tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84109975083612396582024-02-06T19:50:00.196-08:00oh8thirtyoneMy own opinion about new/old music, new/old fashion, makeup, hair-do's or donts, travelling, and life as a college student. (;KillaKara.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203937698547981709noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410997508361239658.post-76793960599072131002011-05-31T14:27:00.000-07:002011-06-29T11:56:04.480-07:003months.<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">...exactly until my <strong>18</strong>th birthday. Sigh, I have a <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">bone</span> to pick with my mother about this! Okay so it's not exactly her fault that I happened to be born on the<strong> exact</strong> last day of summer. (School starts on September 1st for college students, generally) the next time someone starts a sentence with "We are gonna club SOO much this summer! oh wait, Kara's not...” I'm gonna scream (bloody murder) Pft. Here are my summer plans(; for the most part.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMUv0Fwc02O9cEtuT5oOQz29BeEFx_1UXJyKgJKUdZjN8cHy17i5CXOYBEoSWfjFPBBn_Q7BWTkWnpNqrw87mR3mysN9fZWDdagW8cplsGngmN9zAgLaHeBb477c1n-1w1FkSDiVLUQL9A/s1600/249555_225174320827849_100000058488419_950760_4838523_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMUv0Fwc02O9cEtuT5oOQz29BeEFx_1UXJyKgJKUdZjN8cHy17i5CXOYBEoSWfjFPBBn_Q7BWTkWnpNqrw87mR3mysN9fZWDdagW8cplsGngmN9zAgLaHeBb477c1n-1w1FkSDiVLUQL9A/s320/249555_225174320827849_100000058488419_950760_4838523_n.jpg" t8="true" width="232" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><shapetype coordsize="21600,21600" filled="f" id="_x0000_t75" o:preferrelative="t" o:spt="75" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" stroked="f"><stroke joinstyle="miter"></stroke><formulas><f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"></f><f eqn="sum @0 1 0"></f><f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"></f><f eqn="prod @2 1 2"></f><f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"></f><f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"></f><f eqn="sum @0 0 1"></f><f eqn="prod @6 1 2"></f><f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"></f><f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"></f><f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"></f><f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"></f></formulas><path gradientshapeok="t" o:connecttype="rect" o:extrusionok="f"></path><lock aspectratio="t" v:ext="edit"></lock></shapetype><shape alt="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMUv0Fwc02O9cEtuT5oOQz29BeEFx_1UXJyKgJKUdZjN8cHy17i5CXOYBEoSWfjFPBBn_Q7BWTkWnpNqrw87mR3mysN9fZWDdagW8cplsGngmN9zAgLaHeBb477c1n-1w1FkSDiVLUQL9A/s320/249555_225174320827849_100000058488419_950760_4838523_n.jpg" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMUv0Fwc02O9cEtuT5oOQz29BeEFx_1UXJyKgJKUdZjN8cHy17i5CXOYBEoSWfjFPBBn_Q7BWTkWnpNqrw87mR3mysN9fZWDdagW8cplsGngmN9zAgLaHeBb477c1n-1w1FkSDiVLUQL9A/s1600/249555_225174320827849_100000058488419_950760_4838523_n.jpg" id="Picture_x0020_1" o:button="t" o:spid="_x0000_s1026" style="height: 240.2pt; margin-left: 1in; margin-top: 0px; mso-position-horizontal-relative: text; mso-position-horizontal: absolute; mso-position-vertical-relative: text; mso-position-vertical: top; mso-wrap-distance-bottom: 0; mso-wrap-distance-left: 9pt; mso-wrap-distance-right: 9pt; mso-wrap-distance-top: 0; mso-wrap-style: square; position: absolute; visibility: visible; width: 173.95pt; z-index: 1;" type="#_x0000_t75"><imagedata o:title="249555_225174320827849_100000058488419_950760_4838523_n" src="file:///C:\Users\kbannis\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image001.jpg"></imagedata><wrap type="square"></wrap></shape><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br clear="all" style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">7. Can definitely be toned down a bit. The opposite can probably be said about my plans (;</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Speaking of...I might be in love. No names are going to be used but basically he kisses like heaven and tastes like Wrigley's Spearmint, my favorite, and smells like late night(if you can imagine the best smell in the world, that’s it). He thinks I’m mean and its love for sure. Ehk maybe I shouldn’t say that, but for reallll, I’m giddy with it. sh<em>ut up Kara, right NOW</em>. </span><span style="font-family: "Verdana", "sans-serif"; font-size: 7.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Doubleeep</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><a href="http://www.playlist.com/playlist/22036905995/standalone">Here</a> be a celebration of my 9 month anniversary of being 17 going on 18. </span></div>KillaKara.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203937698547981709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410997508361239658.post-86053302461459143522011-05-10T12:59:00.000-07:002011-05-10T12:59:55.382-07:00Before College there is...<span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS", "sans-serif";"> <span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS", "sans-serif";">Well, Graduation from High School of course! It’s the end of something and the beginning at the same time. But before Graduation is...<span style="background-color: white; color: black;">PROM</span>. meow. I cannot wait, I must say (; Pictures to be posted later! I think if I didn’t have some sort of notebook to right things down in I would become sick with of nothingisplanneditis and quickly die of heartbreak over a failed life. SO, with that said I have been jotting down a playlist of songs I want played at my graduation party and Prom. (I’m very fond of lists, I even have a list of baby names that I like, so that in ten years or so when I’m ready to have a baby, I’ll have a list on hand with a solid selection, and no worries) My list for Graduation goes something like <a href="http://www.playlist.com/playlist/21938952715/standalone">this</a>.( the second half starting with Bottoms up is my idea for Prom) I could go on and on. That’s a very small snippet, if you can believe it. My list for Prom is looking a lot more like Nicki Minaj, booty-shakin’ Ludacris, dirty South framework. . With some Techno and Dub step thrown in, king of prom playlists could be born...unfortunately my school's principal has more Justin Beiber and Miley Cyrus in mind for my personal tastes, since when did she get a degree to be a DJ? Tell her to listen to <a href="http://fratmusic.com/">Fratmusic.com</a> sometime! Anyways the after party, err parties are when the real music and fun is going to happen. A <s style="text-line-through: double;">night</s> weekend to remember? Let’s hope so :)</span><br />
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</div></span>KillaKara.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203937698547981709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410997508361239658.post-53454104194467922772011-05-09T12:21:00.000-07:002011-05-09T13:45:08.134-07:00In the Beginning.<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">First I guess I need to explain myself. I am <strong>17</strong> years old. I live in Pasadena, Texas, right outside of Houston. I love the beach, and being <span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Texan</span>. I work, I go to school, and I love fashion and music. I will be starting my first year of college in the fall at University of Houston <em>Honors College <(yuhhh bigshot)</em>. I would also like to add that I have no idea what I want to do (in college and in life in general) , with that in mind I began this blog as a sort of venue to "discovering myself" <em>don’t judge me okay?</em> I know a million other people have started a blog that may or may not be just like this one with the goal of getting rich (or die trying) but I’m just here to add my two cents about music and fashion, and anything else I want to write about, in my honest and sometimes sarcastic way. In all likelihood no one but my mother will read this blog, but who cares. I’m gonna do it for me. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh, and <strong>08/31</strong> is my birthday. Just so we're clear.</span>KillaKara.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203937698547981709noreply@blogger.com0