Sunday, October 2, 2011

I don't think you guys realize how long it's been

I don't care. No fucks were given in my absence.

But I'm pretty bored so I guess I'll catch everyone up on the subject of my life. Now. Where did I leave off? Oh, I started school and stuff. So now I can officially call myself a senior. 2012, BABYY. It's pretty exciting and I feel like a few things have changed. I joined the tennis team AND WE'RE MOTHERFUCKIN' BEAST, BITCH. I went to my first high school party. I took the SAT and saw The Black Keys in concert. It's been a pretty good month if I do say so myself.

Things to come:

- Birthday, bitch
- Getting a tattooooooooooo
- Going to see Kneecole.
- Applying to college.

I hope all of you are having fun and being badasses.

Sunday, August 21, 2011


I hope she'll still love me even if this is a blog post at 2:30 in the afternoon.

I'm sorry Alex. I got locked out of my house last night at 2AM and no one would let me in. BUT THAT'S NO EXCUSE. I promised you a blog and I failed you. I guess this could be the blog dedicated to you though.


lessss do dis.

Dear Alex Danko and Sara Witkowski,
First off, cool names. Really. The coolest I've ever heard/said to myself hundreds of times. Now, I believe it was back in November-ish when I became friends with your lover Nicole Gausch. We started something beautiful, really. From there I found your blog. I would sit in class and get all giddy when I saw a new post and I'd spend the next 15 minutes reading it, and then feel abandoned when it was over. True story. This happened frequently. Then when Nicole and I became Facebook friends I found you guys and I'll admit, I did some creepin'. But you can't really blame me. YOU GUYS ARE PRETTY AND YOUR PICTURES MAKE ME WANT TO THROW UP RAINBOWS. I wanted to send the friend request, but felt a little weird about it. So I kept to commenting on Blogger. Granted I don't do it that much. But I've tried not to be as big of a creep with you guys as I am with Nicole.

I don't really remember where I was going with this. I really only did this because Alex told me to and I felt obliged to do so. But to end it I'll give you guys a few reasons why we should be the best of friends:

  1. I'm already friends with all the important people in Pennsylvania. Might as well join in on the love.
  2. I have great music taste.
  3. I'm getting this notion that I'm funny as shit.
  4. I'll call you pretty no matter what.
  5. I'll bake ya cookies.
That's really about it.

This entire thing makes me look like a lesbian. Awkward.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Day 1 of Mallory being Gone

Shit, the day's not even over yet and I've already done damage.

BUT, before we get to that let me explain. Mallory's gone. I think she got kidnapped or something. I don't know. But she's going to be gone for TWO WEEKS. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that? In case you guys haven't noticed I rely on Mallory a lot and most of my fun comes from that little ginger...that sounded wrong. Back track. I. Am. Not. A. Lesbian. I asked her how I should spend these two weeks and she told me to:

-Booth for her.
-Get a job. What the fuck? No.....maybe.
-Finish that collage I never finished. NOPE.
-Hang out with that beaner. That beaner has bandcamp. Forever alone.
-Read a motherfuckin' book. Bitch took all my books.
-Plan a surprise for when she comes back. Chyeah, ok

In these last few hours I've done none of that. Instead I've made the decision to try out for the tennis team and managed to hit a guy on a motorcycle. Well, he hit me. It was kind of sort of not my fault. Basically, the guy tried to zoom around me as I was trying to turn, but I made a last minute decision and it ended wrong. I think the dude has a broken shoulder, but neither of us got a ticket.

So...yeah. Tits and shit. That's probably going to be the highlight of the next two weeks.

I hope all you bitches are having fun.

Friday, July 8, 2011

So it's this girl's birthday

Her name's Mallory. You may have heard of her. You know, I mention her in about EVERY ONE OF MY BLOG POSTS.

But in case this is the first time you're reading The GetUp Kid, I'd like to say Welcome and here's my best friend Mallory:

It's her natural face for anything.

But anyway, it's her birthday. She's FINALLY 17. My little girl is growing up you guys. Soon she's going to be out in the real world. Doing them hard drugs like CRACK. But it's her life. I'll let her live it the way she wants. 

Since Mallory is now 17 it means that we are now the same age. Which is great because I was getting tired of being the oldest in the group. But this sweet bliss will only last for two months, because then I'LL BE 18 BABY! Sorry, this isn't about me. It's about Mallory.

If you read this blog, which I hope you do because you're currently on a blogging website, then you know that me and Mallory have had our ups and downs. We go through this thing called phases where neither of us wants to talk to the other and we just simply, not hate each other, but despise each other. The only word I can thing of these periods is: hell

But we always manage through. 

Contrary to popular belief, Mallory and I did not meet at an old general store in the middle of winter because we needed to buy food to feed our families. We actually met Freshman year of our own personal hell: high school. We had the same homeroom. The Binkster. I made Mallory sit in front of me and talk to me because I hated everyone in the room. And well, yeah. That was the first time we talked. Sophomore year we had Career Management together. A class in which it's as dumb as it sounds. We spent our time getting on Omegle and being cool kids. I still don't remember what that class was about.

Then it happened. The most amazing things of all things. We. Hung. Out. I don't know how. I don't know when. Though I know it was in January because that's when I got my license. But we did it. We hung out. You'd think because we love Taco Bell so much that the first we ever hung out would be at a Taco Bell. Nope. We went to Sonic. It kind of sucked, but it was still great. I had a picture from that day that I wanted to show you guys, but I've seemed to have misplaced it.

Anywho, since then we've been friends. And eventually we became best friends. Thanks to, you know, that little thing called the Fluff War. 

We've been through some hard times and we've through some really great times. There's so much that I could say about this ginger, but I've decided that there's just too many inside jokes to put into one blog post. So I guess I'll just leave you guys with this:

Dear Buster,
I hate you. Nawww jus' kiddin', jus' kiddin'. But forrealz, that time in Vietnam was great. Tragic, but great because that's where I met my best friend. We've watched our pals die off one by one and we've been waiting for our time. It just seems like Baby Jesus doesn't want us to die though. Since we've been home we've gotten married to two of the loveliest ladies around and we've managed to create a few little squirts to run around the yard as we both sit back and watch the burgers cook on the grill. I'm glad you've managed to live this long because that means that I'm not the only old fart left on Earth. I know that if I ever need someone to talk or rant about the war with that I can just come to you, my best friend. Here's to 50 long years on this earth and may we live 50 more.
Your friend,

Also, Mallory and I have been to Uwharrieq.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Camping Adventures

My computer got fixed faster than expected. So here are some videos.

But first here's a video of Diamond and I:

And now Camping Adventures:

And finally:

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Hey Guize

My computer's broken. Sad, I know.

So camping post will be delayed. Maybe if you go bug Mallory she'll write one.

When I return I'll have videos.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

And here we are

Less than 4 hours away from...Camping. Two days in the woods with these chicks

We're either going to die in the woods or come back hating each other. I honestly can't think of which one I want more, because these are really my only friends. Not really. But they're my two favorite.

But you may be wondering why these three 'suburban' girls are going camping. I don't really know if suburban is the right word to use, but let's just go with it. There's no need for us to be camping. No need at all. We spend our nights on the internet and at Taco Bell. We get angry if you wake us up before noon. We don't hike or do outdoorsy things. So why, I ask you, WHY?!

Because Mallory made a list. A list of things she wants to complete before summer ends. And on that list there are "Drive some where far without my parents" and "Stay the night some where far away without my parents" And so came camping. Also on the list is "Tan naked on a roof." That girl and the things she comes up with.

So because of this list we will be driving two hours to Boone, NC and sleeping in the woods. So for all you axe murderers out there, you know where to find us.

You'd think spending two days in the woods would give us motivation to get prepared, right?


We are procrastinators loud and proud.

I originally had a video of Diamond Dix and I but YouTube was being gay so you'll have to wait till a later day for that, but to make up for it; this is a picture of Mallory that I found on my camera.