I Still Don't Understand Why People Like Spaghetti...

My students have this theory that I hate everything.  While that's not true, I do tend to dislike things generally considered staples in American society- AKA, hamburgers, Forrest Gump, all levels of socializing past writing this blog with the purpose of updating you people without ACTUALLY having to speak to anyone face-to-face.  KIDDING.  That was actually a very un-funny joke.  I ACTUALLY write this blog to entertain myself and not go insane while holding a job that, by definition, you must be some level of crazy to take on.  Which is not the point.  The point is that I don't hate everything, and the amount of times I have to refute that claim has driven me to ask... What do I like?  What am I obsessed with?

The obvious answers here are- puppies, yarn, Leonardo DiCaprio movies (seriously, guys, how can you not?), music, and possibly sports... but I like to pretend that's not an obvious answer so as to seem less manly.

What are my less obvious obsessions, though?  Well.  I'm glad you asked.  I've been waiting for someone to come along and ask, "hey, what are some things that you suddenly realize randomly throughout the day that you have a creepy appreciation for?" and then I have planned on saying "Let me tell you."

Guys, I love novelty glasses.  And mugs.  Really anything I can drink my coffee or delicious water out of.  I have a very strange collection.  I honestly cannot pass the mug section of any store.  I almost bought a moose mug the other day.  IT WAS HAND-GLAZED.  The only thing that held me back from buying it was the fact that it would actually be the SECOND moose mug in my posession.  This thought did not stop me from buying the ceramic mug with a travel lid that had hippie art on it.  What can I say.  I'm a sucker for classy (to be interpreted here as "entertaining") mugs.

I also love five dollar movies.  They're a weakness.  If ever you want me to be poor, which I would prefer you didn't, take me to Walmart's entertainment section.  I will buy the WORST movies if they only cost five dolla.  Example- less than two weeks ago I sent a picture to my best friend with the caption "This is happening."  That picture was of four Mary-Kate and Ashley movies for seven dollars.  This isn't a five dollar movie, but, mathematically, it is less than five dollars a movie.  I rest my case.

I used to have an obsession with Converse.  In all honestly, I still have that obsession, it is just far less practical to keep up with now that I'm an adult than it was was I was in high school.

I am oddly obsessed with paisley patterns.  I have a penchant for buying candles.  I own literally shoe boxes FULL of candles.  My dad does not allow me to burn candles in the home.  Add that to the list of reasons I need to move out.  Also on the list are sleeping in/watching Netflix without being judged all day on a Saturday.  Also I really like living in a weird nest of clothing on my floor.  Do I really NEED my floor space to be clear?  Really?  To survive?  No.  That's all I'm trying to do here- survive.

Student Section- "Ms. Glass, you'd be a really great elf for our tribe."

Ummmmthanks?