What’s up ma homies? What’s crackalakin’? What does that word even mean? Unfortunately, I am not here to answer these questions. My apologies. What I am here for is to tell you all that some things are going to change. I’m remodeling my blog.

I’ve gone through quite a bit of change in my life. Things have changed for me and things have changed for those around me, and it’s both internal and external. And since this blog is a piece of me, I figure that it should go through some changes too. It probably won’t be totally ready until the summer is over, but I’ll still be here and I’ll be back.

Thank you all for sticking with me. And now for a final farewell:

“Goodbye. Farewell. Best of luck to you. Avoid roasted cabbage, don’t eat earwax, and live on the bright side of life.”

Have a great summer!


LIFE: It’s Worth Fighting For

Wow. It has been quite a while since I’ve posted. 72 days, to be exact. Good gracious. I have some good excuses though. School has taken up most of my creative thinking, as well as most of my day. Homework takes up the rest of my day. Family gets the rest of the day that homework doesn’t. So life has been pretty crazy. However, thanks once again to Mrs. Wicklund, I have a post! Controversial as it may be, it is important.

Thanks for reading!

*Just so I don’t get sued or anything, there is one picture that some people may not want to see. If you want to skip it, fine. (It’s in the third paragraph.) However, it is not a picture that is meant to be graphic and I believe it is important to see.*

 Life: It’s Worth Fighting For

Since 1976, 1,407 people have been legally executed because of the death penalty.1 Since 1973, over 57 million children have been legally executed because of abortion.2 That is more than the population of Oregon, Washington, California, Idaho, Utah, and Nevada combined.POP16 People actively oppose the death penalty, saying that everyone deserves a second chance, a chance to change, and that we have no to right to judge who will die. At the same time, we refuse to give a child in the womb a first chance.

Go to any pro-abortion website, and they will describe an abortion as “emptying the uterus”, there is no sign of life in their description. Yet the “contents of the uterus” meet the seven characteristics for life that we are taught in school: composition of cells, cellular organization, metabolism (use or storage of substances for energy), response to stimuli, development, reproduction, and genetic information (DNA).3

  • Composition of cells: Twenty-four hours after being fertilized, an egg (now a zygote) begins to divide.4
  • Cellular organization: A zygote has cellular organization simply by being a cell. It is made up of molecules which are composed of atoms.4
  • Metabolism: For a zygote to begin to divide, it must have energy. Division cannot happen without energy. And when cells, whether in the form of a small clump of “tissues” or a full grown man, use energy, they are metabolizing.
  • Response to stimuli: At least five studies have found that, by the middle of the seventh week, babies react when touched in the perioral (mouth) area.5 Studies have also shown that twins begin interacting with each other as early as fourteen weeks.6
  • Development: Again, the zygote provides an example of life even in its short stage. One day after conception, the zygote has developed into a morula, a collection of sixteen cells.4
  • Reproduction: The argument is often made that an embryo has not developed any reproductive organs, so therefore it has no form of reproduction and cannot be alive. However, as I mentioned above, a zygote begins to divide after twenty-four hours by mitosis7, A FORM OF REPRODUCTION8.
  • DNA: Without DNA, there is no reproduction, asexual or sexual. DNA is the blueprints for what any organic organism is going to be. There wouldn’t be anything to reproduce without DNA, therefore a zygote has DNA.

If that isn’t enough for you, at week four, the baby’s heart begins to pump blood through his or her body. It has its own heartbeat. By the eighth week, the basic foundations of the child’s body systems are prepared.4 This is about the same time that most abortions happen.

So I’ve proven an embryo is alive, but that doesn’t make it human, right? Well, it was created by two humans. This means it has human DNA. It “grows up” to be human. Yet the value of its life is minimal in the eyes of so many people. Take a look at these pictures of an elephant, a dog, and frogs.


If you do a little math, the elephant is at about five weeks along, compared to a woman’s pregnancy. The dog would be about twenty weeks. As you can see, the frog eggs and tadpoles don’t really look much like frogs. Yet each of these embryos is considered a precious life. We trust that these creatures truly are going to grow to be the species of its mother. The picture below is of a baby miscarried at seven weeks. About 65% of all abortions take place before eight weeks.9


We do not doubt that embryo elephants are elephants, that fetus dogs are dogs, that tadpoles will one day have legs and jump! But we doubt the humanity of a “blob of tissue,” whose arms and legs are clearly beginning to form. Gallup found that 61% of people supported legalized abortion during the first trimester, but only 27% supported abortions during second trimester.10 To go off the argument of Stu Burguiere, it seems that when an embryo is three months, thirty days, twenty-three hours and fifty-nine minutes old, it is a big blob of tissues that will ruin the mother’s future.10 However, once the clock strikes midnight, that “embryo” is now a precious baby that we have no right to murder.10 61% of people would choose a different form of punishment than the death penalty.1 61% of people support abortions in the first trimester.10

But abortion doesn’t just affect the baby; it affects the woman too. A 25-year Danish study showed that women who had just one abortion were 45% more likely to die during childbirth than women who had not.11 Women who had two abortions had a 114% chance of maternal death; women with more than two had a 192% chance.11 A Finnish study found that, compared to women who completed their pregnancies, women who had abortions were about “four times more likely to die in the following year” and almost “seven times more likely to die of suicide.”11 Women who have abortions have increased risks of alcohol and drug abuse, poverty12, self-destructive lifestyles13, ectopic pregnancies (the fertilized egg implants outside the uterus14)13, and placenta previa (placenta blocks the neck of the uterus15)13, just to name a few. Even Dr. Julius Fogel, a psychiatrist and obstetrician who performed over 20,000 abortions, said that “every woman…has a trauma at destroying a pregnancy…[I]t is not as harmless and casual an event as many in the pro-abortion crowd insist.”16 But there aren’t just physical and psychological risks. Sixty-four percent of women who have had an abortion said they felt pressure to get the abortion.17 “Sixty-seven percent had no counseling before the abortion, and 79% were not informed of alternatives.”17 In addition, abortion is the fifth leading reason for maternal death in the U.S.11

Below are four people, three of which survived abortion and one conceived through sexual assault. Each one’s life was threatened by abortion, but each one, and many more, have lived. Through their testimonies they are changing the world. And to think that once they were “unwanted.”


Josiah Presley questions, “What about the rights of the unborn babies? What about the rights of the millions of little women killed each year by abortion? Or the millions of little men killed each year by abortion? What about their rights?”18 An unintended pregnancy doesn’t have to end in abortion. There are options such as adoption and parenting the child. There are resources online, on the phone, and on location. There are solutions like improving the adoption and foster care system and supporting women who choose to keep their child. Both mother and child are important. Both mother and child are human. Both mother and child are worth fighting for.

4Marieb, Elaine Nicpon. Essentials of Human Anatomy & Physiology. 8th ed. San Francisco: Pearson/Benjamin Cummings, 2006. Print.

What Time Is It? Not Summer.

I sit here on this Sunday morning, with the sun shining and making me think of summer. It makes me think of all the plans I have for summer. It makes me want to not do homework. Homework, in turn, makes me think of how long it’s been since I’ve actually posted something on my dear blog. (This is because I can’t think of what to write for my homework.) However, I do know what I’m going to write about for my blog.


When summer’s finally here, it’ll be good to be chillin’ out. I’ll be off the clock, the pressure’s out, now my girl’s what it’s all about!

Wait… That’s plagiarism. That’s also Troy Bolton. Let’s move on.

My Legit Plans For Summer

1. Homework Burning

I heard this was a thing. I still have to find out if this is a thing, but I really hope it’s a thing because I will do the thing.

2. Needtobreathe Concert


3. Camping

THEN SHE’S COMING CAMPING WITH US and it’s gonna be amazing. I am super excited to just chill and jam out all week. Maybe we’ll even get to swim and walk around and stuff. And s’mores! How could I forget s’mores? The center of camping?


Sunshine means heat. Heat means swimming pools. Swimming pools mean late-night swims. Late-night swims mean glowsticks and music. Glowsticks and music means a party. So basically, sunshine is equivalent to a party.

5. Bake a Pie

I have decided that if I don’t make a pie before school’s out, I will do it during the summer. “Why pie?” you ask. I’ll tell you. Among certain reasons,

I haven’t actually baked a pie all by myself. It just feels like I shouldn’t be considered a seventeen year old unless I’ve baked a pie. Also, everyone should know how to bake something delicious and I would like to add “Pie” to my list of “Banana Bread, Cookies, and Box-mix Brownies.”

6. DIYing

Summer is the perfect time to do everything off your DIY list because it can sit outside to dry, you can potentially do your project outside, and sunshine. I just really, really am excited for the sunshine.

This summer, I would also like to destroy teenager stereotypes by saying that I probably won’t be finding the one for me, working at the same place as him, get into trouble at work, quit because he’s being a jerk, then get back together because he stops being a jerk. I am going to go against the mainstream this summer. I am going to do something different from everyone else. I am going to be the introverted teenager I am, and the world cannot change that.

I also will probably write goofy fanfiction about this guy:

Cause I don’t think he ever got thanked.

Just Don’t

I had a weird experience…

Well, not just one, but one specifically that happened recently.

It all began on a Tuesday morning when I arrived at school. Out in the field, there was a giant flock of Canadian geese. Now, as every one knows, the thing to do when you see a flock of birds is to chase them and watch as they lift into the air. Or try to land on your shoulders and sing songs (if you’re a Disney princess). Or attack you. It kinda depends on the birds. (I’m looking at you, Australia.) So I ran out into the field, and the geese flew up and away. It was actually really cool cause they just all scrambled into the air and then separated into these two V-formations.

It is here that we must switch to my sister’s view of the story.

As I was chasing the birds, a nice man walked by her and my brother. He chuckled and said, “Those birds should have stood up to her!” (Sir, I sincerely hope you are not sincere about that. Do you even know how terrifying that would be?) He walked on and as I came walking back, I joined trails with Nat and an elderly lady.

Like this:

Original Artwork. Do not steal.


As I came closer (still smiling and breathing hard from my expedition), the woman suddenly snapped, “Now that wasn’t very nice, don’t you think?”

 [Now, understand how this entire monologue was spoken, imagine that someone just said, “Bucky Barnes was a loser and the Winter Soldier is a villain. And Doctor Who isn’t a deep show. Also, my favorite character from Lord of the Rings is Denethor.” The tone of voice you would use with them is the tone of voice this lady used with me.] 

“Can you imagine if you had just been running for miles and miles,” the lady continued, “and all you wanted to do is rest, and someone came by and chased you out? That’s not very nice. Don’t hurt the world you live in.”

Don’t hurt the world you live in.


Dear m’am, please don’t judge my character by my chasing of birds and by this blog post. Because, if you do, you will think I just want the world to burn.

Lesson Learned: One cannot simply judge another’s character and opinion of the world by whether or not they chase geese.

Just don’t do it, guys.



What’s that you say? I am far too late to be posting ridiculous things about New Year’s? I should just save it for next year?

I’d like to see you stop me.

Resolution #1: Be more headstrong and stubborn.


Resolution #1: To complete the act of drinking delicious strawberry lemonade and of watching High School Musical with Emory.

For those of you scratching your heads in confusion and disbelief as to how you got here, allow me to explain. As you may or may not recall, Emory had a post, dated July 30th, 2013, in which she issued a challenge:

say it out loud a fangirl

This was searched twice. What am I missing out on? It sounds remarkably like song lyrics. If any aspiring song-writers out there have way too much time on their hands and have lost control of their lives anyway, I would love for you to write me this song. If you do, I will personally make you a strawberry lemonade. I might drink it, but I will dedicate it to you.

Now I am never one to not accept a challenge (especially if the reward involves strawberry lemonade). So I replied:


So began her long wait for my first (and so far only) piece of music (save my Tears of Joy/Joy to the World mashup). Then, on November 9th, 2013, I fulfilled my promise. It is now January 9th, 2015. I still haven’t gotten strawberry lemonade, mostly because we live three hours away. But now, we can both can drive and we are both a year more magical. SO THIS YEAR WILL BE THE YEAR! THE YEAR OF THE STRAWBERRY LEMONADE!



I don’t quite recall how we decided upon High School Musical

So far, Resolution #1 is my only resolution. I’ve not had much success with resolutions in the past. For example, as a joke I decided that my first resolution of the year 2013 would be to be sleeping to welcome in the New Year. I wasn’t going to any rad parties so I figured that’d be an easy and good way to start off 2014. However, I proceeded to stay up texting a dear friend until after midnight.

Now you see why I don’t give advice on resolutions. But if I were to actually have more resolutions, I’d probably want them to be something like:

  • Do at least ten things from my “Gotta Do It” board on Pinterest
  • Make a super-oober good cosplay, a cosplay so accurate you’d think it was real
  • Journal more
  • Stop biting my nails
  • Get my mug business rolling
  • Watch as much Netflix as I possibly can
  • Organize/clean/clean out my room
  • Attend a concert (I’m looking at you, twenty one pilots.)

(I just realized that I can change the font color….. My world is exploding….)

So! Merry Christmas, a Happy New Year, and may all your resolutions succeed!

The Imperfect Journey: 3rd Edition

Why am I blogging? I really should be taking advantage of my time by doing homework and cleaning my room. However, I am spending it listening to Christmas music, writing mashups, and blogging.

Author’s note: My brain is still recovering from our hunting trip and I cannot be held responsible for things that don’t make sense.

The Imperfect Journey

Our third annual Zumwalt hunting trip began with six characters: my dad, myself, my sister (Natasha), and my little bro (Ike), Mr. Schrum and his boy, Flop. All of us had tags and we were ready to put some meat in the freezer. While my Uncle THUNDAR has joined us the past two years, Mr. Schrum and his boy, Flop, joined us this year and they were fantastic hunting partners.

We were on our way to Zumwalt at 6:00 am and about two hours into our journey, the awning on the trailer ripped off.

And so the Imperfect Journey began.

From year one, our trip has been unofficially dubbed “The Imperfect Journey” simply because nothing is every perfect, and this year was no different. Yet, even with all the mishaps, there are important lessons learned. For example,

  • We were getting within shooting range of the herd we were stalking; then right as we got close, someone shot into the herd and drove them a million yards* away from us. Twice.
    Lesson Learned: Don’t be a mean hunter and if someone is getting close to a herd you are also stalking, just let them take it.
  • My dad and Mr. Schrum tried to make coffee in a retro coffee-thingy. Unfortunately, it didn’t work. Mr. Schrum offered my dad some Folgers instant coffee. Unfortunately, my dad had the grainiest cup of coffee in the existence of ever.
    Lesson Learned: Not all Folgers coffee is instant.
  • While we were quartering the elk, my dad nearly stabbed himself with the knife. Then the second time he got himself in the knee.
    Lesson Learned: Knives and low blood sugar are not a good combo.
    Lesson Learned: There isn’t really a lesson to be learned from that. It was just strange because the past two years it was freezing and snowy.

*Author’s note: If you want to sound really cool and hunter-like, describe distances in terms of yards. It will make you sound like you know what you’re talking about. Even if you are horrible at estimating distances (like me).

I also learned how hard it is to pack out an elk on your back across a prairie (which is not flat, mind you).

My little bro (Ike) and Mr. Schrum’s boy, Flop, got their elk on opening day which was awesome. It wasn’t too far from the road and we got the meat quartered out with in about two hours. My little bro, my dad, and myself put the meat in our packs and we got the Schrum’s meat on their sled. Then we were off! Being without the sled, my little bro, my dad, and myself were a bit faster so we started on a path that would be easier for the sled. After much toil, the others (my sister, Mr. Schrum and his boy, Flop) told us (over the walkie talkie) that the sled had split right down the middle which made them unable to get their meat to the truck.* (We went and got the meat the next day. Don’t worry.)

We gasped for breath and groaned, bending over to relieve our backs from the 80+ pounds that were weighing down on them. My pack’s waist buckle didn’t work either, so my shoulders were screaming at me. Now our little group was too far into our current, more difficult path to turn to an easier path and so we continued on. Push through the pain, take a break. Push through the pain, take a break. Push through the pain, take a break. Push through the pain, take a break.** That’s how we rolled–er, fought our way through. Then the worst happened. Not only was it uneven ground, not only was the meat heavy, not only was it getting darker by the minute, not only was my pack not very supporting; but my blood sugar was very, extremely low. Therefore, I had some near crying experiences for go good reason.***

Well, I guess we all were pretty miserable. I suppose I was crying for all of us.

Finally, at the end of our long and treacherous journey, we saw the lights of the truck through the black night that seemed to smother us. Weakly, we climbed into the truck. I fist bumped my brother and stared into the night the entire car ride to camp. And while a part of me felt like Frodo:

I was slightly delirious and felt more like quoting random Shakespeare quotes via Leonardo DeCaprio.

Yeah. I was kinda out of it. However, I have been promoted to Warrior and am doing a pretty good job at living up to my title.

The End

*Lesson Learned: Even if a sled says it can carry deer or elk, it means it can carry deer on flat, even ground.
Lesson Learned: I now sympathize with Sam and Frodo. You two are intense.
***Lesson Learned: If you are under a lot of weight and stress, be sure to eat beforehand.

To finish off this post, I would like to give a shout-out to my dad. He’s taken a lot of time to give us kids the opportunity to hunt and has gone through a lot of painful experiences with us to put meat on the table. He also doesn’t mind if we don’t want to hunt (which is really manly of him). I do plan to keep hunting though. May we ever have stronger backs and more meat! Thanks, Dad. 🙂