I don't know what you're thinking, but when I say that this boy (not man, boy) is rounded, I mean his physique. He has that look to him, like a bashful bulldog--tough but soft. Ok, before this turns into a that's-what-she-said joke, his personality isn't all that bad. You'd think he was a major d-bag at first glance, but it turns out that he's actually quite nice.
During our brief convo today, he was very inquisitive about my academic plans and why I chose ASU:
RPB: "So wait, you can get your bachelor's and master's degrees in four years?"
ME: "Yep, it's possible, you just have to overload on a lot of classes."
RPB: "Woah. That's really cool. So, you came in to school with how many credits?"
ME: "Oh, I dunno, 20-something."
RPB: "Wow, that's like a whole semester. So why ASU?"
ME: "The fact that I can get my bachelor's and master's degrees in four years."
RPB: "Cool."
The problem with the RPB is just that he's always two steps behind us. As one of my partners, I practically have to dictate every single thing I write on my lab, and then I look up, and he still has nothing written down on his lab.
And then he just looks at me all bashful and such.
What am I supposed to do, beat the kid? Being two steps behind in everything may be a little frustrating, especially for me, but since RPB is such a PB, I think I can find it in my heart to forgive him.
Luckily, as soon as I'm done, I just get the heck out of there, leaving RPB to fend for himself. Well, him and the other lab partner I'll blog about next. Due to the fact that I'm so unmotivated, I'm surprised that our lab ever gets finished. If it weren't for Casino Man, we'd never get anything done.
Someday I'm sure RPB will be really successful. Perhaps as a catalog model. As long as he stays away from anything biological or conversational, I think he'll be good.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
The Casino Man
Of all of the people I've blogged about so far, this one is by far my favorite. He is the most helpful of all my lab partners, and because of him I can actually get out of lab on time. Maybe even early. I have yet to blog about my other partners, but let's just say the two weeks I went without Casino Man, I nearly killed them and myself from the lack of productivity in our group.
Casino Man just became his name today. Before, I really didn't have much of a name for him because he was mostly just helpful, but I found out some interesting information about him.
Casino Man is Casino Man because he was telling a VERY riveting story about how he and his friend went to the casino here before the lab, and how his friend lost all of his money on his first day here. However, that's not the point. We were talking about things to do over spring break, and one of the partners mentioned going to Mexico, and getting carded and such.
So naturally, we asked Casino Man exactly how he managed to get into the casino because he is clearly underage. He looks like he could be 19, at the most.
Casino Man just turned 21. 21!!!
This may not seem unbelievable to you, because you don't know him, but all of our jaws dropped at the table.
"You're 21?1" I said in disbelief, "You don't look like it at all."
I really meant that he's the most juvenile 21 year old I have ever seen.
And he claims not to have been carded at the casino.
Well done, Casino Man, well done.
Casino Man just became his name today. Before, I really didn't have much of a name for him because he was mostly just helpful, but I found out some interesting information about him.
Casino Man is Casino Man because he was telling a VERY riveting story about how he and his friend went to the casino here before the lab, and how his friend lost all of his money on his first day here. However, that's not the point. We were talking about things to do over spring break, and one of the partners mentioned going to Mexico, and getting carded and such.
So naturally, we asked Casino Man exactly how he managed to get into the casino because he is clearly underage. He looks like he could be 19, at the most.
Casino Man just turned 21. 21!!!
This may not seem unbelievable to you, because you don't know him, but all of our jaws dropped at the table.
"You're 21?1" I said in disbelief, "You don't look like it at all."
I really meant that he's the most juvenile 21 year old I have ever seen.
And he claims not to have been carded at the casino.
Well done, Casino Man, well done.
The Skull Man
Now, to be clear, I really have never noticed this guy before. He sits relatively quietly and unremarkably at the table next to me. He always seemed normal, I guess.
Until today.
Today, he wore a shirt that will define him forever, at least in my eyes. He wore a t-shirt with a pattern of skulls on it. Skulls, yes, skulls. Not like a skull and crossbones skull, but a skull that has no jaw. It was a pattern of skulls, warped skulls of which there had to be at least 50. Maybe more. All over the bottom of the shirt.
This gentleman isn't exactly a small gentleman, and the shirt was extremely tight on him. It wasn't what I would call flattering, but skulls aren't really doing much for anyone. Perhaps making them look more alive, at best. At worst, like a Creepy McCreeperson.
There are so many strange things in my Bio lab, but today, this caught my attention.
Nice to make your acquaintance, Skull Man.
Until today.
Today, he wore a shirt that will define him forever, at least in my eyes. He wore a t-shirt with a pattern of skulls on it. Skulls, yes, skulls. Not like a skull and crossbones skull, but a skull that has no jaw. It was a pattern of skulls, warped skulls of which there had to be at least 50. Maybe more. All over the bottom of the shirt.
This gentleman isn't exactly a small gentleman, and the shirt was extremely tight on him. It wasn't what I would call flattering, but skulls aren't really doing much for anyone. Perhaps making them look more alive, at best. At worst, like a Creepy McCreeperson.
There are so many strange things in my Bio lab, but today, this caught my attention.
Nice to make your acquaintance, Skull Man.
Okay, maybe not as creepy as this, but still.
courtesy of foundshit.com
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