HanstheBanans's Open Salon Blog

Top ten things I wish I knew before college

Tue, 3 Feb 2009 01:02:38 -0500

As a senior in high school I'm looking for all of the advice I can get in terms of college and so when my AP English lit. teacher said that every friday she would be giving people's list of ten things they wish they knew before college I was ecstatic, but being the impatient person that I am waiting a whole week for me is just to damn long so I decided to ask you fine people: What are the top ten things you wish you knew before you went to college?

An Ode to the teenage boy of your dreams

Mon, 2 Feb 2009 19:02:34 -0500

This is an ode to that boy that stole your heart, the boy with the strong masculine build ,and and the great hair you wanted to run your fingers through, the mysterious one who you thought was intellectual and deep, the bad boy that made you want to break the rules, and then you found out he was justy like everyone else....this is a an ode to that boy.

(Mine just happened to be named Alex but you can insert any name you want)

Awkwardness is Alex. Unsure but calm, stubborn ,and frustrating. Loyal like a dream but unpredictable like a nightmare. Thoughts of him flow easy and smooth; ink creating the lines that describe the heart that makes him speak and thaink and you fall in love with those words, he takes them in and breathes them out in a whirl of color that makes girls fall down the rabbit hole he keeps in his mind. Sharing it piece by piece, but never letting everyone share in the mad tea perty. So calculated afraid to trip and miss a yellow brick.

Worry what's the worst that could happen? We'd see you living, breathing as you, but then a laugh come curious to know more. Unraveling and letting each limb stick to the unknown. Clining to the useful and purging the knowledge stretched and worn after years of use.

The force with which you throw yourself in to the deep end calls for caution and attention the kind which applause is usually a by-product--until you see the back stroke for what it fully is ; a doggy paddle used by the innocent to mask everything they are unable to say. Others, unsure, picking and sniping away conversations in hopes of preserving the glass box we let you live in. But one day the Queen will discover that you painted the roses red and it will be off with your porcelain head.

25 pieces of adloescent life

Mon, 2 Feb 2009 01:02:18 -0500

Despite the fact that I don't find myself a very interesting , exciting , or experienced ( this is not my fault as I am still a minor) person I was sure I could never fill a 25 things list but my friend insisted I create one so here it goes.

1. I was kicked out of ballet class when I was 8 for biting a girls hand.Whe

2. The best complimant I ever recieved was when my old therapist told me I was " The most manipulating girl she had ever met"

3. When I was a year old I wiped oven cleaner on my face and it burned the much of the skin on the left side of my face off

4. A lesson I was taught at a Christian school I attended contributed to my becoming an Atheist

5. I can't ride a bike

6. I feel like smacking people when they tell me my name is a palandrome ( it's like yeah, no shit sherlock)

7. I feel special getting to say I am a Lefty

8. It gets lonely being the black sheep of the family

9. I love the way I look, I love every piece of fat and flab

10. I have 50 purses, and I want more

11. I know Sign Language, and love signing with my hard of hearing friend and his Deaf sister infront of my friends who don't know sign. It feels like my own secret club.

12. I was forced to attend cheerleading camp for 4 years becuase they wouldn't let girls be in football camp. I now attend a high school that doesn't have either sport, and the money that would go to them now goes to the plays I am in, it feels like my small taste of revenge.

13. I used to have a speech impediment

14. I love hitting on teachers for fun

15. I listen to Harry Potter on CD as I fall asleep

16. I've seen Daniel Radcliffe naked infront of me, it was amazing.

17. I was cast as Kenickie in Grease

18. I think I have a piercing fetish

19. I enjoy knowing that my tatse in movies in more indie that yours

20. I say I don't care anymore, but I really want to ask.....Grayson to prom

21. I AP english ruins literature

22. I check Postsecret religiously every week hoping to see a secret about me

23. If I'm upset or anrgy I look at wedding dresses and prom dresses to make myself feel better

24. I've always wanted to be mugged

25. In lue of going to my last winter formal of high school I spent the night with my friends signing along to Mama Mia. It was one of the most fun nights of my life.

Girlshapedtragedy

Sun, 1 Feb 2009 19:02:28 -0500

Girlshapedtragedy

By Hannah Swenson

I waste away as street lamps she their taste of hope briefly until they realize I am a waste; no hope, no encouragement.Streets are my beauty, my tragedy, the end of the line blinking back every wrong turn. But the feet continue walking even closer, knowing the consquences that lay ahead, bear traps itching for flesh. The window panes close, the curtains not able to watch the self-destruction; the eyes begging for the end. Th lips blocking any cry for help. Caution tape and chalk lines are her guide; the mind one day hoping for a chalk portrait for its own. All at one the senses crack, the whip breaks its frozen gears begin to turn on her, she sees her her limbs leave her, she calls; longing for them back, promising to change, crying out for a second chance. The streetlamps lights flicker and die, the door knob quiver, dropping copper tears onto the welcome mats. She smiles knowing it's the end. The beginning began and came and went, one eye shuts and then the other. And the beauty gets her tragedy.

If anyone has any advice for improvement it would be greatly appreciated

Suburban Bitch

Sun, 1 Feb 2009 02:02:17 -0500

Ok I know I just posted my first piece but I am so excited that I decided to post another one, this one is very different from the first it's a poem that reflects the kind of girls that live a in suburbia where I live. so, yeah.

Suburban Bitch

By Hannah Swenson

Blonde, Blue, White, these are words I am identified by

I am a suburban house, a white pickett fence

I am a million Christmas presents

A designer bg toting bitch who doesn't give a shit

I am a mercedes driving super sweet sixteen wild child party queen

spending hundred dollar bills I didn't earn

I am LOL's and OMG's

I give it up easy but say I'm not sleazy

I am tanning salon barbie doll blonde

showin' off her thong, hurry up don't take too long

cause I've got places to go and people to see

I want it now please Daddy, please kind of spolied brat

I am the attention whore who stole your boyfriend becuase I can

Can you guess who I am?