I am a weird person. No pretex. No qualifiers. I am just weird.

I do things because I like the sound it makes.

I like to poke at people to annoy them.

I write about creatures that don’t exist.

I’m a grown woman who loves all things Disney.

I have themed birthday parties, not only for my two year old daughter but for myself because I think they’re fun.

I like grocery shopping and I like shopping for school supplies.

I don’t know what it is about school supplies but I love them. Every August, I get a little flutter of joy as I walk through Target or the grocery store and the notebooks, pens, and highlighters are staring back at me. I want to buy them all. Pens. Check. Notebooks. Check. Folders. Check. Trapper Keepers. Check. That’s right. I went to Trapper Keepers.

I know for a fact that I had this one.

I don’t know why I have this fascination with school supplies but the I LOVE THEM! When I went back to school for the Master’s Program, I went a little nuts and I’m not really ashamed to even say it. I might have bought a Tinkerbell folder for my first semester. I’m actually just a child. I’m still 12 years old.

However, my love of school supplies/office supplies is not singular to me. We ordered this at work and I’m not the only one who was excited.

It’s amazing and we go out of our way to find things to redact.

These are the types of things that I enjoy. So, when I say that I’m a weird person, I’m being honest. I’m also not apologizing for it. I like who I am and I don’t care about the rest.