Organisation.

I used to think that organisation was overrated. After all, what's the point of making your bed if all you're gonna do is get back in at the end of the day and mess it up again? Wouldn't it be altogether more practical to just leave it be and snuggle down into the pre-made indents? This was the philosophy I lived by. I myself do have some OCD preferences:
-The volume must be on an even number or a multiple of five. But don't worry for my safety, people, my car doesn't show numbers so isn't a distraction while I drive. Worry averted.
- My fingernails must be all the same length and no dirt can be underneath them. That is gross and gives people a mental image of you digging in soil.
- My hands must be washed thoroughly before I eat, after I use the bathroom, and before I wash my face or put on make-up.
- I restart my mascara if two lashes are flicking in different directions.

HOWEVER, despite this long list of weirdo traits, having a tidy room- while it was a treat- was not a necessity for me. Having a neat bed with the teddies all laid out perfectly in height order was a waste of precious hair-doing or breakfast-eating time. Then I became best friends with a total perfectionist. When Miss.Katy stays the night at my house, she makes my bed in the morning whenever she gets the chance. She folds her clothes and puts them in her bag. She wears matching pajamas. I feel a little bit happy inside when she forgets to bring her toothbrush every now and again. She introduced me to a new way of life. It took a while, I'm not gonna lie about that. But now I do prefer to make my bed and have tidy surroundings. It makes me happy to wake up in the morning knowing that I don't have to battle my way to the door for a shower.

Today I organised my bedside table. It consists of 6 drawers that were previously filled with crap. Not literally, of course. That's foul. I wouldn't put it past my brother but I'm better raised than he is. Somehow. It's now pretty and sorted into sections. And I love it. I have a drawer for all my school stuff, a section for old journals, a section for church stuff, a section for my music books- It's all very exciting and new and I don't have to spend hours searching for what I need. I look forward to opening my drawers. Is that lame? Yeah. It is. Is that gonna be taken the wrong way by dirty-minded people reading this? Yeah. It is.

My bed is made. And it's surprisingly more inviting. My carpet is clear and there are no hazards when I'm walking around. My wardrobe is neat and I don't look like a bag of laundry every day. Well. Less so than usual. And I found matches for two single shoes. Give it a go! Only good can come from organisation.

Unless you're organising a murder. Or CDs alphabetically. So tedious.