my pop punk life

In case you missed it, I got married June 19. Shortly thereafter, my husband and I ran away so we could go on our honeymoon to Kauai. It was nice. One of the things and Isaiah and I discovered was that, much like Laie and the rest of the North Shore here on Oahu, there is no shortage of feral chickens wandering around the lands of Kauai. The chickens here on Oahu are loud, obnoxious, and annoying. The chickens of Kauai aren't that much more different but LET ME TELL YOU THEY ARE GORGEOUS The chickens here on Oahu look like feral chickens. They're a little rough around the edges, a little scrappy, and given a choice, you really would rather not eat one. They're not very pretty. The chickens on Kauai, on the other hand, are absolutely gorgeous specimens that appear to be in perfect plump health and will absolutely destroy you if you look like you're going to eat food that could be theirs. While getting shave ice, Isaiah and I watched one big rooster terrorize ...

One week ago, I stood with my fiance and friends in front of our local movie theater, waiting for the doors to open so that we could watch the newest installment of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Avengers: Age of Ultron. I was so stoked. I had been waiting since I walked out of the theater after Avengers to watch the sequel, and here it was. This was my time. I quite enjoyed it. It's a good movie, and I got so excited during the movie that apparently I almost broke my fiance's hand by squeezing it so hard. But there was one part (and spoilers are after this, if you haven't seen it yet and wish to avoid them) that stuck out with me and bothered me, even while I was in the middle of excitedly watching the film. It was Natasha Romanoff. Now, I have seen essay after essay after post after well-intentioned opinion written about the characterization of Black Widow in this movie. I'm not going to talk about her romance with Bruce Banner and I'm not going to tal...

I got engaged about a month ago. It was a beautiful surprise, and I'm thrilled to be getting married to the love of my life. However, since getting engaged, there has been one drawback that has come up. My ring has now, a month since I started wearing it, attacked three people. I know what you're thinking. "Carina, that's ridiculous. It's an inanimate object. Rings can't attack people." You might be right, but I've got one fiance and two friends who would beg to differ. At first it started out like an accident. I was in my social dance class, and one of my friends there was feeling feverish, and asked me to confirm her suspicions. With an instinct guided by years of checking children for fevers, I pressed the outside of my left hand to her forehead, promptly stabbing her sensitive head-skin with my new diamond ring. My friend responded with a loud "ow!" and I quickly apologized in the most profuse manner. We made up, and I resolved to b...