Break of Winter

So it's sort of 3:20 in the morning and I'm more awake than I ever have been. YES, we're just partying it up over here. It is Day 13 of Home-Aloneness, and Shannon and Sandy are staying at my humble abode for 2 days or so. Honestly, having SO MUCH FUN and SO MANY SLEEPOVERS can get a little tiring, as we can all agree. It's nice to be sleeping in my own bed again with my own bathroom and my own dirty house to take care of.

SPEAKING OF WHICH. Today was a very important day. Why? I did three loads of my own laundry for the first time in my life. You're probably thinking, wow little spoiled brat how could you never do laundry in your life, BUT now I am that spoiled brat no longer. I guess my mom just so willingly did all that stuff that she never really forced me to do it. But it's actually sorta fun and I think I might do it regularly nowww. First load was a little low on the sweet-smelling detergent stuff, and now my clothes smell clean and neutral but not quite enough of that "fresh-out-of-the-laundry" smell that I love so much. Which makes me a little sad but I think Batch 2 and 3 are gonna be quite successful.

I would like to report that Shannon Lee is snoring right next to me. Not heavy breathing, but snoring. This is just because she insists that I snored quite loudly yesterday night and now she can't say that she doesn't do it herself. I would record it and get it on camera but that would require me getting out of this super comfortable spot right now.

So. Break. Definitely have been sleeping over 10 hours each day. Which is really good for me. I definitely haven't slept 10 hours in months. And this past week, I've been waking up at noon and BOY does it feel awesome. I haven't slept past 8:30am in sooooo longgg. We wake up, and it's time for lunch, prepared by the amazing Auntie Joy. I think I've ingested more junk food in the past three days than I have this past month. Potato chips, icecream, pizza, ramen, etc. I suppose it's good for the soul. The treadmill's gonna be my best friend for the next couple of months. WHOO

So January 5th is coming up. Which signifies a number of things. One includes the anniversary of my 18 years on this earth, and the other is a basketball tourney that I am so not ready for. I just need to relearn how to dribble... shoot... make lay-ups... play basketball. YEAH. It's gonna be great. Please don't come. Thank you.

It's 3:33am and that's a nice time so I think I'll wrap up this junx. THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT. Have a hunkydory breakkkk.

P.S. Perhaps I'll add some pictures/videos later on to make this post more visually stimulating.
P.P.S. ALSKJDFLKSJAF I HAVE AN A IN CALCULUS, HALLELUJAH!

Home Alone 2

Soooo my parents woke me up at 4am this morning to say goodbye. I don't think it's really kicked in yet that this house is gonna be empty for over two weeks. And I don't think I've ever spent Christmas without my family. Sighh oh well, guess there's a time for everythinggg!

LOL not until now have I realized how incredibly OCD my father is. Sure, he's a big burly man who loves basketball and computers and whatnot, but let me tell ya, this man loves his flowers soooooososo much.

Excuse me as I demonstrate.



This here is my kitchen counter. Aka my own personal jungle. My father has clustered every plant in the household here for my own watering convenience. If you look closely, you'll see post-it notes on certain pots with super specific instructions.



Please notice the girly caligraphyish writing. And the three layers of post-its. I take off the first one after Monday and there's a new date for the next time I need to water. Oh, Father, I'm pretty sure I know how to water a plant. LOL my dad's last words to me before he left: "IF I COME HOME AND YOU KILL MY PLANTS... I KILL YOU" HAHA he's never said that to me in my life. I'm glad my life is as important as your plantssssss lawlllll

So for some reason, my mother is overly anxious about me sleeping alone while they're gone. Sooo every night at like 9:30ish I get to have a sleepover with Richa! Kinda sad that for the past eight years that we've known each other, we've only been to each others houses like 3 times. WELL ALL THAT'S ABOUT TO CHANGE. I'm exciteeddddd.

I've gotten absolutely no work done this past week and I'm not sure why. OH, actually I do know. INTRODUCING, my super fresh Sony VAIO. I need to give him a sexy and exotic name... like something Spanish. I would say Alejandro but then I just think of those twins from Heroes and how stupid they are. Well Maya at least. ANYWAYS. suggestions are soo welcomeee


Ohhh don't you wish you were Lappy right now.

I don't feel like writing about college right now cuz it's just so depressing. So all I will say is CONGRATS AYEESHIK FOR UCHICAGOOO. You little smartypants youuu.

OH, ice skating night tomorrowwwwwww. AKA Time-for-Carolyn's-Knees-To-Look-Abused night. SIGH why am I sooo horrible and somehow everyone can magically ice skate a;slkfjsfjd. I refuse to hold onto the wall for more than 10 minutes tomorrow. Even if I get bruises the size of cantalopessssss.

I guess that's enough random crap for one nighttttttt. I'm done here. HAPPY, AYEESHIK? (I'm gonna end each post with that soon haha)

<3 COLLEGEBOARD LADY

AHH THANK YOU GOD HALLELUJAH DLKFJASDKLFJ
eeeeee omg I've never been so happy to sign up for an SAT asd;lfakdjf

OKAY SO. Yesterday night, my world came crashing down when I discovered that freakin' collegeboard.com wouldn't let me sign up for the December SAT II's and apparently the deadline to sign up for that was October 31st. And I assumed I was too late for the late fee. Andddd most of my colleges need them and I was just a little retard in not signing up for them earlier. Anyways I was just a wreck the entire night and couldn't study for anything or do anything except cry about my stupid stupidity and how I wasn't gonna go to college.

But today, everything's calmed down a bit and I came to my senses, so I decided to call collegeboard to ask about Standby testing and whether or not people actually get to take them most of the time. And I was all nervous cuz I hate calling people and companies and colleges and I sorta never do because I sound really stupid so I wrote out everything I wanted to say on a little post-it note and yes, I know I'm cool, you don't have to tell me.

BUT ANYWAYS, I just did it and got the nicest lady everrrrrr and I told her my sad little story and she's like, "Oh, sorry to cut you off, but if you already registered for the November SAT II and just didn't take it, I can change that for you right here!" HAHA I let out this like exuberant squeal and she must've thought I was retarded if she did, she didn't show it. "OMG REALLY? THANK YOU SO MUCH AHHH"

I think I said thank you to her like 238904723 times and every single time she was like "You're very welcome, dear" AND OMG I HATE COLLEGEBOARD BUT I LOVE HER AND I HOPE THOSE THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS I GIVE TO COLLEGEBOARD GO TO HER SALARY

There, Ayeeshik, I updated. Happy nowwww

Anyways, I kinda miss this girl.

I realized that my parents are leaving December 11th-ish to go to Hong Kong to celebrate my grandpa's baptism until january 2nd. My sister is meeting up with them and they'll be spending Christmas together. Which means I'm spending Christmas and the holiday season by myself. SOOOOO EXCITEDDDDD. Time to decorate the tree. By myself. And open my non-existent presents. By myself! And eat Christmas dinner. By myself! wheeeeeeee

Someone take me in so I can pretend I have a familyyyyyyy for a month or so.

Anyways, Thanksgiving is next week. Quiteee excited for thatttt. Something to look forward to, I suppose.

It's a bit funny how like two years ago I'd be so sad if I got no comments or eProps on my xanga. Silly little girl. Not really sure why I don't care as much now. Perhaps I'm a bit more secure and MATURE and wiseeee oh yes.

I think I'm done hereeeeee so tatafornoww

I'M DONE, BABY.
Hell week is overrrrr.

Not really feeling the Emory scholarship but what's done is done.
And it's 4:10am and I feel soo giddy.

Discipline.

I've realized this past weekend that I royally suck at college. I have 18+ hours in my stupid little day to write these stupid little essays for these stupid little colleges. Or one college, Emory, at the moment. You see, the application for the Emory Scholars program is due Nov. 1st, and for some reason I had the silly notion that November is soooooo far away. It's actually in 1.5 weeks. AND I have yet to come up with an amazing college essay. Or the essay for the actual scholarship. or the little short answers that go with it. Whooo-eeeee.

I've also realized also that since I'm using Common App for Emory, the essay that I come up with for this one is gonna have to be the one essay I use for the rest of my Common App colleges, so that means UPenn, Cornell, and Rice are going to get to see the nice little piece of crap that I can whip up in 1.5 weeks. CAN I GET A HIP HIP HOORAY? (I know some idiot is going to actually give me one)

ANYWAYS, that brings me to the reason I've written this little blog entry post thing.
I have decided to turn over another new leaf.
Yes, I know the other leaf of getting 7+ hours of sleep failed quite miserably, BUT THIS IS A NEW DAY.
I, Carolyn Angela Tong, will refrain from AIM until 9pm every day until November 1st comes around. And Facebook until 6pm (Because I must go in baby steps with Facebook).
Now this may not seem like a big deal to you but there is nothing I love more than wasting time, as sad as that is. That's gonna be 7+ hours of time to focus solely on college and school. And it's still not gonna be enough, I just know it.

I find that Writing and I have a pretty complicated love-hate relationship. I would rather write out my thoughts than say them any day, but MAN you don't know how long I can just sit in front of a computer screen with my nice MLA heading in the left-hand corner, trying desperately to come up with an amazing first sentence to start my amazing essay, AND spending WAY more time than I ever should on a stupid little intro that doesn't even end up being that good. ASLDKFJASKLDFJ it suckssssss soooooosososo much. I wish with all my heart that I were gifted like some people and could just whip out a ridiculously beautiful and poignant essay from my butt and spend like less than an hour on it. Oh, you know who you are.

So I'm not really even sure why I'm writing this because the link to get to this page is in my AIM profile and I'm not even gonna be on until freaking 9pm. But I felt that I should explain my online absence. OH ALSO, if you see me doing any of the above before my set time limit, please feel free to shoot me. MMKTHANKSSSSS.

Soooo I guess if you need to ask me a question (If you're foolish enough to ask me a question related to schoolwork HAH) justttttttt call my cell if you're important enough to me to have my number. It'll be a lovely little break in my torturous day.

It's the best day everrrrrrrr.

SO, since my favorite Indian man under 80 lbs (OH, Ayeeshik, how I kid. I will never ever tell anyone about your bulimia, CROSS MY HEART.) has so graciously suggested that I update this thing for my readers out there, (yes, all 2 of them) I suppose today is worth mentioning.

I'm not really sure why today was such an amazing day for me. Nothing too special really happened, and yet I haven't felt this giddy in a quite a bit of time.

So today was the Student-of-the-Month breakfast. Hah, more like aide-of-the-month. I think just about every teacher nominated their aide, so Dbake, Jon, Anna, Julie, Ale, Shaily, and I had a lovely fifteen minutes together with our donuts and apple juice. YES, we good people deserve only the healthiest of breakfasts. And you will be seeing our shining faces on the bright yellow bulletin board in the hall. What. an. honor. Seriously.

I feel so retarded in biology. Maybe we just weren't meant to be. I wish I cared about how many pyruvates glycolysis produces, I really do. Maybe I should start reading the chapters. Yeahh, that might help a little bit. And why does Mozilla say that pyruvate and glycolysis aren't words. Ignorant little piece of crap. Actually I've grown to like it quite a bit, and I have the most amazing add-ons ever. I'll go into that at another time.

I guess the first highlight of my day was roaming the halls putting up FBLA papers with three dashing men as the amateur tape applicator woman. Never have I been in the vicinity of such outright silly people, but it was a good, refreshing kind of silly. I've never really done that before, just walking around and making a ruckus and popping my head into random classrooms and giggling and being silly. "I feel soooooo rebellious." (I'm still not letting that go btw). Buttttt, I must admit, it was actually buckets of fun, and that I hope someday to be as skilled a troublemaker as they are. It will take much practice and determination.

Anddddd tonight was just awesome. I haven't laughed that hard/been that retarded in a really long time. And that's saying something. So thank you. (:

AND there's no Calculus hw. and I'm completely done with everything. I have never felt so freeeeeeeeee, baby.

And it's Wacky Tacky Day tomorrow. Life is good.

note to self: hold off on the coffee.

Today is/was a bit of an odd day. I slept at 2am last night because of this awesome biology lab, half of which I left sitting on the printer. So I had to rush back home after school ended and drive back to school to drop it off and then drive back home again. Fun.

I have to say it was a good day though. I can't really think of a reason why it was, but it was good nonetheless. Today after my group performed a scene from No Exit, the most messed up play of all time, Ms. Mehlman told me I surprised her with my dramatic talent and that I should try out for our school's dramas.

...HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH.
Okay, just had to get that out. I'm back now.

In other news, I definitely peed like seven times in the course of the school day. I wasn't really even that tired this morning but my lovely mother went and made me coffee anyways. And it just flowed right out of me like the entire day. Wonderful images for the mind, I know. I do hope it wears off by tomorrow morning when I have to sit in River Hill High School for 4+ hours to take yet another meaningless SAT. Is it bad that I don't really care about it this time around? I'll probably completely suck at this essay, too. Hopefully I'll get past the first sentence of my second point this time. Maybe.

I don't think I've gotten over 6 hours of sleep any day this entire week. Even after reading that intriguing article in this month's Reader's Digest about the magic of sleep. UGH, why do I completely suck at time management this year? Never have I been doing homework everyday til 10. I am so easily distracted. AIM is my arch nemesis. I must defeat it.

I had an interesting conversation today with my intern/mentor teacher, Ms. Kelly. She's pretty much crazy and passionate about everything, but I love her anyways. I told her how much I suck this year and what a little slacker I've become (maybe not those exact words). And she told me how she forces her son to sit down every Friday afternoon and do all of his homework, starting with what he hates the most. 'Cause once you finish that one thing you hate, there's no better feeling in the world. And you don't ever have it hanging over your head all weekend as you dread Sunday night's arrival. It's kinda one of those things I've always known in the back of my mind, but for some reason her words were inspiring and I'm going to go do that today. Or I'll at least give it a worthy attempt.

BTW, the seniors have the most incredible Hallowtwist idea ever. Prepare to be amazed. Thoroughly amazed.

And since I'm real good at rambling on and on and making no sense, I'll finish off with one of my Office favorites.

I am going to marry Dwight.

ready, set, go.

I'm not really sure why I went and got myself one of these things. I would say I was just joining a bandwagon but there really isn't much of one. I guess I just kind of miss being to write. To nobody really, but it feels good to write.
It's a shame that nobody uses xanga anymore. I guess this is the next best thing. Time to convert everyone.

Boy, it feels good to waste time. Soon I'm gonna start changing just about everything on this site for no particular reason. Fannnntastic.



In other news, Mau-En Lee is now a father.
Jeremiah Lee, 7 lbs. 5 ounces.

AH, I couldn't be happier for him. =)

I know babies aren't supposed to be really cute when they're newborn cuz they're all pruny and tiny like raisins. But I can tell he's going to be quite the cutayy


Time to figure out the music on this thing. I'll save that for another day.