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Nothing to Say


What do you do when you have nothing to say? Well, I for one just stop blogging for a bit. I have opinions of course, and plenty of status updates, but I’ve had nothing to say because I’ve been living … Continue reading

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Book Love


I don’t remember the title, but when I was in 5th grade, I tried to read a book about pioneers moving into space who were only allowed to take one book with them on the journey. The youngest child was … Continue reading

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Thanks to my One-Eyed, Cheating Grandpa


**Disclaimer, the story you are about to read might be entirely fabricated by my overactive imagination as a way to explain why I am naturally a good cheat at poker. Then again, these real and vivid memories might be entirely … Continue reading

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7 Things Your University Instructors Wished You Already Knew


1. The syllabus is like your bible. Only, you should actually read it, not just hold it in your hands and yell at people like some folks do. Also, don’t make a religion out of your class, and, if you … Continue reading

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What Comes After Postmodern?


The problem with studying literature is that I become hyper-aware of the ways in which I am conforming to some supposed universality of existence, feeling almost powerless to change it up and that I have this constant need to reevaluate … Continue reading

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What’s in a Name: Or you Deserve an Explanation


If you haven’t figured it out, my parents did not choose to name me the unfortunately masculine name that heads this blog; thus, preventing the ruination of my life forever. Nah, instead they chose to call me Opal which is … Continue reading

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