It's getting worse. Fears of nothing and anxiety of unnecessary purposes are really getting to me. Either my room is messy and will be left at the messiest, and I'll have to fuss over this in my mind and move over to my brother's room for good when he's not present, or everything has to be in the right spot in the right container, on the right level of the shelf, or in the right space in the drawer. I'm convinced it's more than OCD. Towers of pencil cases and storage boxes are piling up and I don't know what to do with them, so I have to find reasons to have them filled. Today I bought a small greenroom recycled notebook to help me out through this self problem. From now on, I am going to write my little useless and long train of thoughts in whatever form I want whenever I feel the absolute need to, which probably will be often. Whatever I think of and whatever I get reminded of will remain in that travel-size pocketbook. If you land yourself in it, you must be running through my mind for some apparent reason. For now, I have written down: 1. darn film from target didn't develop and employees gave me coupons to the store instead. Disappointment.Target, this is the third time you messed up my film rolls, and I won't forget it. Hopefully Costco works out now that Vu brought it up. 2. rainbow ring from the flea market 3. mom bought me hair dry towels. 4. I currently have 4 shades of different browns on my nails for no apparent reason. 5. There might be a spider in the corner of my room that I cannot find yet.. Not that I want to find it, but I thought I saw a thin line of part of a web earlier. 6. I can only listen to the Jurassic Park theme song and the song I posted beneath this post at this moment.