I could write a separate 101 Things About Me list focused entirely on the obsessive compulsive habits in my life, and yet another list of habits related specifically to flying in airplanes. However, I will be kind and narrow the list down to ten.

Ten things that involve me, a plane, and my OCD:

1. I always make a check-list of what to pack. I start with items I'll need every day, beginning with the top of my head (shampoo, blow-dryer, hair ties, etc.) and working my way down to socks and shoes. Then, I plan out every outfit for every day, including jewelry and make-up and the accompanying hairstyle.
2. I always cry when saying goodbye to my kitties because I'm afraid they'll die while I'm gone.
3. I always wear the same sweatshirt for a flight. The pocket on it is the perfect size for my iPod and my boarding pass. Plus, I don't have to worry about stripping for the metal detectors.
4. I always wear the same pair of flip-flops. This started with the whole "take off your shoes" rule and just morphed into a new habit.
5. I always go to the same Starbucks at O'Hare and stand around sniffling next to my parents after dropping off my luggage at the baggage check.
6. I always lean against a column thing near my gate at O'Hare, but I always pace madly near my gate at DFW.
7. As I mentioned before, I always sit on the same seat for every flight.
8. I always bury myself in a book after finding my seat on the plane and turn on my iPod to look as unfriendly as possible. (I hate small talk. Mostly because I'm bad at it.)
9. I always read the same book when I fly back in to Chicago. Flipping through The Devil in the White City while coasting over the city at night gives me shivers EVERY. GOSH. DANG. TIME.
10. I always unbuckle my seat belt after landing before the pilot announces it's okay . . . just to be a wee bit rebellious.

I'm much better on road trips. Maybe.

The archives that I've been digging through for NaBloPoMo were a bit stale for November 6th—I saw The Matrix in theaters in 2003 and woke up at 6:30am to exercise in 2006 (zomg)—so I'm spicing up the routine a bit and linking you to an awesome website.

The Rejection Hotline. One of the counseling interns at the church came over to my desk this morning and gave me a Post-It with a phone number on it. It's one of dozens (or maybe hundreds) of numbers available from this website. Basically, you find a number from the site with a local area code and hand it out to people as your actual phone number when you come across one of those not-so-charming frogs who just won't leave without knowing your middle name, phone number, and favorite color. Knowing that someone will call this number instead would have me feeling better in a jiffy. Heck, even just calling the number is a hilarious experience. Check it out. If you have free long-distance and are too lazy to go to the site, call 815.404.2580. It's a must-have reference tool for anyone in the dating world.

It's also just really funny for anyone in any world.

I'm in the midst of planning a trip to Texas right now. I leave Thursday night to spend almost a week with my lovely boys, which means that, as the week progresses, I will lose my ability to focus on ANYTHING ELSE. Wait, what? The house is on fire? Who cares! I get to visit my boys!! And hang out at Wal*mart!! And eat at Burger King!! And wear deodorant!! And watch Samurai Jack!!

If you're lucky, we might even start another band.

This will be a major improvement over years past. The following was the most riveting part of my day back on November 5, 2002:

Sigh, I burnt my tongue on hot chocolate about an hour ago, but it still feels funny. And it will feel funny tomorrow too. I HATE BURNT TASTE BUDS!!! Have you ever looked at your tongue after you burnt it? Your taste buds look weird. Remember to look next time you stupidly drink hot liquids too fast.

And in 2006? I watched The Skeleton Key and apparently liked it.

[The Skeleton Key is] one of those flicks during which you find yourself screaming at the main character to GET THE HELL AWAY FROM THAT DAMN DOOR, YOU FOOLISH WOMAN, but that's half the fun.

I would still much rather watch Kate Hudson in How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, though. That movie got played almost weekly last year, as my roommate and I used it as our motivation to "get thin!" while chowing down on tubs of frosting. Frosting that I bought at Wal*mart! With my boys! The ones I get to see soon! ZOMG!