Diet Dr Pepper

Diet Dr. Pepper, and Diet M. Dew, is amazing! They are the only diet pops that actually taste like the real thing... (I personally think we should by it at work instead of umm some other diet pops...*cough, cough* Diet Grape Faygo. Sorry E$).

Onto the real subject of my Blog tonight.
My O.C.D's.

One smaller one is when I am carrying my books and folders in the halls at school they must be arranged from largest to smallest. But fuck that, because school is over.

My bed. I am supper O.C.D about my bed. The sheets must be tucked in, or I wont lay in it, and it is because of that fact that I can only have the one sheet that covers the mattress on my bed. Then there is my quilt, and it must be tucked super far down in the side next to the wall, and one large fold forward at the top. It must be tucked so I doesn't come off my bed and get all fucked up as I sleep.
So I wouldn't usually confess these things, but two things tonight really almost gave me a panic attack.
First, I realized that I am not going to be able to keep such great order when I paint my room. I will have to remove my dresser (to be painted black, leaving all clothes in boxes), the giant mirror, and my bed frame and box spring out of my room. And I will be sleeping on a mattress for awhile while I paint my room blue, and wait for my new bed.
Second, after bowling and Taco Bell with Brandon, Nick, and Eric, me and Brandon came back to my house and I wanted to lay down. Like he always does, Brandon ripped the quilt up so he could lay down and I got pissed. I made him turn on the light and watch me remake my bed. I had a flash back to the first time he messed up my bed on purpose because he knew it bugged me (I don't think he knew I was going to get so mad that I kinda kicked him out of my house).


Anyways, Modern Marvels is on (coin operated machines) and I want to play The Sims 2 a little bit.
Can't wait for work tomorrow.
I have this... feeling.