well, miss robbins and i saw Scooby Doo tonight. it was a fun movie. if you were a fan of the TV show (and God knows i am) than you will like this movie. it's full of camp and the this-movie-isn't-serious-and-we-all-know-it attitude that i like of modern day makes of old school movies and shows. i liked that it had sugar ray in it and they were evil. and the villian was unexpected and the most evil thing that ever happened to show, so that was nice to see. daphne and velma both looked hot. so did shaggy's love interest. freddie prinz jr was good as fred. but the show was stolen by the interaction between shaggy and scoob. as always. matthew lillard did an excellent job of interacting with scooby since the scoobster was CG. i'm going to give the movie a resounding approval and suggest that you watch it. unless, of course, you didn't like the cartoon or never watched the cartoon, cuz then you will think the movie sucks the big one. but i liked it. and lindsey liked it. and those are two opinions i'll listen to.

i need a haircut. i need to pack. i need to go to the bank. i need to sleep.

subway is opening up on friday on highland street. they are offering coupons for buy one footlong get another free. it's on plain paper and doesn't expire til july 21st. i'm going to make a gazillion copies at work tomorrow and eat subway for the next month. it sucks i'm going home thursday, but i guess i'll have to hit up the subway back home instead of seeing the grand opening of the latest worcester location. oh well.

like jon said, "its such a small world after all." driving home from work, we stop at the gas station and the car in front of us has a WPI sticker. i didn't recognize the driver, but it's still a connection. then later on, in marlborough, we see this guy walking down the street with a TKE shirt. random. but cool. 6 degrees my ass. maybe to connect me to africa or uzbekistan. WPI is probably 3 degrees of separation at the most. and i'll prove it. i'm a mathematics major.

i always want to get up early to do stuff, but i always end up staying up late. which means that i sleep later than i want to, so then i have to stay up late to do my shit. on the off day i go to bed early, i don't get my stuff down that day. so the next day, i have to get early to do yesterday's stuff and then i have to stay late to do that day's stuff. it's a very disheartening process. if i actually cared about changing the way it is, i would change it. it's just funny to reflect on why you do certain things and how you justify them to yourself so you don't have to change your habits. it's funny-make-you-think-funny, not funny-haha-funny.

some people know about my ocd, but i might as well let the whole world know it as well. you know how whenever you get a fountain soda from a fast food joint or a movie theatre or somewhere like that, they give you the cover with the little tabs to ident so you know what you got? well, i have to push them all done before i'll take a drink. and if one pops up, i have to stop til i push it down again. if it won't stay down, i won't drink it at all. the little buttons have to be drepressed or that liquid is not touching my mouth. i just can't help it. the buttons have to be pushed. they can't just sit there mocking me with their unfulfilled purpose. i can't let them think they got away with not doing what they were designed to do. they will be pushed in or there will be eternal consequences.

from page 16 of the bartender's black book:
ASSISTED SUICIDE
fill glass with ice.
2 oz grain alcohol
1 oz jaegermeister
fill with cola
stir

who in the name of all that is holy would drink that? i love that book.