Carolyn Tong is now writing the last short essay of the last college application she will EVER complete. EVER. In her life. Now all you snooty other seniors are probably like HAH, I finished weeks ago, but this is quite an exciting day for me. So rejoice with me!
Mmm. So this last essay is for Rice (WOW. ok sidenote. I never realized just how insane Rice is, or how amazing it is. 80% of applicants rejected?!? HAH, I barely know why I'm applying. I was looking at this Rice forum and everyone's like "OH PLEASE CHANCE ME I HAVE STRAIGHT 5'S ON ALL MY EXAMS AND A 5.64 GPA AND 2350 OMG DO YOU THINK I HAVE THE SLIGHTEST CHANCE?"
SCREW YOU, OVERANXIOUS GENIUSES. I'm really bothered by brilliant people that know they're brilliant and want the rest of the human population to know. Especially the ones that rub it in your face all obnoxious-like. )And I'm not really sure why I'm feelin so feisty and weird. I do believe it's the Toblerone miniatures that are sitting on my desk just waiting to find a place in my tummy. I think I'm going to bring them all to school so I don't balloon into the first female sumo wrestler in Columbia, MD.
So I was looking at all the old entries on my xanga just now because I wanted to use the Philly missions trip in my Rice essay, and I came across this post and it cracked me up. JUST THOUGHT I'D SHARE IT WITH YA'LL. Ew I did not just say "ya'll."
so i definitely told this story like 8329739 times but its necessary to explain my retarded morning today. SERIOUSLY WHAT IS WITH MY MORNINGS NOWso i woke up, decided to do my hw starting from 330, ended up doing all of it by 6. i decided that hw-doing would probably make me tired so i tried to go back to sleep. but i just rolled around for another five minutes with my eyes super wide open still, so i got up and decided to clean my desk cuz its pretty nasty. after that was done, i moved onto my dresser. then my whole room. i was about to reorganize it cept i dont really have enough pictures to make my walls pretty. then i go downstairs to fill up my parakeet's food and play with him for a bit. then i go back upstairs to the guestroom where all the clothes from the laundry are sprawled out on the bed. i then begin to iron all of the clothes, fold them, sort them, (EVEN THE UNDERWEAR. man my parents have weird underwear. ANYWAYS)
by 7 my mom peeks into the hallway stealthily. (she got up to pee, but she heard something downstairs and she thought it was a burglar. so she doesn't even flush the toilet so the burglar wont come up and find her and kill her.) she sees me ironing clothes and she's like "CHILD WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU" and goes back to sleep. i finish all the clothes and by now my mom is up and about and doing her hair and everything. i make her bed, then put the finished clothes on it.
in the car my mom starts laughing at me as i tell my story. "you need to drink coffee more often." hahah yeahh i dont expect that to happen anytime soon. i'll stick to hot chocolate for now. i think it might've been the chocolate covered coffee bean that was on my turtle mocha cuz thats the only thing that was different from any other day. CURSED BEAN.
ANYWAYS. onto the second half of my story. so i slept at 12 sunday night thinking my body is tough enough to not mess up its sleep cycle after getting 2 hours of sleep the night before. i wake up this morning to my mom flapping about: "OMGG LUM LUM GET UP NOW HOW COULD YOU DO THIS" ...guess what time i woke up?
...9:45am.
i definitely thought it was sunday for a second and i was like SHOOT we're late for service! ahhh my family is so screwed up without my dad. i guess none of my stupid alarm clocks decided to ring. or i just slept right through them. so here i am, fourth period being the first period of my day. yippee i have a half day today. and the only class that actually matters that i miss is english. oh well. at least i'm not tired today.
i better have a normal morning tomorrow or i might just go crazy. or more crazy than i already am.
Well, it gave me a chuckle. Hope it did for youuuu tooooo.
Mmm. So. 2008. I must say, 2008 looks a lot prettier than 2007. Or rounder at least. Or perhaps I'm just biased because the class of '08 is the most awesome one ever.
I thought I'd include this picture just because.
Okayyyyy I've wasted enough time on this and WOW I didn't even write an entry on Philly! What in the worldddddd gahhhhhhhhhhh. OKAY ANYWAYS TATA NEXT TIME I SEE YOU I WILL BE HOMEEE FREEE, BABY!
CAROLYNTONG, OVER AND OUT! [mmm it's so fun being retarded.]
3 comments:
Your parakeet is dead.
HAHAHAHHAHHAH way to be ridiculous. that made my day, reading your story.
sleep-deprivation is weird like that huh?
Wow.
You.
Are.
Amazingly.
High.
I couldn't even follow you. -_-
And I'm quite a high person.
And I'm not done with college app yet. D:
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