Getting Proverbial While Fighting Bed Head



This morning I tried to go back to sleep, but all I could think about was how to word my first blog post. I was half asleep and had basically planned out the entire thing. It was perfect. Flash forward twelve hours to my current state, and I’ve forgotten everything. Thanks brain! Short term memory, you’ve served me well.

This morning I was also battling a serious food hangover. And before you roll your eyes, I have to assure you that, yes, food hangovers are not the stuff of legend. They are a real thing.

Basically, I woke up on the couch with no memory of falling asleep during a three-movie marathon, but pretty sure that the bag of spicy tater tots I’d consumed had been a mistake. Those super-delicious apple cinnamon pancake-vixens from the freezer were getting some side-eye as well. I then went down into the basement, to the room that I share with my sister while I’m visiting at my dad’s, and went back to sleep. I woke up later knowing I had the job of sweeping the Haunted Mansion study and staining some woodwork. I tried to complete my morning routine but somehow ended up falling asleep in the middle of the bedroom floor with my backpack as a pillow.

By the time I woke up for real, the beautifully imagined blog post was gone, and I was left with the words you see here.

Maybe there’s something poetic about the way I woke up today. Maybe it means that my perfect first blog posting can’t exist. However, that doesn’t mean that me getting up in the morning is poetic in any sense of the word. Nor is it the summer morning routine to inspire others. I didn’t wake up and make my bed, and then eat a few spoonfuls of yogurt with artfully tossed granola and oversaturated raspberries. I did, however, wake up with serious bedhead, heartburn, and a desire to write something semi-decent on a webpage.

So what is my blog all about? Not dissing YouTube morning routines. Trust me, I’ve watched my fair share! (I couldn’t even tell you why I’m so addicted to them.) Like my blog’s name might imply, I am hopelessly in love with toast. However, as I continue learning and now enter my (technically) junior year of college, I’ve realized how small my world has been for a really long time. That’s not to say that I’ve never left my house, but as a kid I always thought that I could just exist and success would come with age. I thought I knew where I was going and how to get through the Gumdrop Mountains. How wrong was I? I’m 20 now and the crux of the problem is that I’m still searching, thinking, and dreaming. Hell, college made me rethink my dead-set plans. I went out in the world, and the world introduced me to some rad stuff. Sometimes I don’t know whether to blow the world a kiss or flip it off …

In essence, my blog is a way for me to connect with other inspiring people and be a part of something bigger. I want to travel, learn, and eat some damn good vegan food along the way. However, I want to share my thoughts on school/college, food, being vegan, traveling, and essentially learning about the world around me. However, I’ll also be sharing a few mistakes I hope others can avoid. I want to think outside the proverbial toaster. I’ve spent so much time eating toast, how do I know I won’t find something more delicious once I get my butt out in the world and have the chance to try it?



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