Am I Blue or Gold

There's a part to this course I'm taking called career personalities, it's a colour test.  There's blues, golds, oranges and greens.  I'd love to give this test to a few people I know.   Blue is emotional and creative, Gold is organised and routine, Orange is resourceful and open minded, and green is logical and independent.  Right away I thought I belonged with gold, I just knew it.  When we did the test though I scored two points higher in blue.  Now granted we didn't include 2 questions so maybe the results would have been different.   I definitely do have a blue side, I can be emotional, sensitive and I really do value the little family of do have left.   Maybe that's what's changing my mind now where I have reached out to my mom, and am accepting her husband and his family.  I miss it.   Nothing has hurt me more than losing a family over the past few years.  
When no one scored gold the teacher had to give the view from golds side I really felt more in tune there.  The motto being 'be prepared'.   I have been carrying around an umbrella with me all week because there's been a chance everyday that it might rain (and it usually has at one point).   I am a very self taught organised person.  I have always had a layout of what I want every room to look like and I have a place for everything and I plan.   I do my grocery shopping for a week and sometimes two weeks at a time, and I pick out what meals I want to eat that week.   I don't want to be buying any groceries I already have.   I will never go to the store without a list, and have felt lost when I gave left it on the fridge at home.  If I have too many scribbles on the sheet I have to start again.  I am starting to budget what I will spend on food, clothing and fun for myself for a month, but I really don't like math, so it can be challenging.
My room can get messy at times, mostly with clothes, but I just don't have a closet or big enough dresser to put it all away in, otherwise it would be spotless.  I routinely clean every Sunday, even doing the vacuum, which I hate with a passion.  The only thing I let get dirty is the dishes.  I find it so boring and do it so much.  I really hate it.  I do them when they have to be done or when I get sick of looking at them.
Right now it's driving me crazy that my landlord hasn't been around for a month and the grass is really long.  Every time I walk through it I feel like I'm fighting through a jungle, afraid of what might pop out of there.  He still hasn't brought me the screens for our two front windows, so we can't open them in this hot almost July weather.
I am going to my mom's house for the long weekend and I have already started planning in my head what want to do, and making a checklist so I don't forget anything.   I started that last weekend.  Almost be prepared.