I am Kara.

Finally, blogging time. I’m sitting in my serene, black and white room listening to the last few fireworks go off and thinking about what I should be writing about tonight. I haven’t blogged in a while because I haven’t had really anything to talk about, and I’m kinda in the same position tonight. lol.

As always I’ve been thinking a lot about life lately and this time I’ve been contemplating not caring what people think vs. caring about other’s opinions. My conclusion? I’m going to be me. And I guess this is all coming from a possible minor health scare I’m going through. I really don’t want to expand on it yet because it may just turn out to be nothing…. but in case it’s not I don’t wanna regret not being me to the fullest.

I’m Kara and I like peace signs, and recycling and things made from hemp. I’m Kara and when it comes to politics i sway to the right, I’ll register as a republican, I believe in raeganomics. I’m Kara and I like plaid, crocs, and antique jewelry. I work at the lake and hate camping, never have been on a boat, and can barely tell you what the fishing is like. I’m arrogant and it’s because I think it’s funny, my cockiness is a joke. I’m Kara and I work my butt off in debate and newspaper and FBLA because I am the definition of a nerd. I’m independent and will never need anybody else but me, even though there are many who I want in my life. I don’t like bright colors, unnatural light, or loud noises. I am Kara.

So I’m going to wear red just because I want to, even though it doesn’t compliment my hair. I’m going to wear my hippie peace signs and still keep my conservative beliefs. I’m going to continue to think that religion is ridiculous because I don’t need a church to pray. I’m not going to change my attitude because I like who I am.

I’m Kara, take it or leave it. I don’t care what you think of me because I’ve always known who I am, and it’s not changing.