The most flattering things ever said to me:
-"Dude, you're like if the fucking internet was a person" -drunk guy at graduation
-"You remind me a lot of Bill Burr"
-"Mr. P, you are WAY too smart to be a high school teacher"
-"And now for the ads brought to you by the ever-sonorous DJ Stirbar" (DONT JUDGE ME IT WAS A SCIENCE TALK SHOW)
I have been a LOT of things over my first quarter century: aspiring theatre major, bitter post-theatre major liberal arts major, DJ, science talk-show host, high school chemistry teacher (insert Breaking Bad reference here), IT guy, molecular biologist, and now chemistry PhD student.
As to what I'm doing with my life right now, just hanging around College Station finishing my Chemistry PhD (it is as time consuming as it sounds), but I'm still finding time to retain my sanity. I've got a dog who is big, great, and lazy (St Bernard mix). I'm INTJ or INTP depending on how I'm feeling that day fwiw.
I should fill this in with something, just for formatting. Erm... OH story time again. This starts with a story about me kinda being a resourceful asshole.
Right after I graduated high school, I had to go to orientation. They put us in the biggest, nicest dorms at the time, and I was right across the hall from the handicap room, which was HUGE in comparison. So, being the resourceful asshole that I was, when it came time to request rooms, naturally, I requested the handicap room, and I got it. What I didn't know was that these were the athletic dorms.
So down the hallway in this Co-Ed dorm are a bunch of Track people, cheerleaders and people who played other sport-stuffs, and here is 5'10" sleight-of-frame me and my roommate at the end of the hallway. The dorm was SUPER nice, and had its own cafe at the bottom, and bc I had 8AMs that semester, I would show up at like 630ish and get my breakfast in before the big rush came, and there was this really freakishly tall dude who was there in the morning all the time, so I go over and start talking to him over breakfast. He seems pretty cool. We shoot the shit with normal university small talk, what's your major, blah blah blah. Turns out the dude's name is Kevin and he plays basketball.
I didn't really follow basketball that much, but some friends decided to drag me to a game one time. And as I was watching, I saw Kevin out there playing, "Oh! That's Kevin. I know that guy" I just sorta say as like some throw-away words in a conversation, and my friend starts freaking the fuck out. "YOU KNOW KEVIN DURANT? HOW DO YOU KNOW KEVIN DURANT?" Apparently, he was a pretty big deal.
Next time we happen to be down there having breakfast at an ungodly hour, I just slip in a "apparently you're pretty good at basketball." "Heh, yeah." and that was about it. Yes, he still wore that little snap together backpack, and no we don't keep in contact, and no he probably wouldn't recognize me if he saw me.
Or my voice, my voice is a bit deeper when it's allergy season. Drinking makes my deep east Texas accent come out a little bit, but years of theatre have hidden it quite well
Books wise... Well, in the last month or so it's really just been me reading as much as I can from Marvel Unlimited. So good!
I will pretty much eat anything that I'm not allergic to (shellfish and tree nuts).
And really, I just have a list of TV shows that I've been told that I need to watch, but I have started watching Game of Thrones.
Or if you wanna grab coffee/beer and are thinking, hey this guy seems kinda cool.