"Glass Slipper"

no one's asking to go dancing its not like that anymore
its romantic if they mean it when they shut your fingers in the door
its a gory sort of story thats been told a hundred times before
it gets tricky dont be picky if the slipper fits you wear it whore

how many tips can i take home tonight without them getting mad
how many stitches do you think it takes to fix a cut that bad
how many minutes until midnight and you get your eyesight back

not to knock it i've been off it never moving very much at once
its been awkward i still offer it when its that time of
other girls shower but i give out flowers
to curious strangers who throw dollars at my feet

how many crimes can i try spotting dry before it leaves a stain
how many times say that i love you til it doesnt mean a thing
how many fittings must i sit through with my big feet blistering
how many strips until it hits me and my big mouth strikes again

i'm not asking to go dancing i'm not that dumb anymore
its exhausting to keep smiling when your toes are bleeding through the floor
its a gory sort of story thats been told a million times before
don't be sorry just ignore me because honestly
i'm too sore from fitting exactly to ride into setting suns aching to
stand on my own two feet

how many wishes do i still have left to fix the way it ends
how many princes will it take to put a girl like this back together again
how many instances can you point out where i was less than kind
how many happy endings do you need to change your fucking mind
and how much time do we have left before it's midnight and
you see that i was never the right size?

Bored and sick.

I am bored and I am sick. Argh. Yeah, the night before last I woke up at about 3 in the morning and felt like I was going to puke, so I went and woke up my parents, then I was talking to my dad in the bathroom and I got really super dizzy and I could only see like the outlines of stuff and I kept swaying back and forth, so I sat down on the edge of the tub, and when I stopped being dizzy and I could see again, I felt fine. I didn't eve have to puke anymore. It was weird. So yeah, since I was feeling normal the next day I went to Valley Fair with my cousin and her friend, then when we got back to my grandparents' house (where my cousin lives) it was FREEZING because they've always got the air conditioning on full blast. So I thought, "Oh, it's just the AC, that's why I'm so cold." even though I had put on this huge sweatshirt. Then my grandma was like "You're still cold? It's 78 degrees in here." Which isn't cold by my standards, and I'm standing there freezing my ass off and wearing a huge black polar fleece sweatshirt. What the hell? So after awhile I started to feel sorta feverish and stuff, then my mom came to pick me up and when I got home, I was still freezing and wearing the huge sweatshirt, even though we don't even have real air conditioning and it was about 95 degrees outside. So after awhile I took off the sweatshirt (even though I was cold) and I had this weird red patch of skin on my arm that my mom said looked like hives. Then I slept until 11am this morning, which is really late for me. So now I have to go to the docter, adios.

Ahem, MAD SKILLZ.

Check that out, people. That, my friends, is called mad Voot cruiser-drawing skillz.
That is also called Chloe-watched-one-too-many-episodes-of-Invader-Zim.
Oh well, I still have wicked cool skills.

Boredom...

Upsides of summer:
It's hot, there's no school (freetime!), no ice on sidewalks, no ice on lakes, WATER BALLOON FIGHTS, ice cream trucks, I'm allowed to carry around safety pins and other sharp objects without my friends confiscating them, sleeping in, etc.
Downsides of summer:
It's hot, there's no school (boredom!), all of my friends go places during summer (unlike me.), have to put up with being heckled for not wanting to go places with family, people call me asking to babysit a lot more, no sledding, no ice skating, no snowball fights, etc.

I cannot decide which is worse... Having it be summer, or having it not be summer...
Anyway, I like mascara. That was random. Ah, well. I also like purple lipstick. Horray. Argh. Pshawww... I'm so tired and bored and depressed and bored times 5. And depressed times 2. Damn, this sucks.

I wonder if everyone else is this way

One of my best friends is dating my recently-ex-boyfriend even though she knows that I'm totally and utterly crazy about him still and I don't know who I'm most pissed at.
Ok, there are three people I could blame for my recently aquired misery:
1) Myself. After all, I didn't have to start dating this guy in the first place.
2) Best friend. Dude. Do I even have to explain how bitchy what she did was?
3) The Boy. Damn him. He's treating her basically the exact same as he treated me. I feel like a variable.

I HATE THIS. I really kind of feel like I'm going insane. Because it's like... when I don't feel like colapsing on the ground and crying my eyes out, I either feel like laughing my ass off, or smashing a bunch of glass stuff and screaming. Or I feel like doing all three. At once. Which is weird.

The Dresden Dolls!!!!!

OH MY GOD. OHMYGOD.
Guess where I was last night!!!
SEEING THE DRESDEN DOLLS!!!!
That was soooooooo cool. I was about 30 feet away from AMANDA PALMER. It was so awesome. But when they were playing the song "Half Jack" there was this really long instrumental part in the beginning, and these stupid girls behind us were like "Oh me god. When is like the actual song going to start? Ugh, now I know why kids kill themselves, it's because of this band! Hahahaha." so I turned around and since Panic! At The Disco was playing next I was like "Oh, are you guys here for Panic! At The Disco?" and they're like "Yeah, and The Hush Sound! Woo!" So I was going to be like "So you're bashing The Dresden Dolls? They have more musical talent than your precious Panic! At The fucking Disco so shut up, assholes!" But I instead I just said "Oh, The Hush Sound was ok, but Panic! At The Disco is like Fallout Boy times ten, which is still bad."
But, all in all, it was an amazing night, even if I did have to put up with hearing Panic! At The Disco for half an hour.
I LOVE AMANDA PALMER!!!

Oh, that's why.

Does it make me a horrible selfish person if I feel like hating one of my best friends because she said that she would date this guy that she knows I am madly in love with who just broke up with me even though she knows it would kill me?
Did that question make any sense?
Nevermind...

Sorry

Sorry people who want me to post stuff faster, my life has been... dramatic... lately.
And not in a good way for the past couple days. Hah, you know, it's amazing how fast stuff goes downhill once it starts. One day you feel awesome, 2 days later you feel like the world should just END so you don't have to deal with it.

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Hey, this is my NEW BLOG!!!!
Horrah.