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.

Monday, June 20, 2011

College and Stuff

Oh God where to begin. It's like 13 months until I go to college. Seems long, I know. But to me it doesn't. Especially since I'm so unprepared. Well, not really. I just need that dumb SAT.

But I'll manage through. for the greater good.

Today I came back from Asheville and I can really see myself going to school there. It's artsy and it's small and it's far enough from home that I'll have to learn to grow up and I feel that that's what I need. Plus I'll fit in well with the other freaks.

What was the point of this? I'm sure none of you care. I'm really, kind of, sort of, excited for college. I'm not really scared. Maybe that will come later, but for right now I'm pretty cool about it. My parents promised me a bike. I fucking love bikes.

Now I just got to get through this pesky high school.

Here's some music:

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Day 15

of not buying CD's. My mind has become hazy. My eyesight has blurred. All I can think about is buying wonderful music for 3, 4 , $5. I can barely make it through the day. It seems that this is my rock bottom.

My name is Chloe Collins and I'm a CD buying addict.
Back when I had this great job that paid $10 an hour I'd go to this wonderful place called Edward McKay's and buy loads of CDs. Literally. Shit added up.

And when I say I went every week, I mean I went EVERY week.

The gallery I work at is closing, which means no more $10 an hour, which means until I find another job no more CD buying. I really need to save my money, but just the idea is weighing me down. I've come to realize that it isn't the CD itself that I'm addict to. It's the fact that I can say "I own that CD" that I'm addict to. Because mostly I listen to my iPod. I never touch the CD's and believe me, there's a lot to touch.

One hundred and forty-eight.
Side note: I'm also very proud of owning every season of One Tree Hill

Since I've forbidden myself from going any where near a CD store, I've resulted in other ways to gather my music. And we'll just keep it at that. But if Mallory Colbert would like to flash drive me Foster the People, I'll be happy to let her borrow Gomez. And if Nicole Gausch would be nice enough to SHARE SOME OF HER DAMN MUSIC that would be greatly appreciated too.

But since I can't spend any money, I've done what I do best and have made a list of CD's to buy once I find another job:

  • PS - Toad the Wet Sprocket
  • 19, 21 - Adele
  • Every Ryan Adams that I don't already have
  • Gravity Happens - Kate Voegele
  • The Midnight Organ Fight - Frightened Rabbit
  • Low vs Diamond
  • B-Sides, O - Damien Rice
  • Hideaway - The Weepies
  • Last Night On Earth, First Day of Spring - Noah and the Whale
  • Something to Write Home About - The Get Up Kids
  • Wild Young Hearts - Noisettes
Donations are being taken. Please mail them here:

Saturday, June 4, 2011

My Rant

on religion.

My mother always told me that there are three things you should never talk about. Politics, sexuality, and RELIGION. But then again I always told my mom that I hate everyone and never follow by the man's rules.

When Mallory and I are hungry we go to Taco Bell and sit in a shady parking lot for hours, and of course we have conversations. Most are conversations on religion. Mallory doesn't think there's a god. Or she thinks there's a god, but she just wants proof of it.

Now here's my take:

I, for one, believe there is a God. I believe he put me on Earth and said "Do what ever the fuck you want and when you die we'll see whether you're right for heaven or hell." In my mind, we have one life and it's not as long as we all think. So why should we spend it following someone else's rules? I don't live by God. I don't go to church. I don't get on my knees and pray to him every night.
I wake up, get dressed, play Nintendo, eat what ever the hell I want, and go on with my day.

There's none of this, a.k.a things I hate about religion:

God vs. Gays - In my opinion, if being with another man or chick is what REALLY makes YOU happy then it shouldn't be ANYONE else's business. God says he loves every one. That should include gays. The Bible says we shouldn't get tattoos, or divorces. We can't wear gold or eat shellfish. The Bible also bans you from pulling out. Yeah, don't stick your penis in something if you're not prepared for the long haul. If you're gay I wish you all the happiness. Because, you sir or ma'am, have courage. Courage to walk out into this world and not be ashamed of what you really are. You go Glen Coco!

Another thing, I want to make this clear: I am in NO WAY bashing God. I am ENTIRELY complaining about people that feel it is their need to shove their religion down my throat with music, yelling, TV, and force.

So, back to this

The Bible vs. people who could really care less - I've never read the Bible, let alone a passage longer than two sentences. To me, the Bible and God are two different things. The Bible was written by a couple of Bishops who decided it was their duty to tell every one what God's message was. It just seems really long and pointless. It just goes back to what I was saying about me living my life to the best that I can. I feel that I don't need the Bible to help me do that. Now, when God comes out with a book titled "I'm God: read this shit" then, and only then, will I read it. Until then, no Bible reading for me.

Me vs. people who shove their religion down my throat - This is my biggest problem with religion. So you're really into God. Hey, THAT'S GREAT! But I'm not and let's keep it that way. I don't need you 'saving me' or helping me find Christ. You can't save me and do you even know exactly where Jesus is? No? Then shut the hell up.

The world vs. uptight Christians - We've all had that experience. You're sitting at your lunch table or in class and you're having a good time with your friends. You're telling that joke you saw on the Internet last night after you got done looking at your usual porn and you're about to get to the punchline when you say it. The most forbidden word in all of the English language. The dreaded f-word.

There's always that one punk ass kid who ruins the mood by leaning over and starts whining about your language. This is usually the kid who grew up and went to church every Sunday AND Wednesday. They're in the youth group and all of their friends go to the same church as them. This is the kid that's involved in E V E R Y T H I N G at school. Their parents are the kind of parents that want their kid to go to college and be successful, but are so blind that they can't see that their kid is a loser. This kid, my friends, is a douche. And they just love to ruin your good time by complaining about the language. Well, fuck you. What's worse than this kid? Being friends with someone just like this. Believe me, I know and I love this chick enough to censor myself when she's around. But she's also the type of girl that doesn't get mad whenever you let it slip.

Religion loyalist vs. Religion hypocrites - Also a big problem with me. I can't really explain this one as well as Mallory. So, introducing: Mallory. Or a note from Mallory:

Again, if you're a Muslim, Christian, Buddhist, or anything else your heart desires that's cool. Go off and pray to your God like there's no tomorrow. But please, PLEASE do not go and preach it in the streets or get on some lame-ass talk show and tell everyone what YOU believe in. Because almost 99.9% of the time you're going to look like some white trash bitch who can't seem to get laid. I didn't write this post to try and change your opinion of God or try to piss you off. Mostly I wrote it because I wanted to complain about something. So, enclosing, I'll leave you with my final words:

In my opinion, God put us on Earth to L I V E. He wants us to be happy and live our lives as best as possible, whether that's for him or not. He doesn't want us walking around shoving shit down other people's throats. Like penises.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

And We're Back

Chicks and gents, I'd like to welcome you back to The GetUp Kid. As you can tell, some changes have been made. Mostly E V E R Y T H I N G. I figured it was time for you guys to see something new, so I sat down and thought really hard about this. Well, not really. I had to spend my time at work doing something.

I wish I could say I've been thinking long and hard about my return to Blogger, but honestly I've just been playing Zelda. I FUCKING love Zelda.

Fuck you guys. I'm in love with a fictional character.

But while I was busy playing Zelda I did decide on a few new things for when I finally did make my return.

[insert list]
  1. I'm going to start using the word 'fuck' more. Why? Because I fucking want to. And if you don't like it then you can go...well, you know.
  2. I'm going to start talking about more controversial topics. Like my favorite: religion. Which will be coming soon to a computer near you.
  3. More hilarious pictures.
  4. I'll try not to talk about my boring job and instead talk about how I'm avoiding work. #whatwork?
  5. It's summer break. Which means: more blog posting and more Nintendo playing. And if you don't like my rambling of Super Mario and Zelda then you, sir, can just leave.
  6. I'm going to find something that makes this blog oRiGiNaL instead of just talking about my week and my nonexistent social life. I want something that I can do weekly and will be so awesome/cool that your eyes bleed.
  7. Music is the art of conversation, bitches.
  8. I'm going to say what's on my mind. I always feel as if I'm censoring myself and this is really the last place to do that.
  9. I want to meet more internet friends. Which I know that about three, maybe four, people read this blog, but COME ON. I can't stay obsessed with Nicole Gausch forever. #yesican
  10. Videos? Maybe. Mallory and I want to start a YouTube channel and become famous. Hopefully that will happen this summer.
Speaking of Mallory, here's her new blog: I have a feeling it's going to be better than mine and I'll get so discouraged that I'll just quit and never come back to Blogger. Why? Because Mallory is simply better than me. And yes, I know for a fact Mallory is sitting at home, on her bed or chair, smiling at the computer with her mouth wide open and screaming "YES!" I can just picture it. But, here it is anyway. And just like that all of my followers leave.

What's that? You won't leave? Yeah, you're all fucking liars.

But if you do stay here's an insight to what's to come:

And if you don't understand this picture it simply means: ass-kicking

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

It's been

30 odd days since I've last blogged. And, well

I didn't mean to. I swear. You'll have me back in two weeks, I promise. OK, nevermind. I don't.

But I promise to bring an end of the school year post. Because 1) this was by far the best school year I've ever had and 2) you care. deeply. I know you do.

For the time being though just sit back, relax, and miss me like crazy.

I have nothing to say here.

I'm at work avoiding my actual work.

I'm leaving.

This will get better in time.

Thursday, April 14, 2011


Sometimes I get in one of those moods where I want to talk about myself and I want to make lists and preferably make lists about myself.

This will be one of those posts.

It's lame and frankly I don't care. It's 10:08 PM and all of my friends have stopped talking to me. So its time for me to stop avoiding this shit and actually do what I semi do best and that is: blog. Actually - scratch that - I really suck at this. But I'll just keep on keepin' on.

So to start all this jazz, here you go. A list of things about me:
  1. The sound of people filing their nails creeps me out. I literally walk out of the room when someone whips one out.
  2. I'm awesome at making collages. It's my only artistic ability.
  3. Mallory Austin Colbert is my best friend. We buy CD's together.
  4. I've already ran out of things to say about myself.
  5. When I get home I instantly take my pants off...and then proceed to put on more comfortable ones.
  6. My music is best music.
  7. I will one day get Nicole Gausch to love Tyler Hilton.
  8. I read Avatar: The Last Airbender Fanfiction when I'm bored.
  9. I read Texts From Last Night when I can't sleep at night.
  10. I stalk everyone. And by everyone I mean, friends, teachers, friends of friends, and basically anyone who has an interesting profile picture.
  11. I'm taking Chinese next year and I can barely pass Spanish.
  12. I draw more pictures in my journal than I do write in it. #ihavenofeelingstowriteabout #hencethisblogpost
  13. Popping pimples is my greatest past time.
  14. I'd rather lie on my floor than sit at my desk.
  15. My job is really boring and I haven't even started working yet.
  16. There's a chair in my room, but I can't sit in it because 99.9% of the time there's clothes in it that I'm too lazy to put up. This chair costs over $1000 and it's being used to hold my clothes...
  17. Going to bed before midnight is not possible for me.
  18. I'm a natural blond.
  19. My hair was red for about three months in the seventh grade.
  20. I've listened to 'Friday' more than I probably should have.
  21. I have a fear that when I'm driving down the road at night there's always a car behind me with their headlights turned off and they're about to murder me.
  22. I was actually the Original Gangsta and every morning I wake up feeling like P. Diddy.
  23. I'm white.
  24. I have this squishy pillow that I sleep with every night.
  25. There's too much Drake Bell on my iPod for my liking.
  26. I'm ending this on a random number because I'm that predictable.
  27. Three is my favorite number.
  28. I REALLY  want to meet Morgan Freeman.
If you've read this far then I applaud you. I always say next time I'll be more interesting, but we all know that that's not possible.

[I did not buy these because I'm a hipster. I bought them because I am truly blind.]

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Hey Dudes

It's been a while. I've missed you. Let's catch up.

What's going on in your lives? Really, tell me. I want to know.
...I'll pretend like I don't already know from stalking. WHAT?!

I guess this post should've came a long time ago, but you know what, I don't care. I'm doing it now. None of you care anyway.

So, yeah. Mallory and I skipped school Thursday. Why? Because we're badasses. We didn't do anything special. Just the usual. #eattacobell. Then Friday was Dare Night 2.0 AND IT WAS PRETTY AMAZING. My team didn't suck. We pretty much gave up halfway through and did our own thing.

Sorry to the woman who now has a spray cheese penis on the back window of your Jeep. Hope ya don't mind.


This is Ashley. She's my new best friend. Not really, but she's super awesome.

And, well...yeah.

Friday I hung out with Diamond Richards, aka Crystal, and we saw The Extraordinaries and fell in love.


This post is going nowhere...

I just want you all to be as excited as I am.

I'm gonna go back to playing with my yo-yo now.

Love it.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

I'm Avoiding Life

with this post It's only natural. School has me falling asleep, which is preventing me from sleeping at home. Homework is just out of the question and all my friends hate me. That last part is a lie. But Mallory and I did go a week being bitches to each other. Why?

Because we're teenage girls.


If you don't believe me then...BOOM

I know what you're one cares. But this is the friendship of all friendships so get over it.

Now on to more serious matters. I'M BORED. And not the "right this moment" boredom. The "I'm bored all the time" boredom. School just isn't doing it for me. I need to find something to fill my life again. Something that actually gives me a reason to ____. I don't know. I just don't. know.

I'm reading a book. That's about as much as I have right now to filling that imaginary hole in my life. But eventually I'll be done reading the book. And noting that I'm a fast reader doesn't help either.

I guess I could perfect my juggling skillz....

Remember that chaotic room I had? The one with all the shit all over the walls? The one I had before deciding to paint it grey? Yeah, it's recently come to my conclusion that I really miss it. I realized that that room was my giant art project and it not only helped my boredom, but it also kept me from ripping my hair out. In a way it kept me sane. And now, I need to find something else to replace that with. I can't take pictures and I'm a horrible artist. I can feel myself hating writing more and more, which is a shame, but I figured it was bound to happen some time.

People keep telling me to find something that I love and just do it. Don't ask questions, don't resist it, just do it, and I just can't. And I guess it's because being an amazing collage/PowerPoint maker doesn't help my chances of rolling in the doe.

I'm done complaining now. Just one of those nights.


And then I'm seeing these dudes the day after!

Wednesday, March 16, 2011


did I watch this?

It's just bad and now I can never erase it from my brain. The only thing I got out of it was...

Saturday, March 5, 2011

March 4, 2011

Let me just break down March 4, 2011 for you. It was only the best day ever.

People that ramble about their day on here kind of annoy me (even though I totally do it), but I'm about to do it, because March 4, 2011 was amazing.

I woke up at 8, giving me 15 minutes to get dressed, pee, find breakfast, and drive to school without being late. Let's just say I failed. Sat in my history class where my history teacher succeeded in freaking me out about the future. Lunch came where it was  CORNDOG NUGGET DAY. oh yeah....

Just so you know, writing in complete sentences probably isn't going to happen here.

Then Spanish with Diamond Dicks and my new friend Gabby, who is amazing to say the least. We had a sub, which is like God in some sorts when you're in school. I failed a test. Not my fault though. I just didn't know what was on it. OK, I probably didn't fail. I just didn't know the first half of it. Journalism class was better. Instead of starting the project I have due in 8 days I got on Yahoo answers and made people's lives better.

I only wish I came up with that best answer. But sadly I didn't.

Anyway, after school S. Pat and I hung out at my casa where we failed at playing catch and talked to Nicole. THEN (it only gets better), Cryst...Diamond Dicks came over with Gabby and WE GOT TACO BELL. We came back to the house and waited for Mallory to show up before we jetted off to the oh so wonderful Edwin McKay's where we bought lovely music and then taking a stroll down Elm Street to see some beautiful art and eat free food.

Then we took Savannah home and went back to my house where Diamond and Gabby had to leave us. Mallory and I went to Taco bell again. We came back to my house where we ignored each other until 2AM.

Mallory, sorry PowerPoint was being gay and I couldn't make you one tonight. But I will step over that line and probably make you one tonight...while your not here....which, by the way, I find incredibly creepy. But I'll do it for you. Also, sorry we didn't get to play catch. Next time we'll play extra long to make up for it. I know you're probably sitting at your computer shaking your head no right now, not believing anything that I say, but it's the truth. We will. I promise.  By the way I want my CD's back...

Also, thank you Nicole for giving me awesome music and being the main reason why I ignored Mallory and didn't play catch with her.

Well, there you have it folks. My blog post and my Friday night. When you type it all out like that it doesn't sound much fun, but hey, we saw a train and if you don't like it you can go suck it.


Monday, February 28, 2011

To Be Perfectly Honest...

I don't remember writing about half of my last post.

It WAS around 2AM. Just sayin'.

I got a new journal. It's where I'm writing all my jizz now. It's pretty legit. Read it and you die.

This is only distracting me for the time being. I'm actually just waiting for Pretty Little Liars to come on and then I'm afraid I'll have to leave you precious blog.

"Oh, well Chloe how was school today?"

"Well, it was great now that you mention it."

"Why would that be?"


1) I. Love. Making. Roller. Coasters.
    -It's really the only part of Physical Science that I like. I've always known that I like to make things and take things apart and put them back together again. This desk I'm sitting at? Took it apart and put it all back together for no apparent reason. ALL BY MYSELF. It's not lame that I want to spend the next week hiding out in my room building multiple roller coasters, right?
2) I know I complain about my Journalism class a lot, but I really do like it. I mean the teacher isn't that bad. She's just not on my level. She doesn't really bother me. Actually some days I don't think she even cares that I'm there. Which is great for me because usually I'm not. I'm usually out walking around the school visiting the teachers that I do like. If it wasn't for Journalism I wouldn't have been able to give my math teacher this amazing picture:
Credit goes to Mallory for showing me this.
3) My Fall Out Boy obsession has finally come. It only took me a few years for it to get here. Really, why didn't I appreciate these dudes back when they were still together? Eh, I guess it's for the best. Less heartbreak and all. Also, Justin Timberlake, will you marry me?
4) The Girl by City and Colour. Nuff said.
5) Diamond Dicks (even though you're not reading this), you're amazing.
6) Started off the week right by skipping Big Brother Big Sister today and going to Taco Bell instead. That sounded extremely mean.

And now is where I leave you to bask in the glory of that list that took me a total of 5 minutes to make.


Sunday, February 27, 2011

Since When Did...

1AM become an acceptable bedtime? Remember when our parents tucked us in at eight o'clock EVERY night? I do and I also remember how much it sucked. I'd lie in bed for hours staring at blackness waiting until wretched sleep came. Usually it never did.
I've never had a good sleeping pattern.

When I was in elementary school I never slept at other people's houses. Never liked it. Still don't, really. I just like being in my house with my stuff and my food. But you can come over if you like. But you have to sleep on the couch. That whole "let's share a bed because we're best friends" thing doesn't work for me. Also, I have a twin size bed and I don't like you that much.

It only gets worse from there.

My parents had a huge queen size bed. I slept under it. Not in it. Under it. Had my own little space down there and everything.

When they got a new bed, they gave me that one. That's when I realized it wasn't the bed that I liked, it was being in the same room of my parents. So, I made myself a little space beside my mom's side of the bed. I loved it. She didn't. It's just that's where I felt safe. I've always had this fear of robbers breaking into my house and killing my entire family. I still do to this day. I sleep with my door locked every night. But just think about it. A robber breaks in, he's going to be searching around your house, going through your shit, moving in and out of rooms. MY ROOM. Where I'm by myself. Nope, nuh uh, I'm not going to have any of that. I'm going to be right there in my parent's bedroom where my dad can jump out of bed and kick some ass like he's Superman. Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is.

But, yeah, I eventually got over that. I moved over to my own bed in my own room. Well, once I got there I found myself never sleeping. So I stayed up shinning flashlights at my ceiling convincing myself there were spiders in the crawlspace.

But now I'm 17, in my room with the door locked, a baseball bat in my closet, and the window no less than three feet away. To future robbers: I will beat you with my bat and then jump out the window for my safe getaway. Sorry, family. You're on your own.

I'm going to be screwed when I go off to college.

That's why my plan is to get wasted every night.


Wednesday, February 23, 2011

A Real Blog Post

Let's give a round of applause for Mallory, who kindly saw to it to pick up my slack.

Now I'm going to try and make this an actual blog post. A Chloe blog post.

Who am I kidding? We all know that that's not going to happen.
But let's give it a go.

It is currently 7:35PM and this is me avoiding science homework. Really, test corrections are great and all, but if I didn't get it the first time I'm most likely not going to get it the next. I just finished the 12 billion definitions I had to do for History and for some reason waited to do the day before they were due. I have a flip book due Monday for science that I intend on never starting and a test tomorrow in History that I have to dress up for if I ever dream of passing. Those two classes are going to kill me. Oh, and my damn Spanish teacher is recording my groups restaurant scene tomorrow and I have no idea how to speak Spanish. Maybe I shouldn't have slept through Spanish I last year. Also, my journalism teacher is a bitch.

OK, rant over. Sorry.

I hate school. Let's drop out together?

In other news, look at THIS

For those of you just now coming to this revelation (like I am), she has no eyebrows. NO EYEBROWS! Apparently it's her trademark...

Surprised me too. Also shocked me that she was actually married, not once, BUT THREE TIMES.
Hey, Nicole see that tab at the top?!?!?! I'm going to watch it THIS WEEKEND.

I've spent the last two days doing nothing but reading and playing TRASHKETBALL. God, I love journalism.

I just finished reading Looking for Alaska for the third time. IT'S JUST SO GOOD. Read it. Forrealz. READ IT.

And now I'm reading this. And by reading I mean it's sitting beside my bed with the potential of being read. I'm going to start it eventually. But I did watch the movie the other day.


You guys can see how much I'm avoiding homework, right?

But before I go I want to introduce you to this amazing website that you probably won't find interesting at all. 
I just find all of his little sayings amazing and beautiful and funny and you'll probably look at it and say it's stupid, but I DON'T GIVE A FUCK. I LIKE IT!

I guess I should get back to that homework now...

Tuesday, February 22, 2011


When I realized that I could still sign into Chloe's blog I FREAKED.

So, yeah. She never posts anymore.
But it's okay because I don't post on Dailybooth anymore.

But it's not out fault we have BUSYASS lives.
For example, I've been avoiding a History paper for, I don't know, 5 hours now.
And I'm about to get REAL close to starting...or not.
But I had this GREAT revelation.
Here it is as I thought it:

"Hmmm...Chloe never blogs. I give her ideas sometimes. Ya know, I blogged for her once...I should do it again!
So now now this password thing. What does Chloe like the most in this world? Me? Yes. 'Mallory1S4w3s0m3.' YES. I'M IN. YES!!!"

And now I'm here.
I don't really have anything to say.
I'm really behind in life.
This isn't helping.
Here's a story:

Sometimes I mistake 'so and so has liked a link on your page' to 'so and so likes you' on Facebook.
My existence is worthless. It's obvious.
Also, I'm in love.


I don't know where to go with this.

Let's make a list.

Reasons why...I'm behind in life/my life is unimportant:
1) I hate texting, but when I should be doing something else I always answer my phone. Only no one ever texts me.
2) I check Facebook every 3 min. when I should be doing something else. I literally hate 95% of people on Facebook, but I steal read ALL THEIR SHIT. Facebook told me I ran out of posts to read today. THE FUCK?
3) I listen to music while I work and get busy singing to it.
4) I'm taking a fucking needlework class, but I'm not an old lady that has 16 hours a day to do nothing.
6) Fucking Youtube...
7) SNL exists. The end.
8) Every time I'm hungry I use it as an excuse to not do what I need.
9) My parents expect me to clean.
10) I blame my brother for all my misfortunes.
11) This list is too long.


Chloe and I won The Fluff War in case you're curious. We're gonna celebrate.

Okay, seriously. Mr. Hewitt is legit gonna fail me if I don't do this.


I love you.
No, you hang up.
No, YOU.
Now it's just annoying,
Okay, I will First.
I didn't hang up either, lolololol.
Okay, love-
Oh yeah...Hahaha, we're awesome.
But no.
Love you.

Shit I think I forgot to say something really important *dies*


Tuesday, February 15, 2011

It's been 12 days

since I've last blogged. I know. I'm really a...

I'm sorry. I know none of you can get through the day without me.

The things keeping me from you?

school, a life, facebook, homework, school, laziness, avoiding-ness (?), the fact that I have nothing interesting to talk about, homework, sleep, friends, buying CD's. annnd school.

I'm sorry.

There's no way I could ever make this a real post by actually saying something interesting, so I'll just close it with pictures of my lovers.

Maybe next post will be better.

Thursday, February 3, 2011


I always feel bad whenever I go more than three days go by without blogging. Which, I might say, is kind of ridiculous. Some people just never blog but once in a blue moon. And then I come along every other day with another one of my oh so interesting posts that I know everyone drops everything and reads. Right? riiiiiiiiiiiiiight? It's just three days feels like a long time to me. I'm very impatient.


A new semester started at my good ol' high school. So for all you creepers out there I now take Physical Science, US History (honors that is), Spanish dos, annnnd Journalism...again. I don't know why I'm taking it again, maybe because I REALLY hate Foods and didn't want to take Foods 2. POINTLESS CLASS! But, yeah, now I get to spend another semester not doing my work and writing stupid articles for my stupid school newspaper. This week's article? Pros and cons of Facebook. Ooooooo original. I personally like Facebook and see no problem with it, but because I'm a people pleaser I will come up with some negatives about the glorious social network and bullshit my way to an A just for my teacher. This semester, I will try not to fail Journailsm. Yes, it is possible to fail Journalism. But, hey, at least I get to spend the semester with my friend S. Patt. Spanish sucks, but I got Diamond Dicks and I made a new friend. It was a big day for me. My History teacher is a bald bastard, but he talks about weed a lot so it kind of balances out.

I'm only writing this to avoid the two papers I have due tomorrow and have yet to start. I DON'T WANNA START. TOO MUCH WORK.

To continue with my rambling/avoiding, my mom is leaving tomorrow for Virginia. She has yet to buy a train ticket to come home. I'm a little scared.

I can't keep rambling like this. I'm sorry. I'll try harder next time.

It's been in my head all day.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

It's Midnight

There's really nothing I have to say here. So here's a letter Mallory wrote to Myspace before finally deleting her profile.

"Oh, myspace. We had some great times. We really did. You were my life and all I thought of was you. I remember all the pictures and comments. All the statuses I couldn't wait to post. Even the drama. It was all apart of our great relationship. But I matured and you didn't. While we'll always share great memories, I've moved onto someone who fits me better. I'll always feel something for you, but it's time for us to find who's really meant for us.
Goodbye, Myspace.
Goodbye forever."

I hope you enjoyed that.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011


so Nicole told me to do this like/dislike thing and it's taken me about a week to figure out what I like and dislike. THIS SHIT IS HARD TO COME UP WITH. But don't worry. I got this.

Also, if you'd like more interesting like/dislike thingys go check out Unintelligent Utterance and Blog Schmog. Theys be c00ler. Anyway, let's do this shit:

Likes: driving, chicken burritos at Taco Bell, those two idiots called Taylor and Mallory, clipping my toenails, music (lots and lots of music), Tyler Hilton, Jones soda, reading, singing badly, trips to Barnes & Noble, James Lafferty, One Tree Hill, Nikita, Pretty Little Liars, TV in general, The Fluff War (sometimes), college basketball, the scale of coolness Mallory made me:
quarters, peanut butter chocolate chip granola bars, not giving a shit, candles, juice, my art project room, my car, the mess in my car, getting mail, converse, cheetos, watching Mallory freak out over planning things, smoking weed #lie, not doing homework, PowerPoints, Fight Club, SOUUUUP preferably with a soda on the side, CD's, being cheap, Ives, Taylor's laugh, CARRRRRL, taking showers, the smell of gas and markers, furry mountain hats, annnnnd lava lamps.

Dislikes: driving, annoying people, too many sex jokes, being told what to do, staring, my dog Duke, talking on the phone, anchovies, Sarah Jessica Parker, my reliant on technology, people who haven't seen the Titanic (Mallory), my constant cursing, the fact that I'm listening to Disney songs right now even though I really love them, sweatpants, Maroon 5, not sleeping, school, my contacts, my glasses, being blind, being dirty, NICOLE (what?), the fact that I'm actually doing this, crappy pens, work, not having enough money, grammar, thinking of college, laziness, the fact that I'm lazy, gross juice, when people file their nails, pennies, and MGB's.

Good? Good. Now that that's over...
I got the whole week off from skewl and have been doing this:

That white stripe will eventually become something. Also, we did this:

Speaking of Mallory, here's our Friday night:

That was a lot of pictures. My apologies. They seemed important at the time. Guess not. There seemed to be something I wanted to say, but of course I forgot so I'm just gonna end this. I'M HANGING OUT WITH THIS CHICK TOMORROW: