doing things anally + early avery writings

somehow i think i've returned home from my second year of college about three times as anal as I left. a friend suggested that it may have something to do with living in a single this year and the resulting total control over my life and all facets of it. it's suddenly hard for me to watch a sibling cut up cheese or an avocado without watching them the entire time and swooping in to wipe the scraps into my hands as soon as they've moved on to their next activity (inevitable leaving the mess for me; why not? i'm there, and i'll twitch until it's cleaned up anyway.) but my analness isn't only about other people--i've become more routine based even when by myself. i have a bedtime routine, i have a certain order that i check sites in the morning, i've come up with a new organization system for my important papers. i respect this part of myself--i get stuff done, efficiently and well, for the most part. still, i'm a little worried of how this self will get along with camp, which embodies the less careful side of me. camp, where nothing is ever completely clean and leaving a mess for later is sometimes the best thing, might not like this avery, or she might feel burdened by it (which i clearly do not want). i've dealt with melding my eccentricities with those of camp before, but for some reason it feels like it may be more of a problem this year.

in other news, mother recovered a datebook in which she tried to write down things her darling children were saying and doing in the business year of 2003-2004. apparently i talked about god a lot, which is interesting to me. notable: my first poem, written out by me, age about four and a half, then read aloud so my mother could transcribe.

The rain we bless
Little heads all about
For we're God's little trudgers