Can't touch me!

I learnt yet another new thing today. (Learning is fun, kids. Remember that. Stay in school. Don't smoke. Don't do drugs. Brush your teeth.)

I have been blissfully unaware (due to being intellectually uninquisitive) that
we are all made of stars.

No, this isn't a hallmarksque realisation, nor some cheap rip-off of some tweeny-bopper's emo poetry, it's scientific hypothesis. And also good revision for my Chemistry - swirling clouds of gases, hydrogen gas fusion to form helium and tons and tons and tons of energy; further fusion of helium and hydrogen to form heavier elements that sink into the core; and basically stars collasping in themselves; red giants, pulsars and white stars, or if ten times bigger that our sun, supergiants then supernovas then black holes. Elements are dispersed across the universe, from whence we came. (I'm sorry if I disgrace everyone with my poor knowledge; this is purely from my terrible recall, plus we aren't expected to know exact details for our chem course)

It's really lovely. Poetic even.
So there you go (Qm!) science isn't entirely unromantic and boring and calculator pressing and memorising. It's logic and it's reason and yet it's truth and it's beauty and it's me gushing so I can procrastinate (got a History SAC tomorrow).

I think I love science too much to be doing purely arts subjects in uni, but unfortunately it looks as if I'm heading that way. You know what 'they' say, "Jack/Jill of all trades, master of none", so I have to make a choice.
But I think if I could just hold on to both, just a little bit more...

I would like that, I really would.