Friday Five:

1. Would you consider yourself an organized person? Why or why not?
No. I wish that I were, and every now and then I get a surge of organizing energy and think I’m going to change my life, but it inevitably fades and then I’m left with a Handspring computer that I’ll never ever use again. (Just to cite one example.) I’m just too lazy.

(Sidenote: I find this week’s questions really difficult since my brain keeps wanting to spell it “organise”. I’m being assimilated! I can just picture myself going home to Indiana in a few months and saying “to-mah-to” and getting my ass kicked.)

2. Do you keep some type of planner, organizer, calendar, etc. with you, and do you use it regularly?
The sad fact is I adore planners and organizers. I just don’t use them. Right now I’m trying to use iCal and Address Book, since they’re already on my computer, but it’s so hard to keep everything current, you know?

3. Would you say that your desk is organized right now?
Oh good grief, NO. I’ve got a computer and a sewing machine and a scanner and a pile of socks (waiting to be turned into monkeys) and several glasses (that I bring up from the kitchen and forget) and a tangle of jewelry (that I take off after work and forget) and a jumble of batteries and coins and hair clips. It’s a mess.

4. Do you alphabetize CDs, books, and DVDs, or does it not matter?
Oddly enough, this is the one area where the Snook and I are organized. Movies and CDs are done strictly alphabetically, while our books are categorized into fiction, non-fiction, and reference. The fiction is all alphabetized, while the non-fiction and reference are sorted into a bastardized Dewey Decimal System that we invented.

5. What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to organize?
Definitely the move out here from England and my application for Australian residency. There were so many forms and statements to fill out, and everything had to be witnessed at the court house and photocopied. We basically had to prove our relationship was legitimate, using everything from pictures and joint travel receipts to bills and bank statements. The scariest part was knowing that if we screwed up, I’d get deported. Luckily it all turned out right in the end!