I like to think of myself as someone who appreciates the finer things in life. I attempt to fill my time with indulgences of quality like esteemed books, classic movies, and healthy foods. There are plenty exceptions to these stately pleasures, though, and here are just a few of them.
1. "Hot Rod"

2. McDonald's Iced Coffee
There are two things you should know about me. 1) I am a caffeine addict. 2) I am a broke college student. So yes, I’ll take a large hazelnut iced coffee and a small step toward financial freedom, thank you.
3. "Total Eclipse of the Heart" by Bonnie Tyler
Cheesy, emotional, and overly dramatic -- It’s everything I usually hate about sappy 80s songs. With that being said, I belt each note of this song in the middle of every road trip and shower I take.
4. The Twilight Saga
I am an English major. I can give you a million reasons why these books are a complete insult to literature… but my inner 7th grader can give you a passionate rant about how Carlisle is kind of the Henry Clay of the fictional world with all of his compromises and how awesome Rosalie is for dramatically murdering her attackers while wearing her wedding dress. LIKE, COME ON.
5. "Catfish: The TV Show"

6. Chocolate Fudge Pop-Tarts

7. "Star Wars: Episode I – The Phantom Menace"

8. Peanut Butter
Peanut butter is good for you in moderation. The problem is, moderation is thrown to the wayside the second I open a jar of Jif. I eat this glorious sandwich spread more often on a spoon than on bread. Judge me.
9. Slasher Flicks
They amplify human stupidity and are truly a testament to natural selection (looking at you, idiots who run upstairs instead of out the front door when being chased by a man with a knife). Slashers are predictable, illogical, and cheap… but still gratifying.
10. Netflix Documentaries
I’m not talking about the educational documentaries regarding the American Civil War or obesity in America -- I’m talking about the obscure documentaries concerning the possible existence of mermaids or irrational conspiracy theories about Joan of Arc. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go enlighten myself on the life of a mail-order bride.


























