Ceviche

I think my supervisor has noticed that something fishy is going on. He keeps telling me to smile. I guess that's what I get for smiling too much on a daily basis.

I have a lot of fun in lab and I learn a lot of random things as well. Like rust + aluminum + other chemicals = burn through nearly everything because the temperature reaches 8000 degrees Celsius. I'm definitely going to become a bank robber at this rate. That's how I'll get through graduate school, of course.

J: "So I mean, you know how I talk a lot right?"
M: immediate response "Yep. Definitely"
J: "What?! How can you respond to that so quickly?! Is that what you think too?!"
V: silence "Ahh.. Umm.. Haha.."
J: -_______-

Blah blah. They know it's more fun when I'm there. Quiet guys turn out to be the funniest ones.

Isn't this pretty? Please ignore the fact that I am on the freeway.