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Toast

I think it's time I told you about an obsession of mine... toast.

Yes, toast. It's not that I love to eat it, though I do. No, it's more that I love the idea of toast. I'm sort of philosophical about toast. Sound weird? Yes, I know. Why am I telling you this? I've been going through old class notes to get rid of stuff for my move (less than 3 weeks now, yikes and yeay!) As I threw away old papers, I started coming across references to toast in *a lot* of them. It was a little odd. Isn't it weird to step away from yourself and realize that you're obsessed with something? To see that something you don't realize you think about is on your mind quite often indeed. Yeah... toast.

I once wrote an entire PSA essay about how I was an "Obsession Infector". I get so excited and obsessed about something that I can't stop myself from getting the people around me excited and obsessed about it as well. Knitting, Harry Potter, ginger ice cream... I think it was the funniest thing I've ever written. But it says a lot about me and my compulsive personality. When I get into something, I *really* get into it. I can't help it. If I'm excited about something, I want to do it all the time, it tends to fill up my life, and pops up at strange times and in strange ways.

I've known for quite a long time about my obsession with pickles. It's basically the same idea as the toast-obsession, only I've already come to accept it. I love pickles so much. I love to eat them, I love their shape, I love their color. I have a pickle purse. Once I get off my yarn diet, I have a design idea for a Pickle Cardigan. It's probably the coolest design idea I've ever had, but who makes a pickle cardigan? The same girl who when she saw Nothin' But a Tshirt for the first time thought, "I would totally make that with a piece of toast on it."

I also love the way toast looks. With its little crowned square shape and its tan middle and brown outside, it's a beautifully simple creature. I almost died when I saw this. Not only is this one of my favorite comics ever, but I had to buy the original artwork for the chapter 2 cover because Colette is wearing a toast tshirt. Shape and color and all, I really love toast.

In my papers, I kind of got a little silly about toast, talking about such things as what it woud be like to be toast in an undergraduate, thumb-your=nose-at-the-teacher sort of way. I think my favorite expression was "the toast-ness of toast." And what would be an "inherent toast nature"? Hell, I was in a Philosophy course, isn't that what you're supposed to do? I do wonder what my teacher thought about my toast-planations.

I also wonder what brought all this on. I really have no idea. How did it happen that I got this mild obsession with toast? Why toast? Hell, why pickles, why Harry Potter, why knitting? I don't think I can help myself. Perhaps I should just try to not think about it so much. Perhas I shouldn't write blog posts about toast because I woke up from a dream about toast. Perhaps I should just accept it and run with it. Perhaps I should stop now while some of you are still wondering if I'm serious or not.

Toast... it's the new yoga.

And now for my next trick...

I shall make myself re-appear!

Umm... yeah... The Boy's been in town. I'm back now, though. You'll hear from me soon.