OCD People with Messy Rooms

I think it's funny that two of the most obsessive-compulsively organized people I know - AF and myself - have the messiest rooms out of our group of friends.

We'll freak out if you put a book on our bookshelves in the wrong place (alphabetical by author's last name, for me). If things (books, games, etc.) are stacked, the corners must be lined up or something tragic will happen. Lines must be straight, everything has to be perfectly centered, stuff that's colored in must be colored in completely, and so on. Things all over the place are lined up in height order or color order or some sort of order that is inherently right, and if you mess with it, bad things will happen to you.

But if you take a look at my bedroom (or hers), you would never know it. Except from the bookshelf, that is. Because there is junk all over the floor, school crap and those little tubes of toothpaste from the dentist and a slinky that was in my Christmas stocking three years ago and ballpoint pens (tons of them) and letters from colleges and two gift bags, just to name a few, and it looks like a paper mill threw up in here. Seriously, there is paper everywhere. Poems and story scraps and to do lists and random doodles. Notebook paper and inserts from the church bulletin and handouts from school and sticky notes and notepads. I mean there is paper everywhere.

I find it slightly ironic, the mix of OCD and organized chaos.

However, I've spent most of this afternoon cleaning. The carpet? Yeah, I found out that it actually does still exist! My room almost looks organized...provided you ignore the closet and the small radius around the desk. But it's definitely an improvement.

Course, I also spent some of that time singing/dancing to my iPod. I have the song "Summer Nights" from the musical Grease stuck in my head....and I've sung it at least...um...lots of times today. If you don't know the song, you should listen to it. It's quite good, although I wasn't a huge fan of Grease on the whole because I didn't like the ending.

Also: You know you're a nerd when you have a ten-minute conversation with your dad and two of your classmates about the appropriate adverb form of the word "manly." I'm reasonably certain that it is not "manfully," but HC and FH might tell you otherwise.

Back to cleaning now. Love,
Bex