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I'm not OCD. Not even self-diagnosed. I don't care about certain numbers, I don't stress over certain things that don't make sense....usually. However- I have recently questioned myself over a little OCD characteristic. Its not a big deal really- but to me, I makes me tick. If it's not perfect, I fix it. Doesn't matter what I'm doing- I will clean it. I will shut it and I will organize it. Possibly 4-7 times a day...as many times as I see it looking homely. Who knew such a small thing could stir up my insides. I really should let it go..but I CANT.

This stupid and lame obsession is with the "Wash House". Huh? Please allow me to explain. At school we have an area where the shampoo bowls, towels, and shampoo+condition resides. And for some reason- I am the wash house nazi. No one made that title for me, I certainly gave it to myself. When at school, about once a month, we are on a job for the day. Whether it be in charge of washing towels, or cleaning bowls..everyone has a chance to be on a job for a day. When you are in charge of towels- you wash the towels (duh), fold them (PERFECTLY, if your me), deliver the towels above the sinks to their shelf, and manage the wash house (meaning you clean up spills, straighten the shampoo bottles, and make sure the wash house looks spotless). Towels is my favorite job to me on because it means its my territory for the day. I can roll the towels exactly how they are supposed to look, make sure all the cabinets where the towels are placed are always shut, and organize everything to make it look perfect 24/7.

I do stress a little when I am on towels because some people mess it up but for the most part I hold my composure, put on a smile and just do my job how I like it.

The other days of the month are my problem. The days where I am not towels are killer. Seriously it takes everything in me to not look over to the Wash House to see if it looks okay. If it doesn't- I walk my butt over there and start cleaning. Then about 10 minutes later i cant help but make sure it still looks okay- it usually doesn't...and there I go again. Its become a problem to my social life as well. You see- my friends are sick of hearing about it...and not only are they sick of hearing about it, they are sick of watching me make my way over there a couple times a day to clean up and shut the doors on the towel cabinet.

The strange thing is- I can let my room get a little crazy. Im fine with a little chaos in my car every once in a while. I tell myself I can clean it later and it happens usually...later. But there is something about the Wash House that sure makes my blood turn. It has a certain control over me that I don't know how to ignore. help?

So perhaps I am self-diagnosed with a strange case of OCD? or maybe im just possessed by the Wash House? Who knows....all I know is that Wash House looks dang good because of my crazy self.

just putting it out there.

ive been wanting to post about his for a while. to confess a true love of mine. everyone has a celeb crush right? well most people. but i have a different sort of celeb crush...

dont take this the wrong way-but im in love with Kingston Rossdale. He's 4 years old. nooooot a big deal right? he is justTOOadoarble. he has a wardrobe that blows every other kids out of the water, his hair is perfect in my standards, and his face is so cute i wanna squish his cheeks and give him a huge kiss! basically i want him for my own. like i will pay gwen and gavin to let me adopt him. call it weird- but he is just THEE cutest thing in the entire universe.

any other kid wearing this would look ridiculous- good thing his cute face cancels out all other questions.

runner up :

levi mcconaughey. it should be illegal to be this cute.

hmm...

Do you ever just think. Like really think. and sometimes the thoughts you have, turn into really interesting questions- but either they are too ridiculous to ask, or you are simply by yourself and it surely slips your mind. If not- your brain is probably just turned off OR your mind isnt running a million miles an hour like mine.Either way- I have a lot going on in this little head of mine. You can ONLY imagine. For those of you who know me- you know Im a chatterbox. Basically 10% of my thoughts make it out on stage, the other 90%chill in my brain for a while until I forget ormove onto something else.

Anywho I decided to write down some of my random thoughts I had this past week. Randomly just popped into my head and I really was like hmmm...

so here goes-welcome to my cranium.

why does Usher call himself uRsher. with an R. like, Im not sure I get whats going on with the new random letter. Maybe its like how some people say Cheltsie. but there is no T in Chelsea...or maybe its explained in a song and I just never heardit. All in all- I just dont know where it came from. Holla Usher if you wanna explain.

Okay I promise to stop talking about driving after this (well at least for like a month). Anyways, have you ever seen a semi get pulled over? Cus I surehavent and its not fair. because sometimes those big demons like to speed....but they NEVER get pulled over. those nasty sneaky things...like they are huge, how does a cop miss them!?

So does anyone else think its weird that we like die a little bit every night? Yes, people Im talking about sleep. Like it really is SO weird, if you think about it. Crawl into bed- die- wake up and like 7 hours are just gone and the world could have stopped turning but you were dead in your bed so you dont even know.

Where did G-unit go? I get it, they fought and stuff for a while, The Game and 50 cent had "beef". but what about the rest of them...like i know they are all still out there ridin solo- but i think they should join forces again- now THAT was some good ol times. Nothing like bumpin in the car to some G-unit when your white and barely the age to drive.

Ya know what the worst? Okay so maybe when your just little- but when you have this cute little balloon and you let go of the string for 2 seconds and bam its a goner. Peace out balloon it was fun while it lasted. SO... my mom always said- welp someone else will find it and be so happy. AWESOME i thought. But lets be honest- as the years have gone by- IVE NEVER found a balloon coming to land. ever. not even deflated one. So where the heck do all of those balloons go? shoot.

I go to mexico a lot- and the worst part is finding a radio station. SAME MUSIC OVER AND OVER. like they have ONE genre. its sad really. like wheres the mexican country or mexican indie music? none. just the same old typical mexican music. its like if you live there you better like that cus there is no other option. okay wait- with a little exception to some rap. straight up daddy yankee- gasolina. but thats about it.

So Europe has got a rep for making excellent cars...what the heck is taking us so long? why cant we figure it out? we are all humans...like why cant we just take a look and then copy that and call it good? is something wrong with us Americans that we cant figure out how to make a really amazing car? dangit.

I guess thats it. if you happen to know any answers to my life long questions-feel free to share.

ill just got back to wondering now :)