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Sensitivity.

Ever since I wrote that post about “true love”, I’ve been thinking a lot about romanticism and my own past relationships, of which there haven’t been many. And then I started thinking about kissing. It’s kind of a bizarre concept when you first think of it; when did someone decide that putting the place you consume food on someone elses? But on a physiological level, your lips are much more sensitive than any other part of your body, which is why we do it. And then I started thinking about my own experiences with kissing. Continue reading “Sensitivity.”

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In Defense of Bella

Note from 2020: I won’t be editing this post but since it’s been getting a handful of views recently, please do keep in mind it was posted in 2010. I was 18 years old. I do not care about your opinions on Twilight and I barely care about my own. This lives on as an archive, not as a stated continued opinion or interest. If you want to know what my current interests are, check out my portfolio here.

A few months ago, I wrote a post in defense of Twilight. Then I made a video about it. And on that video, I got a comment from a friend of mine regarding my lack of depth on my analysis. She went on to say “I dislike Twilight because of the inappropriate themes it is teaching my younger sister: a teenage girl’s [extreme] reliance on a male figure and willingness to do anything for that male (feeling of impending death without that male present), flippancy of pregnancy, etc.”
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No Eugenia. I’m busy.

I’ve got 19 minutes until I get my debate topic and twenty minutes to prep. It’s the third day of my third college debate tournament. So far, I’ve made 14 speeches. My throat is burning and raw and I’m exhausted and cold and I have a headache and I have two more debates yet to come. At least. If I don’t break. Which I’m not too confident about. Continue reading “No Eugenia. I’m busy.”

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What makes a dream?

Recently, I finished the Hunger Games trilogy. Again. I spent five hours in the University center completing the final book, and even more hours the day before doing the same for the first two. Every time I had to emerge from Katniss Everdeen’s world, I found myself disoriented and confused. Where was I? In college. In college to what? To someday write a book as captivating and as meaningful as The Hunger Games. Continue reading “What makes a dream?”