Poptarts are Puzzling

The Ocean, that is

I'm a stranger to the ocean,
though perhaps a familiar one,
as with the girl in class
who I nod to outside in passing
without knowing her name.

They are both attractive,
though only one will move first
if I stand here, toes in the sand
and wait for the tide to change.

I see her often enough,
the ocean, that is,
to know she's worth knowing better
and to attract me every time I smell
that distinctive scent.

So each time I near her,
the ocean, that is,
I silently hope this time
we won't stay separated
by this strange familiarity.

Poem:
Ah, yes. This poem. I wrote this a while ago laughing at myself because I wasn't willing to make the first move. Like, ever. I always just sat there and hoped to be approached. Now, there's nothing really wrong with that, I suppose, since I wound up with the girlfriend I have now, and she's awesome. But I've always hoped I wouldn't be such a passive person. And I'm pretty sure I haven't changed. So this poem is just sort of lecturing myself about what I could do differently. And it's also about the ocean, which is pretty nifty in its own right. A bit too big for my taste, but fun to meet up with every once in a while.

Observation:
I bought a package of poptarts from a vending machine today. It wasn't my proudest moment, but necessity dictated I put something in my stomach. The ingredients list is atrocious, but they were the best deal as far as amount of food per dollar was concerned. So I walked to the microwave, put them in, hit the "plus thirty second button" and then realized I should figure out how long they should actually be in there. I grabbed the package out of the top of the trash, flipped it over, and to my surprise, the directions said to microwave for 3 seconds. Well, at this point the microwave said they had been in for 11 seconds, and by the time I got the door open (in a bit of a panic, I assure you), a good 13 seconds had passed. No flames seemed to be issuing forth, so I curiously prodded them slightly. No response. My finger remained intact. I removed the pastries from the microwave and cautiously took a bite. Delicious. They were the perfect temperature.
Now I was sure the instructions on the back of the packaging were an error. Perhaps the 3 was supposed to be followed by a zero. So, like any reasonable person, I googled it. It turns out I am one of the last people in the world to discover this. Also, I am not the first person to write a blog post about it. But since this was one of the major discoveries of my day, I decided it warranted a comment.

Exercise:
"OCD"
Your character is an obsessive compulsive. Describe his or her morning. Do not use the words "obsessive compulsive."

My bathroom floor is always cold, which wouldn't be such a bad thing if I hadn't lost my slippers a few days ago. To make the situation bearable, I brought a rug up from downstairs. After straightening it to line up with the tiles, I realized it was a slight bit larger than the area between my door and the bottom of the sink. If I scooted if forward, it wouldn't line up with the line of tiles, but if I left it lined up, the door wouldn't close properly. I resorted to leaving the door open, straightening the rug one last time before brushing my teeth. I opened a new toothbrush from my cabinet, noted I was running low, and reminding myself to pick up another bulk package of them from Wal-Mart on my way home. I noticed a fleck of toothpaste on the back of my my right ring finger, so I washed my hands briefly. I used the toilet, washed my hands thoroughly, and made my way downstairs to my kitchen. Then I realized I was unable to close the door behind me as was customary. I took the rug with me downstairs.

Me:
It took a good portion of my willpower to get on my stationary bike tonight. I came back after two and a half hours of handball and was feeling a little beat up. I made the unfortunate decision to run the back of my head into the wall, which resulted in a bit of a headache, and my hip was scraped and bruised from other actions that were a bit reckless on the court. But I did it, and I felt proud of myself. And then I went to bed and didn't update. So now this is really late. Sorry about that.