-cola"). & so on. electronegativity scale is just page 4. and just because the microscopic dynamics of atoms depend on physical laws, i also have to know a million irrelevant physics formulas? what's this world coming to? tomorrow i expect someone to add physics formulas to my english textbook since " all the dynamics that lead to your purchase, your reading, your mental processing of information, and ultimately your destruction of this book in total frustration, are solely based on physical laws, so pay up ".
sorry, i'm like that when you have o'rourke on and then bach's air from suite in D and then radiohead. because it's about the best formula to turning so stupidly caustic. causticism is stupid. only stupid people become caustic. wise people just laugh away at them. the wisest people, on the other hand, shall probably turn to other sources of inspiration to make quotes that stupid people will copy for the next twenty-odd generations. are you hungry? are you sad? join my club for the bored, lonely and dead. leave me alone while i download ten 10-minute classical pieces to put liszt (a regular on my playlists) to shame. bye. 
