Hyper Organization

So, lately, I've been really obsessed with organizing stuff.
Like, super obsessed.
I've decided that I need order in my life.
And since I'm not getting it much,
I decided to take charge and do what I can-
that is, organizing all I can in the house-
and getting rid of unnecessary things.
I went through the medicine cabinet-
which had something that expired in 1989
(great job, mom, we weren't even in the house yet).
Then I went through the fridge-
which had some really gross stuff shoved in back.
Like, I'm talking year-old beef stew,
a very mushy plum, pasta that had liquified (how is that possible?!)
And some mustard that had gotten really funky
(I thought mustard lasted a long time- like five years or more, wtf mom?)
Okay, enough with the fridge.
I moved onto the freezer next,
which had long-dead freezer-burned meat.
With all that gone, the freezer actually has room in it!
Amazing, we don't have to stuff stuff in at all!
Next came the cabinet.
Unsurprisingly, there were many stale chips and crackers and cereals.
For some reason, my family doesn't ever eat the last bit of those.
They say they will, but then open a new package.
What a waste! I'd finish them, but I don't eat chips.
I usually do finish off crackers though,
but I eat so little, so I really need help with that.
And there were soggy rice crispy treats shoved in back.
I never knew they could become soggy like that.
Next came the recipe books- all 50 of them.
Mom had to help with that, since they're hers...
but wow, did she want to keep a lot of them!
I mean, you only really need like ten, fifteen at most (and that's stretching it),
if you're going for the specialized books and stuff.
I myself have only like five- a general one, bakery stuff, fish, etc.
That's all you really need.
But she still kept thirty... oh, she'll never learn.
They contain the same stuff as other cookbooks, too.
She has two huge general cookbooks,
so why keep all the additional ones,
save for a few favorite specialized ones?
We barely use the cookbooks anyway.
Ah, and I've been working on my room a lot, too.
By working on it, I mean reorganizing it.
Buying new containers, putting stuff in them,
putting smaller containers in larger ones,
putting loose papers in binders or folders,
getting rid of a lot of old stuff I don't need,
trying on clothes and getting rid of the ones I dislike,
mostly those grandma has 'passed down' to me-
aka, she doesn't want it anymore and thinks I will.
Like I want her old oversized t-shirts and panties.
Yes, she tried giving me her old undies once.
Really gross, right? And she saw nothing wrong with it...
My other grandma gives me things I like though,
like some nice shoes or a sweater.
She even gave me a few really nice dresses!
She shops a lot- shoes especially-
so when she realizes she has three pairs of white shoes already,
she lets me pick one of them.
Anyway, back to the organizing...
yeah, my jewelry is now all divided into nice boxes-
bracelets, necklaces, collars, armbands, earrings, etc.
I even have my few make-up things in little boxes.
And, of course, my many bottles of nail polish-
I have it in every color of the rainbow.
Ah, and books.
I tend to kinda collect books-
that is, see one that sounds interesting and bring it home.
Then put it in the pile of stuff I need to read.
So I constantly have to purge that pile,
since I don't get to read much anymore.
So I pick out the few most interesting ones,
and give the rest to charities or book swaps or the library.
The gym I go to has a neat book swap thing,
where you can drop books off and take them at will.
Many are older womens books though,
since the gym is next to seniorville,
and apparently medicaid actually pays for their gym time.
I guess they figure healthier old people get sick less,
which is true, so it's ultimately beneficial.
It's nice, though, I go with my mom,
and it's an all-women's gym so it's not as intense as most gyms.
Anyway, I'm off topic again...
Well, I'm sure you don't want to hear anymore of my organizing,
since it probly gives most people headaches...
I just tend to be a little compulsive about cleaning sometimes.
Especially with all that pesky dirt that sneaks under fingernails... *shivers*