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Hello Muddah, hello Fadduh,
Here I am at Camp Grenada
Camp is very entertaining
and they say we'll have some fun if it stops raining.
I went hiking with Joe Spivy
He developed poison ivy
You remember Leonard Skinner
He got ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner.
All the counselors hate the waiters
And the lake has alligators
And the head coach wants no sissies
So he reads to us from something called Ulysses.
Camp has begun. Sure its just day camp now, but day camp is the worst. I have 28 kids I’m supposed to be looking after, of them I know 3 of their names. One I usually forget but I sometimes remember because she’s my little, the other rides my bus and talked today for 45 minutes straight about her geography class last year in 6th grade. And the other just cause she’s a bitch. And yes there are such things as bitch 11/12 year olds.
Over the years I’ve realized something, I’m a deadbeat big “sister” (big buddy). This normally wouldn’t be a problem except for the fact that every little sister I’ve had is the “go the extra mile type”. The first little sister I had two years ago asked me what was the worst part about sleepover camp which I promptly responded “I don’t’ have any chips ahoy” and low and behold the little bitch had to make me feel bad by getting me two huge ass boxes of chips ahoy. Last year was disgusting, my little didn’t’ just give me some cookies the whore actually went out to the mall and bought me a $20 purse. What did I do for them in return? Empty promises and I never learned either of their names. This year I decided to stop the cycle of abuse and as soon as my little gave me a card with a llama drawn on it and a whole fucking bag of dark chocolate BAM I gave her some necklace from when I was 6 or something, as for her name? Its unimportant I gave her a necklace.
Leave a comment if you wish you were as good a role model as me.
^wasn’t I hott when I was 12 @ camp?
Oh and kudos to nora 4 hearing me rant 4 hours
Send me a love letter while I’m at camp (hopefully a dirty one) to:
Tolly S. Muffin
Summer Stock
1500 Glencoe Road
Glencoe, MD 21152
Between June 26-July 15
if you write me and give me ur addess i'll write bak.
“Ew your dad smells like Jake, or maybe Jake smells like your dad. Who smoked first the Jake or the dad?” -Amy being oh so intelligent
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[06/19/2005 @ 9:20pm] |
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Put out the fire
Don’t look past my shoulder
The exodus is here
The happy ones are near
Let’s get together
Before we get much older
Teenage wasteland
It’s only teenage wasteland
Teenage wasteland
Oh, oh
Teenage wasteland
They’re all wasted!
So overall this week has been most excellent. I don't have enough time to update about everything but I have tons of pictures from my adventures w/ Ct and Emily:
If we remind you of a really bad porno in any of the pics below i'm not really suprised.
^Those two look more sober by the day
^Yea shes drinking out of a sippy cup so what?
Only real friends will watch Lord of the G-Strings together at 3:30 AM, and only emily will stay up to watch the whole thing.
"Isn't this world just oh so lonely?"
"A girl maybe able to fake and orgasm, but men can fake whole relationships."
all hail my oreo.
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It's far beyond your reach, it holds a place in time,
Somewhere ahead is the back of the line.
I can't relate to your mistakes, awkwardly speaking with nothing to say.
Caught up in your life, excuses are so lame,
You may be different but I'm still the same.
The reasons that you thought, the intention that you caught,
You say things are simple we both know they're not.
You can't let it go,
^I couldn't have said it better myself. And no Jake and Hannah I'm not gonna give up my "All Killer No Filler" Sum 41 cd.
HANNAH IS SO MAGNIFICENT THAT NO MAN DESERVES HER!
Anyway Today I went to school. Why you may ask? Because I thought I was gonna see a list of all the people who are invited back next year and was hoping to possibly see a certain Larry not on that list. Unfortunetly no such list existed, but Heather and I had fun hanging out anyway. Heather and I also have one thing we'd like to explain to all the men out there: luv ya is not = to I love you eh, i'm not too worried bout telling you all this secret though, I'm sure you'll be convinced our "luv ya" in responce to "i love you" will go unnoticed.
After hangin out at school I went home where I was locked out of my house. I went up to Claire's house, but in Claire's absense I talked to her brother Dave instead. Finally my dad came home and then he and my mom were off to a romantic night in......annapolis? Yea I got weird parents. So in their absense Ceci (my sister) had to stay the night with me. Jake came over and he had a jolly good time talking to my friends (prolly to spread bad rumors about myself, the sick bastard) and forcin me to play Operation with him (you know that game with the guy who's nose buzzes up...its not like we were "playing doctor" you sick perverts, yes Jake that was directed at you).
Anyway Since i'm such a whore I'm gonna steal Hannah's livejournal thing. How it works is you leave an annoymous comment saying:
1. One secret (prefirably a dirty one).
2. One compliment (prefirably a dirty one).
3. One non-compliment (prefirably a dirty one).
4. One love note (prefirably a dirty one).
5. Lyrics to a song (prefirably a dirty one that remind you of me).
6. How old you are.
7. How long we've been friends (friends=lovers, enemies, aquatensis whatever).
8. And a hint to who you are (prefirably dirty ones).
^note anything in parenthesis I said.
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[06/13/2005 @ 7:20pm] |
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Part of me, won’t agree
Cause I don’t know if it’s for sure
Suddenly, suddenly
I don’t feel so insecure
Anymore
Everybody’s got their problems
Everybody says the same things to you
It’s just a matter how you solve them
What else are we supposed to do
So it’s summer; Back to the days of having a life outside of school, outside of livejournal, and most definitely outside bullshit drama. I’d pretend I miss you guys, but I’d be lying. Well I guess I miss a few people…kinda. Thursday after Juries I hung out with Claire and her posse, but only because Claire promised me pleasure in return for entertaining her friend.
^If you were there you’d understand.
Friday I spent with my favorite home girl, Jessie. Where she put up with watching Starwars Episode III with me while I complained about a plot hole that isn’t exactly a plot hole as much as a “I demand a deeper explanation” thing (George Lucas-I know you’re reading this and I hope you expecting an angry letter from me real soon). God I’m geek. Anyway Driving home from her house we did the Jessie/Tolly thing and gossiped like no others, we even gossiped about people we don’t personally know, we’re just that bad at keeping rumors to ourselves and we also had the Tolly stupid moment of the day:
Tolly: blak (yes spelled b-l-a-k) camp?
Jessie: what?
Tolly: A sign back there pointed to your neighborhood’s black camp.
Jessie: no lax camp
Tolly: oh the x looks like a k and I imagined a b...
Tolly: I was gonna ask why aren’t you a counselor
Jessie: you could be districted into that camp
We then continued our most excellent day at Nora’s house. The only problem was Nora wasn’t there but we were. No problem there though; Jessie and I played Poly Pockets without Nora.
^Damn, we are such sexy ass motherfuckers I can’t believe it.
Nora finally arrived with her entourage:
Oh and Jessie and I decided we found the PERFECT place to house a David Bowie concert.
Saturday I hung out with Claire again, and I had a little to much fun with the traffic mirror thingy:
Saturday night I was way cool and hung with my parents in Little Italy where my dad found the guy he wants me to marry, our waiter, Gianni.
Dad: Aren’t you disappointed he didn’t leave his number on the receipt; maybe you should ask him to call you.
(Gianni is standing RIGHT THERE while he says this)
Tolly:* rolls eyes *
Dad: He could be your Latin lover.
Ceci: I’m pretty sure he’s Italian dad: considering his profession and the fact that his name is Gianni.
Dad: Well at least he has a job, which is a lot better than her other boyfriends thus far, and I think he’s Latin because I want Tolly to be in a mixed marriage.
Tolly: So people race is now depending on what you want them to be?
Dad: You better watch out Tolly, you’re this far away from becoming a dirty Mexican.
Mom: Where do you come up with these thing, I mean its not like they were flirting or anything.
Dad: Oh Brucie, you obviously don’t know Tolly like I do, she wanted his Latino loving.
^The sad part is its true.
Sunday I was living it up at the CIT meeting and then went to babysit for the rest of the day and into the night. Today I went shopping with Amy and Jake and then my mom and I did some errands…fun.
Leave a comment if you want to play poly pockets with me and then fuck Gianni afterwards.
“I had gone so far out on a limb with my feelings .. that I didn't realize I was standing out there alone.”
Happy birthday Sophia.
“Like a favorite pair of dark blue jeans, the skin I’m in is all right with me”
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[06/09/2005 @ 12:49pm] |
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That whore Caitlin tagged me. Bitch. Anyway I have to list my 6 favorite songs, here it goes:
1. Mary had a little lamb
2. "Finger Bang" by South Park
3. "Scotty Doesn't know" by lustra
4. "Only the Good Die Young" by Billy Joel
5. "I wanna fuck tolly so hard' by Amy
6. "Darling Nicky" by Prince
Anyway I tag noone, because I choose to end this chain of abuse. I'm simply a saint.
"I wanna fuck tolly, not molly and never polly" -Amy
"I'm not a tease just a reminder of what you can't have"
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[06/07/2005 @ 11:44pm] |
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Hey!
C'mon, take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up
Pour some sugar on me
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
C'mon fire me up
Pour your sugar on me
Oh, I can't get enough
Today my Dad and I were going over our favorite quotes he picked:
"If you are trusting in your own righteousness, your own perfection, it almost becomes impossible to confess you mistakes and shortcomings, because it destroys your self-confidence and nearly shatters your self-reliance, because it proves you are not perfect, which you hate to even admit to yourself"
I picked:
"Only the French Could attain orgasm by listening to themselves. It was self-inflicted oral sex. A DIY blow job"
I would point out the generation gap except my dad gave me that quote along with the book it came from (A book all about screwing french girls). My dad could care less what I read or say, as long as its making fun of the French, long live my father's hatred of all who can't speak english.
"Tolly's close to me then my underwear."-Sophia...I figure this is either a compliment or Sophia's been forgetting her underwear a lot laetly.
Oh so I discovered somethin, people like elmo and people like pimps, so why not combine the combo into one:
^This is what all of you get for now talking to me and leaving me to my own devices for an hour this afternoon.
"I'm not a tease just a reminder of what you can't have"
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[06/06/2005 @ 9:53pm] |
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Hey! wait!
I’ve got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! wait!
I’ve got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! wait!
I’ve got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Your advice
Today was pretty fucking terrible. I went home where Amy and Jake were waiting for me. We went to see Kelly in the hospital, but according to the doctors she wasn’t up to seeing non-family visitors. I know I can’t help her, especially if I can’t see her…I just feel so helpless. But the doctors say we can see her by Friday hopefully, so we’ll try again then.
Lately a lot of people are feeling down about this or that, and I just wanted to let it known that I love you guys and if there’s something or somebody (including myself) you wanna talk about don’t feel afraid to approach me. Everything will be ok in the end, as long as everybody stands up and walks forward.
Anyway here are some pictures from my fucktastic trip to Six Flags with Heather and Cameron:
Little Cameron, meet…smaller Cameron. Don’t ask me which is smaller, I can’t remember anymore:
The Love of my life, Heather’s little siter:
Picutures exemplifying our maturity:
^Care Bear flip-flops as modeled by Cameron your sooo.... manly
Cameron with Heather's purse...its becoming abundantly clear that Heather likes her man with a little "sensitivity" (i love you cameron...don't kill me)
Just plain random/cute:
^I look so sinister
^Thats my shirt...only real men can wear a girls shirt
PIMP
There was this guy we kept seeing everywhere who was soooo fucking sexy it physically hurt. I mean just looking at him I was like YUMMY. I even named him Gregory just for the purpose of talkin about him nonstop:
My dip-n-dots (best thing since John’s rice crispy treats):
 “here's something about blue Asked myself what it's all for You know the funny thing about it I couldn't answer No I couldn't answer Things have turned a deeper shade of blue And images that might be real May be illusion Keep flashing off and on Free Wanna be free Gonna be free” “My Heart breaks every time I see you cry, because every time I see you cry I know you want to die"
“And I want to get free
Talk to me
I can fear you falling
And I won't tempt to be
All you need
Somehow here is gone”
I’m ending this with a happy dance performed by Cameron:
“It’s all OK in the end; if its not ok then it’s not the end”
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| This just in: Nora=Life and what I did so far this week |
[06/02/2005 @ 7:41pm] |
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All my life I’ve been searching for somethin’
Somethin’ never comes, never leads to nuthin’
Nothin’ satisfies, but I’m gettin’ close
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
All night long I dream of the day
When it comes around, and it’s takin’away
Leaves me with the feelin’ that I fear the most
Feel it come to life when I see your ghost
Before I get to my lovely pictures on what I’ve been doing the past few days I wanted to say something. NORA IS SO FUCKING SEXY AND THE BEST FRIEND A GIRL COULD ASK FOR AND YOU BITCHES DON’T DESERVE HER!
 
Don’t worry Nora, one day you and I will co-write a book and co-teach a class both entitled, “In Fucking high school, get the fuck over it.”
Now on a lighter note here’s my marvelous week. Yesterday after the American Government exam a big group of us went on over to Never on Sunday:
^Hannah looks so sad an anti-social in that picture: god Hanna, get some friends!
Hehhehe
AWW they’re so cute
Cedric being MAD SEXY
^i'm pretty sure the picture made more sense when I took it
Heather doin somethin funky w/ her bottom lip
Then I bought some Strawberries from the A-rab outside and he gave me a box of fungus covered ones for free (nice guy). We went to the part of the park where the fountain was, where we proceeded to take this big group picture:
Well the only plausible thing to do with molded strawberries is throw them at Trevor…unfortunately he threw back and we had something on a war on our hands.
^Regardless of who started it he’s definitely the terrorist here (besides he stained my shirt and Heather can't be the bad guy because shes taking me to Six Flags so shes on the love list *mwah*)
^RUN KYLE, RUN
David then joined the dark side momentarily:
Anyway I was perfectly happy just being the photographer of the event/military supplier when all of a sudden my nice new white shirt was stained by a strawberry thrown by Trevor…This is where I chased after him in an attempt to hurt him:
^The scaredy cat wanted to go home before having to deal with me,
Meanwhile Hannah, Alex and Robert were…
…Being hippy pacifists losers.
Anyway things were pretty peaceful for a while, we even started playing in the fountain.
(David, not Robert, in pic above)
Then Anna, Heather and Trevor got in a splash fight:
^Heather to scared to come down from the Fountain
Then Liza’s mama gave me a ride home.
Next Day:
English Exam today, bleh.
(^Picture before Exam)
Afterwards I hung out with Sophia and Anna:
^Them leaving me
^Them in the Hard Rock Café
Later I went over to Amy’s house, and attempted to swim in her pool, except for the fact that it was cold so instead we just walked over to my house and listened to the Foo Fighters.
Tolly: Is my mom acting weird to you?
Sophia: i dunno, I don't know your mom
Tolly: Yea, neither do i
nononoiwantkake: is that rainbow crab in our park near school 4 gay pride
strwberrisu1cide: haha I dunno maybe
strwberrisu1cide: maybe its for Tolly
strwberrisu1cide: be gayyy
nononoiwantkake: hahhahahah r u tryin 2 will me 2 b gay?
strwberrisu1cide: uh maybe
strwberrisu1cide: :-)
strwberrisu1cide: I mean no way, what are you talking about, :-[
nononoiwantkake: i'm onto u and ur gay jedi mind tricks
^The rainbow gay crap (and that’s not an STD joke)
“Speak what you think to-day in words as hard as cannon-balls and to-morrow speak what to-morrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict every thing you said to-day.”
People are bitches.
 “It’s all okay in the end; if its not okay then its not the end”
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[05/31/2005 @ 6:22pm] |
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This is the story of a girl,
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world.
And while she looked so sad in photographs,
I absolutely love her,
When she smiles...
Last day or real school: FUCK YES!!!! Today Sophia made us a cake that said “bye for now,” making her the best ever. I meant to bring my camera but I’m not good at the whole thinking-in-advance thing. Anyway I wanted to write this entry to apologize for my journal entries lately. I guess I was feeling far to insecure about myself and where I stood in the group to really think rationally. I mean today I was thinking about my friends who live in insecurity and I realized that I should thank god that I, like all teenagers, will at times feel insecure, but for me it only last for a week or so at a time. I let my insecurity get the better of me, and now looking back in hindsight I can see the light. No need to leave a comment, but damn does it feel good to be thinking rationally again. So like I said if I hurt you any time in the past few weeks, whether it be directly or through bad vibes, feel free to confront me about the issue, I’m willing to talk things out with anybody. How stupid of it was me to make people feel bad for my insecurities when if I had just looked around I could see the people who must suffer everyday from the insecurities they hide everyday of the year. I’m not used to them so I don’t hide them, I figured venting would be the best way to get my sadness and anger out (via livejournal=not the best idea). Anyway much love!
^Damn straight “If we do not believe in ourselves- neither in our efficacy nor in our goodness- the universe is a frightening place.”
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So cal is where my mind states but it’s not my state of mind
I’m not as ugly sad as you
Or am I origami
Folded up and just pretend demented as the motives in your head
Ok first off lets get one thing straight: I’m a bitch. There it’s out there, now feel free to call me out on in whenever you like. Now onto other matter of business such as HOW MY FUCKING FANTASTIC weekend has been. So it started off Friday at Caitlin’s surprise birthday party. I only took two pictures there and of those two pictures Caitlin isn’t in either (how horrible is that) but Hannah, the sexy beast, is:
Anyway Saturday I spent the day with my not-so-secret lovers: Claire, Lily and Laura. We met in Towson and proceeded to go to that vintage store that across from the Recker. There we tried on some DAMN SEXY clothes:
Lily’s hott-ass vest:
Lily in her hott-ass vest while spanking me in a Mr. Slave vest:
Claire playing the part of Hugh Heffner:
We found the perfect shirt for me:
(^The words on the shirt are “PORN STAR”)
Claire retired her job in the Playboy mansion to become Hitler:
So after I bought the “Porn Star” shirt (for $6!) and a skirt we carried on to the art store where they had a FUCKING CHAIRE THAT YOU COULD PAINT!!!!!!!!!! So we bought the chair and continued through Towson Town Center carrying around a huge ass box while people stared at us. All pictures of us with the chair posted below:
^Random guy from Sharper Image
Inside the mall somehow I managed to blow over $200 on clothes. We went into Anthropology (that really, really expensive new store) where they had French Jazz music, and there’s nothing like French Jazz music to dance to:
We then went over to Trader Joes where they gave us free balloons: HELL YES!
Unfortunately Claire later lost hers; we’ll never forget you Mr. balloon.
Outside Trader Joes I decided I was “gonna keep it real” and I became all gangsta’ on everybody’s asses.
 
^Balloons add to ghettoness.
We went home (and by home I mean Claire’s house) and we built a tent at midnight. And by “we” I mean Laura did and we played grab ass, and by “midnight” I mean like 8:30 P.M. Next morning we went out to “church” (church= the ”X and O” a few blocks away from their church).After that I went with my sisters and Amy to the Oriol's game. Anyway here are some random REALLY, REALLY HOTT PICTURES:
"The chair may have been MADE in china, but it was born in Bosnia"
Claire: You know those tent poles that said "fent"
Tolly: yea
Claire: WEll actually "Fent" was "angle"
Tolly: You reading capabilities astound me
"I had to chase ur placenta all over the yard"
“Life is chaos, you gotta deal with it.”
“If you are not prepared to deal with reality, you can be sure that reality will deal with you.”
“Life is pain. Anyone who tells you differently is selling something.”
 “Everything is ok in the end; If its not okay then its not the end”
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[05/30/2005 @ 2:37pm] |
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“One day, a scorpion looked around at the mountain where he lived and decided that he wanted a change. So he set out on a journey through the forests and hills. He climbed over rocks and under vines and kept going until he reached a river. The river was wide and swift, and the scorpion stopped to reconsider the situation. He couldn't see any way across. So he ran upriver and then checked downriver, all the while thinking that he might have to turn back.
Suddenly, he saw a frog sitting in the rushes by the bank of the stream on the other side of the river. He decided to ask the frog for help getting across the stream.
Hellooo Mr. Frog!" called the scorpion across the water, "Would you be so kind as to give me a ride on your back across the river?"
"Well now, Mr. Scorpion! How do I know that if I try to help you, you wont try to kill me?" asked the frog hesitantly.
"Because," the scorpion replied, "If I try to kill you, then I would die too, for you see I cannot swim!"
Now this seemed to make sense to the frog. But he asked. "What about when I get close to the bank? You could still try to kill me and get back to the shore!"
"This is true," agreed the scorpion, "But then I wouldn't be able to get to the other side of the river!"
So the frog agreed to take the scorpion across the river. He swam over to the bank and settled himself near the mud to pick up his passenger. The scorpion crawled onto the frog's back, his sharp claws prickling into the frog's soft hide, and the frog slid into the river. The muddy water swirled around them, but the frog stayed near the surface so the scorpion would not drown. He kicked strongly through the first half of the stream, his flippers paddling wildly against the current.
Halfway across the river, the frog suddenly felt a sharp sting in his back and, out of the corner of his eye, saw the scorpion remove his stinger from the frog's back. A deadening numbness began to creep into his limbs.
"You fool!" croaked the frog, "Now we shall both die! Why on earth did you do that?”
The scorpion shrugged, and did a little jig on the drownings frog's back.
"I could not help myself. It is my nature."
Then they both sank into the muddy waters of the swiftly flowing river.”
Self-destruction is our nature.
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[05/21/2005 @ 12:03am] |
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Set my mind for open sky, but couldn't fly, so sadly What am I? What am I? Sullen eyes shed teardrop lies then criticize, now laughing What is real? What is real? It's really all become too much I'm not sure what I should feel I guess I've finally had enough I don't know if this is real I'm crashing in and out of touch Can anyone please explain?
Eh I could do another EMO post, but hey its not really my style. Today was a bit of all right, not to many “bleh” moments. I went from this on Wednesday:
To this on Friday:
(Don’t you love the face of indifference).
Anyway yesterday we were talking and there was something we figured out. Sophia and I are the horniest people in our school.
^and we look so innocent.
Also I established another fact:
After all Carli is the only one who not only supports my Rice Krispy addiction, she also encourages it. So while Caitlin’s off thinking of staging some sort on intervention after I’ve had 5 ½ rice krispy treats in one day, Carli is off buying me the last one, can a girl ask for a better friend than that?
Today at lunch Kyle tried to seduce me with his applesauce eating. Never has old people food been so sexy. Those of you who are easily turned on you may wanna look away, you’ll be horny for weeks after these pictures:
Heather has officially gone on the “horrifies me, but still amuses me” list after she proceeded to hike up my pants and untie my shoes with only the use her teeth (Disgusting-Yes, but also the most amazing talent I’ve ever known). I take it as a sign that she’s good at other things using her mouth (use your imagination people)
After school today me, Catie and Sophia went out to City Café, where Sophia had a talk about making good use of a condom she left as a tip for a waiter there (god I love you Sophia).
(the Cake I ate to add to the 5 ½ rice krispie treats…I feel so fat)
Anyway to make up for putting everybody though the Emo entry yesterday I was thinking about posting a happy dance…but I didn’t feel happy enough, so instead I posted the pictures of a happy dance so horrible it was rejected by ME:
This post was made possible by Trevor’s photobucket, since I used the hell out of mine and am not allowed to post anymore pictures until the end of the month. Leave a comment on his livejournal * twitches * (note to everybody who isn’t Trevor: I only said that leave a comment thing because I thought I should be nice, don’t really leave a comment)
By the way, EMO is sooo last year.
Leave a comment if you wish you could be declared the horniest girl in your high school.
"I'm a real fattie, i have a brownie hidden in my sock drawer.
Don’t you guys get it, its not a matter of jealousy it’s a matter of replacement.
“Don’t even pretend you love me-I don’t even love myself”
^picture posted just because I used Trevor’s Photobucket to post it (I’m so evil)
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“People say I'm the life of the party
Cause I tell a joke or two
Although I might be laughing loud and hearty
Deep inside I'm blue
So take a good look at my face
You'll see my smile looks out of place
Just look closer, it's easy to trace
The tracks of my tears”
Today went without anything huge to report. I went to school, I bitched, I moaned, the usual. Miss. Ahuja is gone for the rest of the year because of crazy-ass visas, and though I never thought I’d say it, I miss the bitch. After all whom else do I have now to insult and make fun of everyday, other than Miss Geit (I.E Jabba the Hut)? And it’s just not as much fun making bad impersonations of her accent when she’s not around.
On another note over the past 24 hours people have been giving me pictures that I can’t help but to love with all my heart, first off from the bestest friend ever Heather:
Here’s what we do every Monday morning in Theatre production for an hour and a half:
Ok and here’s proof that Ronald can turn two straight boys into looking gay with his sheer presence (don’t worry Keith and Dee you two are still sexy in my book). I can sense the gay aura (or as he pronounces it: Oer –ah) is strong in this one.
(JUST COME OUT ALREADY!)
Anyway on another note Nora has recently provided me with evidence that I make the greatest pimp ever. I mean who else could turn two Jewish girls who have self-motivation, drive, morals, brains and general Jewishness into Hoes (and high class ones at that)? ME!
(god i'm a damn sexy pimp)
Leave me a comment with the 3 adjectives you’d use to describe me (and “well you’re…a Tolly?” Doesn’t count) And maybe I’ll return the favor.
"Every thing is ok in the end. If it's not then it is not the end."
“We are all alone in this world because we put on an act to please others. People want to please others. People want to see good things, not bad things, so we seem good to others when we are really alone and drown slowly in our sadness”
“Where I am deceitful she is sincere
Where I am wrong she is right
Where I am hated she is loved
Where I am weak she is strong
Where I am horrible she is wonderful
Where I am Mean she is nice
Where I am a devil she is an angel
So why is it that people compare me to her?”
(Damn, i'm so sadistic...if your lookin for kinky you know who to call)
You tell me I’ve always been the bitch who cuts out the weak, a necessity in life, after all it is all just survival of the fittest in the end, but if I was always the one to ditch the weak and wounded and keep walking forward than why is it that I am stuck and being left behind?
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[05/15/2005 @ 6:26pm] |
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ooh got a nice white dress And a party on your confirmation You got a brand new soul, Mmm and a cross of gold Well Virginia they didn't give you quite enough information You didn't count on me, When you were counting on your rosary Oh whoa whoa, and they say there's a heaven for those who'll wait And some say it's better, but I say it ain't I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints The sinners are much more fun You know that only the good die young, woah baby I tell you only the good die young, only the good die young
You tell me I’ve always been the bitch who cuts out the weak, a necisity in life, but if I was always the one to ditch the weak and wounded and keep walking forward than why is it that I am stuck and being left behind?
Eh, Friday’s school day was rather boring, but let me tell you Friday night was…interesting. I went over to Jake’s house with Annie L. and Mike. There, Mike and Jake has already had a beer, and though neither were drunk they did make for more interesting conversation than usual:
Jake: TOLLY OH MY GOD! Come over here!
Tolly: what?
Jake: The pepperonis on the pizza are shaped like Mickey Mouse’s head!
Tolly: …its just three circle, not that amazing
Mike: HOLY SHIT!! IT LOOKS LIKE MICKEY MOUSE!
We watched Batman with Jake’s little brother (we’re horrible babysitters) and so now I can’t get that chessy 50s batman theme out of my head, you know the one that’s like “dun dun dun- dun- dun- dun- dun- dun dun dun dun dun-dun dun BATMAN!”
http://cat-ra.universal-music-group.com/_pop/_ram/s1/731453714428_01_08_00.55-01.25_s1.ram
^in case you wanna sing along with the lyrics I graciously provided.
Oh then Annie and I discovered what teenage guys with too many cigarettes do when people aren’t looking: put cigs into a pot to boil. I would have taken pictures but I was a dumb ass who forgot my camera : (.
Anyway yesterday was my confirmation. My mom was crying, my sisters smiling and there was my dad making actions the resembled punching somebody, which makes sense after all his main advice to me was “punch that Episcopalian bastard bishop and run before he gets you too.” Though thoroughly freightened that I am now a member of the church I think I found a way around being a good Chirstian. When I was confirmed it was under the name “Caroline Tolson Wright,” well fuck that, from now on EVERYBODY is to refer to me as “Tolly Sex Muffin”
Caroline Tolson Wright:
Tolly Sex Muffin:
On the upside though I did get $250 for my confirmation.
Last night I hung out with Emily, Mags and also Catie and Tiny once they returned from the HFStival at 11:30 at night. Mags, Emily and I washed our feet JESUS STYLE (real pic to be posted later)!
We also then proceeded to play with Mag’s turtle, that neither Em nor I thought was real, and we definitely discovered that the turtle was a boy, even though Em named him “penny.” Later, when Catie and Tina arived, we "watched" some movie.
(pic above taken last year)
NORA IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE
Today she wrote this in her live journal (along with the pictures):
Real picture of Tolly (sort of):
(Yes, that’s a real picture of me)
Erotic picture of Tolly (upon request, done in Mr.Lambert's class):
(OW OW! I’m sexy)
To check out more on the object of all my affections go to her live journal.
Leave a comment if you wish you had a short jew who drew erotic pictures of you.
“Its just not confirmation unless theirs some child abuse involved” –My dad
“People say I'm the life of the party
Cause I tell a joke or two
Although I might be laughing loud and hearty
Deep inside I'm blue
So take a good look at my face
You'll see my smile looks out of place
Just look closer, it's easy to trace
The tracks of my tears”
“Where I am deceitful she is since
Where I am wrong she is right
Where I am hated or disliked she is loved
Where I am weak she is strong
Where I am horrible she is everything nice
Where I am a devil she is an angel
So why is it that people compare me to her?”
Important: I LOST MY CAMERA at MAG’s HOUSE!!!!
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[05/12/2005 @ 9:25pm] |
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You came, you saw, you conquered
Everyone
And I'm left here guessing
What went wrong
Yeah, I'm down
But not out, and far from done
Beware criminal
Did you think I wouldn't notice?
Did you really think I wouldn't care?
Did you think I wouldn't notice?
Did you really think I wouldn't care?
I haven’t updated on both Xanga and livejournal in a while, so I figure I should put everybody up to date with my life:
- Trevor recently guilt tripped me out of a boycott I had on his livejournal (asshole). God, I’m so weak for the guilt trips. Just out of his assholeness and his guilt trips I think we should boycott again.
- Sophia and I decided we were going to get matching vibrators, choices are:
- The butterfly
- The violet
- The passion lily
3. Cori and I decided all men should be based on a Jesus, Gandhi, and Buddha hybrid, except for my man who will be the bad boy Judas Iscariot.
4. Sophia and I are going to boycott Cinamax, because none of their porn shows dicks. DAMN YOU SOFT PORN. Our boycott will go something like this:
Dear Cinemax,
Though we thoroughly enjoy your chanels entertainment it has come to our attention that there are no male genitalia in any of your movies. We were about to definitely masturbate, but when all we saw were tities that are better than our own titties we sincerely lost all interest. Even Caitlin Brown the goody-goody declared, “If your gonna’ watch porn, you might as well go all out.” We absolutely agree with Miss. Brown, without dicks your movies are just low budget, no plot boobie shows, and we like to think Cinemax is high-quality entertainment. Maybe you should look into marketing Tommy Lee and Pamela’s video, or One Night in Paris highly recommended by very bored us who rely heavily on Sophia’s boredom to download porn for “her friend”.
Thank you for your time,
Tolly and Sophia, the sexiest bitches EVER
Today started normal enough with D. and Ronald fighting over god knows what and me (being stuck “in control” while Richard was gone) having to yell at them to sit down and start meditating. If I weren’t so scared of getting in trouble I would have enjoyed it, especially during the part where Ronald declared D. a “homosexual” (Ronald=hypocrite). After that was lunch and since I couldn’t complete the Spanish project in time I decided I would just skip geometry (since ms. Ahuja’s still in her “mother country) thus popping my skipping hymen. Its all right though, I was with Sophia and Hannah, who had also just lost her skipping virginity, who reinforced it was a good idea by letting me eat their food and finishing the project for me.
Tolly: “I’ll just play hooky next period”
Trevor: “Hooky?” What are you, from the 50’s?
Next I had Spanish where we put on our Spanish skits and I proved why I went to the school for acting with my mad acting skills…or I just read my lines in a monotone trying to figure out what the fuck I was saying, either one.
English is when everything good happened. Heather snitched on me, and informed Mrs. Loiselle that I saw her in a B-horror movie, The Brotherhood-a homo-erotic vampire fraternity house thriller: instant classic. Which made Mrs. Loiselle blush so much in embarrassment and now I’ve only moved further down on the love list and that class. It didn’t help when Kyle unknowingly revealed that I had posted shit about the movie on livejournal weeks before, dumb ass. Everybody’s against me, I swear.
I also drew a picture of Caitlin which wasn’t that horrible during English, but Caitlin got all defensive and felt she had to attack me. So I drew a worse picture of her. She in retaliation added a big beard to my picture and made me look like Jesus.
Real picture of Caitlin:
My 1st picture of Caitlin:
2nd picture of Caitlin:
My biblical Picture of Caitlin (yes shes a snake)
Real picture of Tolly
Jesus picture of Tolly:
Then we both turned our raw drawings talents towards Kyle
Real picture of Kyle:
My picture of Kyle:
Caitlin’s AMAZING picture of Kyle:
Then I went home and went on the computer and wrote up the longest ass Livejournal/Xanga entry that was actually about my real life and not about what I wish I could do, but if we were to include everything I wish I could do right now then just think:
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EVERYBODY ELSE
Leave a comment if you’ve ever wondered how porn star’s nipples always stay so perky, and if you know the answer, leave a comment telling me and you’ll be a god in my book.
“To cease smoking is the easiest thing I ever did. I ought to know because I've done it a thousand times.” ~Mark Twain
"I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?"
5/14-PARTY (confirmation party, BOO YA!) and the girls.
 I’m not a tease; I'm just a reminder of what you can’t have.
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boycott ended cause some people take me too seriously. *sigh*, sorry i'm immature its just my nature.
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[05/09/2005 @ 10:34pm] |
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"She smokes a pack a day
Oh wait thats me but anyway
She doens't care a thing about that, hey
She thinks I'm beautiful"
Trevor won't comment on my livejournal, so i'm gonna do the bitchy thing and raise a revolution against his. Don't leave a comment until he comments on mine and then everything will be right in my bored little world that loves messing with people.
I'm so deliciously evil : )
Leave a comment if you agree that its an outrage that somebody dare reverse the word of god, "thou shalt leave a comment on Tolly's livejournal or xanga"
Hallie: something smells like alchol
Heather: oh thats just tolly
You thought you could beat me? impossible
I'm just to darn sexy.
I'm not a tease; just a reminder of what you can't have.
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[05/08/2005 @ 8:13pm] |
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Commandeer
it comes down to this your kiss your fist and your strain it gets under my skin within take in the extent of my sin Well, I’m a sucker for peer pressure. Lately EVERYONE (as in Hannah and Trevor) have had that “Leave a comment with you name in it and I’ll tell you something I like about you” thing, and being myself I’ve decided I need it too…except I’m going to switch it up a bit. Leave a comment with your name (you don’t need live journal to leave a comment there, so I don’t want to hear that excuse for why you didn’t comment) and I’ll tell you: 1. Why I absolutely hate your guts (in a “you-should-always-leave-comments” kind of way) 2. Why I’d so tap that (“that” not necessarily being you) 3. My fondest memory of you (may not actually be a memory of “you” per say, and maybe not even my own memory, but it’ll definitely be a memory) 4. Why I’ll probably end up marrying you, and just how long that marriage will last 5. The biggest lie I’ve ever told you, or told around you (or I must just mention a lie you’ve used, either one) So leave a comment and feel the love, even if i've never met/seen/talked to you before in my life, I'm liable to make up BS about you anyway ““It is destiny, phrase of the weak human heart. It is destiny, dark apology for every error. The strong and virtuous admit not destiny.” Me with after-sex hair: 
“I’m not a tease, just a reminder of what you can’t have”
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Now you hold me
And we're broken
Still its all that I want to do
Feel myself
With a head made of the ground
I'm scared
But I'm not coming down, no no
And I won't run for my life
She's got her jaws just locked now in smile
But nothing is all right
All right
I want something else
To get me through this...
Life.......
I'm not listening when you say
Good-bye
This weekend was good. Friday night I watched Aladdin w/ Becca
^Yes I'm sucking my toe in the pic above...i was traumatized greatly by the fact that I couldn't open the "brush up" package
Then nora came
…And things got a little less G rated.
^That's my crotch
Um....yea
My crotch...again
eh-hem
afterwards they were exhausted
Mom: ok Becca’s parents wont be home so call us if anything goes wrong tonight
Dad: Yea, like if you run out of booze; I’ll be there, ready with the hard liquor, no daughter of mine is drinking sissy “light beer”
“Drink straight from the bottle, its good practice for giving head” -Rebecca
Leave a comment if you wish you were that cool
“Never live in the past but always learn from it.”
- unknown
“A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.”
-- Walter Winchell
^I guess I’m looking for that real friend still
"A guy and a girl can be just friends, but at one point or another, they will fall for each other...Maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time, maybe too late, or maybe forever"
My dear, I went for the steal
Maybe it was rushed
Oh, my crush, I've got a crush
"Are there some women put in the world just to make you feel bad about yourself?"
^Stolen from azstephanie
“I’m not a tease just a reminder of what you can’t have
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