1 -- I put items in the wrong places. Last semester, I put my textbooks in the fridge. I didn't think anything of it until I opened the fridge to get some water, and I saw the chilled books. A couple days ago, I made some grilled cheese. (Okay, I've been eating grilled cheese for every meal), but anyway, I had to put the butter and the spatula away. An hour later, I noticed this.... Heaven forbid... what if I put milk in the pantry?
3 -- I think obsessively about puppies. Last semester, when I was super stressed, I looked at puppy pictures, I watched puppy videos, and I looked at donation centers for puppies. Now, I want a puppy so flipping badly. I went to the grocery story, and a woman was selling a Rottweiler puppy for $300. I wanted that thing... I thought, "I can buy him. I can take care of him. He can eat the bugs in my house. He can attack the creepers in my neighborhood. He will be a good dog. He will come to school with me. He will be my dog. I'll name him Henry."
That's how I know I am going crazy, and the semester has yet to truly kick in. So... if in a month or two, you see me in the middle of a street in the fetal position with a paper bag over my head accompanied by a dog named Henry, you know that my descent into madness has reached its pinnacle. Brace yourself, world.