What’s your Myers Briggs?

Off the Beat

“What’s your Myers Briggs?” I casually interjected into a conversation with my then-boyfriend one evening. Then, perhaps not entirely willingly, he found a 15-minute online quiz that confirmed my suspicions: We were as incompatible together as Adderall and alcohol. Worrying about a personality test is stupid, and whether two people
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How to ride solo through cuddle season

With the smell of pumpkin spice lattes wafting through the air, the couples planning their sickeningly cute (emphasis on sickening) matching Halloween costumes and the onset of light jacket weather, there’s no denying that cuddle weather is imminent. If you’re spooning a tub of ice cream while your roommates spend the night
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Low commitment dates for your Berkeley ‘thing’

We at the Clog would like to remind you that modern dating is very different now than when our parents were young’uns. People no longer date — instead, they “talk,” or, on very special occasions when the stars align just right, they “Netflix and chill.” People no longer refer to their
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How to: Resume your life after school’s out

Following your departure from your last final exam this semester, three things should happen. First, you should recreate the “What Time Is It?” scene from High School Musical 2. Next, you should party and trash all of your notes. Finally and most importantly, you should resume the fun parts of your
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An ode to floorcest

On our first week of college, we all surely heard that the greatest sin (amongst many) one could commit was floorcest. Floorcest posits that one will inevitably regret hooking up with a compatriot of the same floor, as it opens up a whole world of embarrassing and uncomfortable events to
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Perks of a long distance relationship

Here at Berkeley, we always hear one friend or another talking about their boyfriend or girlfriend back home. Our first question is always, “Isn’t it hard doing long distance?” You never really think it will happen to you until, well, it does. Picture this: You’re home for summer vacation and
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Fiction: Nero

I shouldn’t have picked up when he called. I know that. He just wanted to know how the dog was doing, anyway. I look down at Nero, who is trotting along in pace with me. He snorts and pants as he moves his sturdy little bulldog legs. He resembles a
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Fiction: Semantics

I guess when I look back, it was all a question of semantics. Words were vital to me, a  part of my essence — but not a part of yours. When I was younger, I would sit in my room for hours devouring my favorite poems by Dickinson and Poe,
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The 21-year-old Valentine Virgin

At age 18, in Long Beach, California, I made some goals for me — most prominent being to turn 20 in Berkeley. Truthfully, I was very unsure what my next goal would be, but with Berkeley being Berkeley, finding goals to set for oneself is never too much of something
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She said, love don’t come easy

Because the Internet

I have been lucky enough to know love across oceans and continents, across thousands of miles. I know what it is to trace the outline of someone’s pixelated face when it freezes mid-Skype, defined by its poor resolution and candid capture.
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