Swan's blog: "hello, i'm bored"

I hate where I'm at and I wish there was a magic fix for it. I try to be happy but my heart breaks. No, there's nobody's ass to kick over it. It isn't any one person that breaks my heart -- its just the world. I will check in at a later date.

I just felt like writing. I don't really have anything to say. What kind of perfume does everyone like? My all time favorite is Cool Water, Hugo Woman, Clinique Happy, Happy Heart, Curious. There's a few others I like. But generally the more expensive, the better they smell. I always smell good for a date, that's for sure. Not that I go on dates or anything because that would be totally weird! I've never had a real date! rough day. jr high kids...ugh.

Hourly Update Thief walks out of Victoria's Secret with 350 bras Associated Press Tucson, Arizona | Published: 09.26.2007 advertisement FLAGSTAFF — A thief with a hankering for sexy undergarments slipped off with hundreds of bras from a Victoria’s Secret store in broad daylight. Police in Flagstaff say they’re taking a close look at how the thief managed to take off with about 350 bras while the store was open. The anti-theft tags hooked on the bras did not trigger a store alarm. The theft from the store at the Flagstaff Mall on Sunday was not captured by surveillance cameras, police said. They suspect the items may be resold, and are monitoring Internet auction sites. The bras are worth an estimated $15,000. Karma is a bitch! :D

If you listen to Korn's freak on a leash, he does the little gibberish thing. While driving down the road, my roommate finally figured out the message in it. "Mmm! Binaca! Mmm! I'm not emo!" And no, we don't do drugs.

I realize that I'm being utterly ridiculous, but I'm always doing something strange. I got in an argument with the trashcan. "Anger becomes you!" it said. "Shut the fuck up until you learn to show me some respect," I replied. I was a little pissed because i threw away 2 things. After a minute, the trashcan regurgitated and spit them up on the floor. Of course, this was after it sprouted a cushion on the top of itself. The sad thing is, most of this I'm not making up. The conversation with the trashcan was actually in my head, but the rest really happened. Oh, to be an X-Y coordinate on the lifeline of a parabola.

I'm not lazy...at least I don't think I am. I am just tired and worn thin. I worked so hard in school to finish early so maybe it is normal for me to want to PLAY a bit......I really don't wanna go to work..I know as adults we have to do stuff anyway we don't wanna do but this really sucks. I am so picky and I don't want just ANY job (for my FT job anyway...PT is different). I *KNOW* I need to. My asthma situation is getting desperate, and my roommate has to be my "eyes" because they are alot worse and my lenses are too weak to really help me. Every time I talk to dad, he offers me money...that's all fine and great but I'm supposed to be own my own now and I'd rather keel over and die from an asthma attack than accept their money. I already owe them quite a chunk of gold for helping me pay off my disney trip to a psycho ex. BLAH I am just BLAH lately

I really love it here in texas but i wonder if i just love it so much because i can run away from my life back at home. i don't really want to go back even to finish school./ i'd just like to have everything i own packed and shipped here to me. i love it here. i love my life here...I love my friends here and for the first time, I feel like people love me...here. I don't have to be anybody but myself, and I like that. Screw Mississippi. Too many bad memories there.

You know, I don't know why, but I like needles. I like piercings. I actually have LESS than I used to have, but I'm okay with that. A few weeks ago, I decided that I wanted my ears pierced again to bring it to a total of 3 holes on one side, and 2 on the other. (one of my ears has a cartilage piercing, and the other does not). So. I go to wal-mart. The lady gives me the pen to mark on myself. Not a good idea since its difficult. Instead of seeing where I wanted it, and marking it FOR ME ON BOTH EARS, she is just like.. "Oh..i know where you want it, I'll eyeball it..i can get it just right." That statement should have made me RUN for my life. As a result, I then had my ears pierced alright. IN TWO TOTALLY DIFFERENT LOCATIONS. Of course they didn't let me get a real good look before I left. So 2 days later, I'm looking verrrrrry closely...and I nearly fell out of my chair at how "off" they were. It really wasn't that obvious just looking at it, but it was really bad. So, I went BACK to walmart, and went to their customer service and I made them look at my ears and I told them that I wanted it REDONE and I did not want to have to pay for it again. I'm not one to bitch over something that didn't cost very much, HOWEVER, THIS IS A PERMANENT WHOLE IN MY BODY. Luckily, the girl working had quite a few piercings herself and she was like. Ooo. Yeah. Its bad. Go talk to the jewelry department. They have their own policies. So i did just that. The lady that originally did my piercing wasn't there. And the little tramp working tried to tell me that IT WAS MY OWN FAULT BECAUSE THEY ALWAYS MARK YOUR EARS AND YOU HAVE TO OKAY/APPROVE IT. OH NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!! I said. I was livid. ANd I explained that the lady didn't mark my ears and that I wanted them repierced, that they were terribly off, and I wasn't going to freaking pay for it again. I then explained that there was no way it could be my fault since I didn't even do the damn piercing. they were the ones. After much arguing, the girl finally relented to allow me to come back after a week and have them done. She told me to take it out. Duh. I'm certainly not gonna leave that hole in there cause its way bad off. the little tramp then wanted me to come back on certain days between certain hours and it was just ridiculous. the more i thought about it, the more I decided that I really didn't want to have them futzing with my ears again. So I went to the walmart in the city i live in instead of the walmart in the city where i go to school. the people at that walmart were horrified. after getting management approval, I had THEM redo my one ear that was in the wrong spot. I'm now happy. The end.

Clowns MUST be on prozac. There is just no other explanation. However, not everyone on prozac is a clown.

This is why grand canyons should not reproduce. *yawn*