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,

Scooter

Also, Mallory and I have been to Uwharrieq.

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:

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.

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?

Nope.

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.

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:

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
• EVERY COLD WAR KID CD EVER

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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.