Post by molly van der yale on May 21, 2009 18:08:10 GMT -5
molly grace van der yale!
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TO BE CHILL BUT YOU'RE SO HOT
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"well hey hey sexy people, the name's molly grace van der yale, but most people
just call me molly. i was welcomed into this fine world on february tenth,
which would make me about seventeen years old. obviously i'm a vagina, and
i'm hella proud of it too! i'm also very proud to be a bisexual, so if
you don't like it, you can go suck it! a lot of people tend to tell me that i really do
look a whole lot like willa holland. i think it's mostly because of my brown
hair and my totally heart breaking green eyes. but what really makes me sexy is
my face. oh...and did i mention that i'm living it up as an academy student.
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nothing's gonna stop me but divine intervention
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making up words, kissing, dancing in the middle of the street, smoking up, hookah pipes, raves, old clothing, bongs, painted toe nails, sex with boys, sex with girls, aimless walks, large bowls, recreational drug use, food, ballet shoes, roof top sun rises, picture messaging, gossip blogs, being outside at three/six am, not sleeping for 32 hours, learning about buddhism, deep conversations, sleeping for 14 hours at a time, europe trips, perverted conversations, home-brewed green tea, cigarettes, bruises, scrapping, sleeping in a bed with a bunch of people, zippo lighters, wearing no pants, star wars action figures, grunge bands, hippies, stories about woodstock '69, stupid nicknames, paperback books, no air conditioning in the summer, walking around the house in barely any clothing, board games, black and white movies, religious people, pillows, sleeping in cars, old slang, laundry smell, rubbing people's stomachs, hugging strangers, shouting obscenities, grandpa cardigans.
AND NOT SO MUCH?
surprises, people looking at her feet, most teachers, how vhs tapes get crinkly sounds when they're old, drugs you have to inject, having a lot of stuffed animals, the sound her phone makes when it goes off when her stereo is on, cold feet, people talking about their bodily functions, missing anyone, being yelled at, cats, when people think they're being clever when they call her molly vd (venereal disease), the fact that people can get that kind of thing from her name, going more than a day without showering, harold & kumar, perez hilton, people with stupid names, people who name their kids stupid names, being tied down, people who assume she's stupid because she's a pothead, people who assume she's a spoiled rich girl, the sounds pencils make, hearing people crack their knuckles, too much perfume/cologne, sweaty feet, failing classes, looking tired, whiney kids, kids who broadcast their problems around, neck aches, rain, not being able to sleep when she wants to, rings.
WHAT GET'S TO YOU, SCAREDY CAT?
i am fucking terrified of needles. i can't really explain it, but they just freak me out. i can't stand the thought of a piece of metal being shoved into my arm. i can't even watch it on tv. it seriously makes me feel physically ill. people seem to think it's weird that i'm afraid of needles - apparently they're expecting to see track marks on my arms or something. but i'm definitely not the kind of person who will shoot up. i freak out and get all shaky and sometimes cry when confronted with a needle. they just really freak me out.
vomiting freaks me the fuck out. same thing as needles. i can't explain it, it just really freaks me out. i can't be around people when they're puking. i'm definitely not the friend who will hold your hair back while you vomit, so don't ask me to. i'm terrified of me puking, too. which is probably why i don't drink that much - i don't want to get puke. even talking about it is making me uneasy.
WHAT YOUR DREAM COME TRUE?
create a time machine that actually transcends space and time, so i can hop into it and go back to the sixties and live there. i want to go back to new yrk city in the sixties and go to woodstock and encounter ken kesey and his merry men & the bus called furthur. and i am 1200% serious about this.
i want to move to italy or france or greece and write a novel. or novels. good novels. great novels. brilliant novels like the ones published in the mid-1900's. i want to be one of those authors who drink scotch and smoke cigars while they bang out their story on an old typewriter.
i also really want to learn how to ride a motorcycle and join a motorcycle gang. i seriously think that that would be the coolest fucking thing ever.
WHAT ARE YOUR HABITS , GOOD AND BAD?
i smoke. a lot. i always have a cigarette and a lighter on me. seven times of out ten, i'll have a joint on me too. that's another little habit of mine. smoking up, bunnin', hotboxing, hittin' the bong. whatever the hell you want to call it, i love it. i play with my light a lot, too. which isn't really that good because i use up all the lighter fluid really fast and then i have to go and buy a new one. which is a pain in the butt.
i crack my back and neck a lot more than necessary. i hate the sound it makes, but i love the way i feel afterward. i swear like a sailor. i've been threatened on many occasions that i'm going to have my mouth washed out with soap. even now she threatens me with that. it would be a lot more effective if she didn't have a mouth worse than mine.
WHAT ARE YOU HIDING?
honestly, i'm not hiding much from anyone. i've got nothing to hide.
GOT A FAVORITE MEMORY?
there was this time, i think i was about five or six, that my mum and i went to france to visit her sister. it was just me, my mum and my sister caroline. like usual, my dad was away on business. it was a kind of spontaneous thing - my mum just came into my room and started packing my bags and the next thing i knew, we were on the red-eye to lyon. this doesn't really need explaining, though. we spent two weeks in lyon. there was one day, my mum took me and my sister out for ice cream. for the entire day, it was just the three of us. eat ice cream, having fun. it's the most time i've ever spent with my mother or sister. ever. it was really nice. sometimes i wish i could go back to that day. everything just seemed so great.
THE WORST?
the fight between my dad and my sister before she left. i was twelve, she was sixteen. caro was a lot like i am, only more-so. hard to believe, right? but she was the girl who went out with blonde hair and came back with black. she pierced her face and got tattoos just to piss my parents off. the fight happened when she game home pregnant. she'd been seeing this guy, james, for awhile and he was a couple years older than her. and he got her pregnant. i remember sitting on the top of the stairs while my parents fought with her about it. they wanted her to get an abortion so she wouldn't tarnish the van der yale name. caro wanted to keep the baby. my dad threatened to disinherit my sister. my sister threatened to leave. both happened. she came storming up the stairs, passed me and started packing. an hour later, she was gone. before she left, she told me she was sorry and that she loved me. i haven't seen her since i was twelve.
WHAT ABOUT PET PEEVES?
i really don't want to waste your time with what bothers me. because there is a lot. i get annoyed and frustrated with other people really easily. mostly girls. girls tend to piss me off a lot. especially when they're whining about being broken up with and crap.
simply, if you're not an idiot... i will not be annoyed.
HOW STRONG ARE YOU?
i am not good at that many things.
EVERYONE HAS A WEAKNESS ...
i am bad at a lot of things.
HOW'S YOUR HYMEN, METAPHORICALLY OR NOT?
gone. twice.
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i'm yours; well open up your heart and see like me
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the electric kool-aid acid test by tom wolfe.
or one flew over the cuckoo's next by ken kesey.
FAVORITE MOVIE?
the beautiful ordinary. st. elmo's fire.
FAVORITE MEMBER OF NSYNC?
i liked backstreet boys better.
FAVORITE FOOD?
chocolate chip cookie dough. that is all.
FAVORITE TYPE OF BUBBLE GUM?
the green stride.
FAVORITE COLOR?
don't really care, to be honest.
FAVORITE TV SHOW?
little britain - it's fucking hilarious. skins is pretty good, too.
FAVORITE NON-ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGE?
green tea. and those fuze drinks.
FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGE?
anything, really. i'm not picky.
FAVORITE TIME OF DAY?
three in the morning. or six in the morning.
FAVORITE HOLIDAY?
4/20. just kidding. i don't really observe any holidays. so i don't have a favourite.
FAVORITE IDEAL DATE?
who dates anymore? hm. i don't really care. i'd prefer to just hang, rather than go out on 'dates.' i'm not really a 'date' type person.
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spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror
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angus van der yale. he's old. sixty-one. we don't have a good relationships. he's not home very often, and when he is, we don't talk because he's still working. i don't really know what he does. something that requires him to travel a lot and make a lot of money. he's kind of an ass and we don't really get along. plus, he's probably jealous i get more pussy than he does.
AND HIS BABY MOMMA?
lily van der yale. she's forty-something. she doesn't work and i don't like her very much. when i was really little, she was okay. but she's kind of terrible now. i don't see her very often because she's usually off fucking her tennis instructor. who graduated two years before me and who i used to smoke up with.
WHAT ABOUT THOSE CRAZY SIBLINGS?
my sister is called caroline, and she's twenty-one. she was pretty much my best friend growing up, despite being four years older than me. even when she was pissing off my parents, she was still my best friend. she got kicked out and disinherited when she was sixteen and got pregnant. she ran off with her boyfriend. i haven't seen her since i was twelve. she writes me letters occasionally. to let me know she's still alive, i guess. she's been living in melbourne with her almost five year old daughter, grace and her boyfriend ryan. i'm hoping to be able to go see her soon. i miss her like crazy.
WHERE ARE YOU FROM?
i was born in rome, but only lived there for like a year. my mum was just... there when she was pregnant with me. as soon as i was allowed to travel on the plane, we moved back to auckland, where we used to live. when i was fourteen, we moved here.
WHAT'S YOUR LIFE STORY?
i was born. i lived. i got high. i'll die. that's all that fucking matters.
THE SOUNDTRACK TO YOUR LIFE?
i watch my neighbor’s son play with his shotgun in the street. i
think i’ll blaze all day and marvel at the mass of food i eat. it’s
strange; i’m skinny when i’m standing but i’m buddha when i sit,
and if i’m truly so enlightened why’d i waste your time on it. as i
look back at all these crossroads and the middle where i stay, right
up the beaten path to boredom where the fakest fucks get laid
by the faux-finest finds. it’s been that way and god damn you,
how you stay, with every scummy, crummy hour of the scummy,
crummy day.
YELLOW CAT/RED CAT - SAY ANYTHING
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hey, what's up? my name is mag and i've been rocking out with
my stunna shades for sixteen years. yeah, i know i'm pretty ill.
and obviously i'm a girl, can you dig it? if you wanna get in touch with
me just hit me up by pm is fine. oh, and i gotta have me my cold fingers..
"liesss." carly hissed, narrowing her eyes at liam. and then she laughed. was she really that dark? it wasn't something that she took all that much notice of. yes, she was pretty darn tan, but black enough to blend in africa? liam's ridiculousness made her laugh. "shiit son, shaniqua think yoo' stupit." well... that impression was very special of carling. chuckling to herself, carling smiled. she agreed with liam that it would be cool to be black. at least, it would be cool to be jamaican. they were so chill with their relaxed island lifestyle and cool as shit accents. the hendersens had a jamaican neighbour whom carly absolutely adored. she was an old woman, kind of the insane side. she had a tendency to sing to her plants and tell carling never to trust a man who called her beautiful, because according to her that meant that they only wanted one thing. usually, that was the point where carling just smiled and nodded and sybil went on to tell her that she was not joking and it was a very serious subject they were discussing. that was usually where carling was searching desperately for an excuse to excuse herself from the woman's presence. yes, carling loved the old woman dearly, but she was completely psychotic and sometimes scared carly.
"a pony would have been frickin' awesome." carling said with a grin. truthfully, carly was kind of afraid of horses. at one point, when she was about twelve she had been convinced that she wanted to ride horses. so she had convinced her father to sign her up for lessons. she lasted for about half of one before she freaked out. the horse was so much bigger than her, it could crush her so easily. from that point on, carling never really went near a horse again. she hadn't even actually gotten up on the animal, either. "but i don't think it would be better." her grin spread wider when he explained why he bought it. did that mean that he had been thinking of her while he was in france? well... obviously he had been thinking of her - he wouldn't have bought her a present if he hadn't been on his mind. but still, the thought that she had been on his mind while they had been away had made her smile. the smile spread wider as he oh-so-smoothly turned the meant for the cheek kiss into a kiss on the lips. carly had been hoping he would do that. for awhile she had been hoping that he would just make a move already; she wouldn't reject him if he had flat out showed her that he liked her instead of just flirting with her.
in the end, carling always ended up cursing his relationship with grant. if he hadn't dated her, they'd be together right now. if he hadn't dated her, there would be no stigma attached to carling returning liam's flirtations. of course, carling ignored that stigma most of the time and flirted with her best friend, but still. it would be nice to not have to feel guilty about it, which always seemed to be the case. plus, it wasn't like grant was the most innocent person in the world - she had done exactly what carling was doing. grant had known that carling had liked liam and still she had gone out with them. she had tried to look innocent, asking carling after the pair of them got together if it would be alright with her. when it would have made carling look like a bitch if she had said no. grant had backed her into a corner and that hadn't been fair, just like carling wasn't exactly being fair to her female cohort. but making up excuses for herself made herself feel better. a lot of the time she just pardoned herself with the saying 'an eye for an eye' and hoping no one reminded her that an eye for an eye made the whole world blind. carling knew that if things went farther between her and liam that it would cause tension between her and grant, but that didn't stop carling from wanting things to go farther with liam.
carling smiled, touching the necklace now secured to her neck gently. at the moment she would have to take his word for it and assume she didn't look like a fool wearing a pretty necklace with a bathing suit. "well, everyone wants to get spoiled by their grandparents this time of year." carling especially. she had never gotten particularly close with either set of her grandparents, due to the distance between them. it wasn't until very recently that carling had started going off to her grandparents' on her own, now that she was old enough to travel by herself and have her father trust she wouldn't get herself lost somewhere. when she was younger she would occasionally see her grandparents on holidays, but only if they came down to california. most of the time her father was too busy to travel to see them. which is why carling never got to know them all that well. but now, she was on pretty close terms with her paternal grandmother. they talked on the phone sometimes and it was her that carly usually chose to visit most. after all, she was the one who fed her pie whenever she was there. and carling liked pie. the girl laughed, nodding in agreement with liam. yes, snow was beautiful. and it was rather cute out when it was snowing gently, but it was still cold. and carling really didn't appreciate that. "me and maddox always destroyed mercedes in snow ball fights."
carly wrinkled her nose. was it really possible to go to paris and not have any exciting stories to tell? she had never been to the most popular city in france, but she severely doubted that it was possible. it was, after all, the home of some of the most beautiful architecture in the world. "awh, come on, lee. you didn't even meet some fabulous foreign girl who you taught english and will probably show up here any day now, proclaiming her love for you? i didn't think it was possible to go to europe and not have that happen." she grinned, shaking her bangs out of her eyes. her grin spread wider when liam offered to tell her a story. that seemed like a fantastic idea to her. "alright, tell me a story. but there has to be a unicorn.. and a prince.. and a princess.. and an inanimate object that speaks and gives sage advice to everyone." once her requirements for liam's story was set down, carling leaned into liam, settling in for story time.
my stunna shades for sixteen years. yeah, i know i'm pretty ill.
and obviously i'm a girl, can you dig it? if you wanna get in touch with
me just hit me up by pm is fine. oh, and i gotta have me my cold fingers..
"liesss." carly hissed, narrowing her eyes at liam. and then she laughed. was she really that dark? it wasn't something that she took all that much notice of. yes, she was pretty darn tan, but black enough to blend in africa? liam's ridiculousness made her laugh. "shiit son, shaniqua think yoo' stupit." well... that impression was very special of carling. chuckling to herself, carling smiled. she agreed with liam that it would be cool to be black. at least, it would be cool to be jamaican. they were so chill with their relaxed island lifestyle and cool as shit accents. the hendersens had a jamaican neighbour whom carly absolutely adored. she was an old woman, kind of the insane side. she had a tendency to sing to her plants and tell carling never to trust a man who called her beautiful, because according to her that meant that they only wanted one thing. usually, that was the point where carling just smiled and nodded and sybil went on to tell her that she was not joking and it was a very serious subject they were discussing. that was usually where carling was searching desperately for an excuse to excuse herself from the woman's presence. yes, carling loved the old woman dearly, but she was completely psychotic and sometimes scared carly.
"a pony would have been frickin' awesome." carling said with a grin. truthfully, carly was kind of afraid of horses. at one point, when she was about twelve she had been convinced that she wanted to ride horses. so she had convinced her father to sign her up for lessons. she lasted for about half of one before she freaked out. the horse was so much bigger than her, it could crush her so easily. from that point on, carling never really went near a horse again. she hadn't even actually gotten up on the animal, either. "but i don't think it would be better." her grin spread wider when he explained why he bought it. did that mean that he had been thinking of her while he was in france? well... obviously he had been thinking of her - he wouldn't have bought her a present if he hadn't been on his mind. but still, the thought that she had been on his mind while they had been away had made her smile. the smile spread wider as he oh-so-smoothly turned the meant for the cheek kiss into a kiss on the lips. carly had been hoping he would do that. for awhile she had been hoping that he would just make a move already; she wouldn't reject him if he had flat out showed her that he liked her instead of just flirting with her.
in the end, carling always ended up cursing his relationship with grant. if he hadn't dated her, they'd be together right now. if he hadn't dated her, there would be no stigma attached to carling returning liam's flirtations. of course, carling ignored that stigma most of the time and flirted with her best friend, but still. it would be nice to not have to feel guilty about it, which always seemed to be the case. plus, it wasn't like grant was the most innocent person in the world - she had done exactly what carling was doing. grant had known that carling had liked liam and still she had gone out with them. she had tried to look innocent, asking carling after the pair of them got together if it would be alright with her. when it would have made carling look like a bitch if she had said no. grant had backed her into a corner and that hadn't been fair, just like carling wasn't exactly being fair to her female cohort. but making up excuses for herself made herself feel better. a lot of the time she just pardoned herself with the saying 'an eye for an eye' and hoping no one reminded her that an eye for an eye made the whole world blind. carling knew that if things went farther between her and liam that it would cause tension between her and grant, but that didn't stop carling from wanting things to go farther with liam.
carling smiled, touching the necklace now secured to her neck gently. at the moment she would have to take his word for it and assume she didn't look like a fool wearing a pretty necklace with a bathing suit. "well, everyone wants to get spoiled by their grandparents this time of year." carling especially. she had never gotten particularly close with either set of her grandparents, due to the distance between them. it wasn't until very recently that carling had started going off to her grandparents' on her own, now that she was old enough to travel by herself and have her father trust she wouldn't get herself lost somewhere. when she was younger she would occasionally see her grandparents on holidays, but only if they came down to california. most of the time her father was too busy to travel to see them. which is why carling never got to know them all that well. but now, she was on pretty close terms with her paternal grandmother. they talked on the phone sometimes and it was her that carly usually chose to visit most. after all, she was the one who fed her pie whenever she was there. and carling liked pie. the girl laughed, nodding in agreement with liam. yes, snow was beautiful. and it was rather cute out when it was snowing gently, but it was still cold. and carling really didn't appreciate that. "me and maddox always destroyed mercedes in snow ball fights."
carly wrinkled her nose. was it really possible to go to paris and not have any exciting stories to tell? she had never been to the most popular city in france, but she severely doubted that it was possible. it was, after all, the home of some of the most beautiful architecture in the world. "awh, come on, lee. you didn't even meet some fabulous foreign girl who you taught english and will probably show up here any day now, proclaiming her love for you? i didn't think it was possible to go to europe and not have that happen." she grinned, shaking her bangs out of her eyes. her grin spread wider when liam offered to tell her a story. that seemed like a fantastic idea to her. "alright, tell me a story. but there has to be a unicorn.. and a prince.. and a princess.. and an inanimate object that speaks and gives sage advice to everyone." once her requirements for liam's story was set down, carling leaned into liam, settling in for story time.
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