Meet the OCD freak in me, I call her Helga

I’m off school today. Last night I decided that I wasn’t going to sit at home all day and so I took my mom to work this morning and then used her car - which I love, by the way - to go into town. There is something incredibly beautiful and peaceful about being on the road before sunrise with a free day ahead of you.

I had to get new foundation and mascara and I wanted to check how much money is left on my bank account since I’m considering buying a new bed. Of course if I get a new bed, I’m going to need a new mattress and a new bed base as my new bed is going to be bigger than the one I have now. God, it sucks that everything always has to be so expensive.

My Gossip Girl books arrived today which gave me a headache at first when I saw that Amazon hasn’t debited the money from my account yet. And also, THE BOOKS LOOK REALLY WEIRD AND UGLY. I don’t remember them looking so cheap and crappy. I used to own the first two books of the series when I was about thirteen but then I sold them at a garage sale. Those were German versions, though, and I guess they always look different.

I’m a little disappointed now because I have this strange thing where I need for my books to look great on a bookshelf. I even tend to base the decision to buy a certain book on whether I like the cover design or not.

However, here’s the other thing: I flipped through the pages of the first book because I wanted to check if it looked as crappy on the inside and as soon as I scanned through the first lines of text I COULDN’T STOP. I could not stop reading. That’s how good these books are. Which means that it was a good purchase after all and my headache’s gone, right?

Except, that it’s not. What kind of person am I? Getting upset because a book has the wrong dimensions, because I don’t like the color scheme used for the cover design or because the paper just doesn’t feel right? I’m like some sort of geeky OCD book freak.

Lovely.

Next week: Why There Can’t Be Books That Don’t Match This Room’s Color Scheme On The Bookshelf But Dirty Socks On The Floor Don’t Bother Me.

I gotta go pick up my mom now which means an hour and a half through terrible traffic in downtown Bielefeld at dawn. Should be fun.

Don’t tell anyone about the dirty socks. I hate it when people know about the dirty socks on my floor. They seriously do not match the carpet.