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I AM SO GLAD THAT I DID NOT TRY TO WATCH HOUSE ON THE TREADMILL. Like I usually do when there's something good on, because it makes me stay on the treadmill the entire time, you know? But Tyler and the parents were fighting loudly for pretty much all afternoon/evening, Tyler feeling the need to stand at the back of the hallway (right by my bedroom door) to do so, meaning I got virtually no sleep. (And as the afternoons are my normal sleeping time--I haven't been able to sleep more than an hour or so at night lately, which is horrid because I've been running on the 3-5 hours I catch between getting home and getting up to go to the gym and only catching up on weekends--this contributes to a very tired me.)

So yes. I kept trying to go back to sleep, kept getting woken up, and stayed in bed through House, going to the gym closer to 9:30.

I'm watching it now, and I just got to the REMY REVELATION OF WINNAGE.

And I am fully confident that I would have fallen off of the treadmill (because I go fast and on the steepest incline it'll do, which means you've got to hold on) if I had been walking on it when that part came up.

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Stayed in bed this morning, since I had volleyball after school (meaning I had to drive, meaning I could stay in for an extra hour).

Except not, as Dad finally took the car to the shop to get the fender fixed, so I didn't have anything to drive. Mum had to cart me up to school, which makes her uber late (seeing as her school is in the opposite direction as mine), and now I feel bad.

And this gum that I bought a bunch of a while ago (plain old Wrigley's Doublemint) and just remembered about and grabbed this morning? Disgusting. I don't understand it; I don't remember this kind being this bad. It's not because the flavor wore off either, it started immediately when I put it in. Perhaps a bad reaction with my cereal this morning, like orange juice after brushing your teeth?

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This is a failure day. Just in that I'm all mopey.

Find out that I got a 68% on a Spanish test first thing, frustrated over the corrections for said test during Spanish (because I don't know what I did wrong, really, in several large sections) and again in English, which was a horridly loud class and thus impossible to work in.

Got bugged for help on an econ quiz in English too (interrupting my trying to work on the Spanish), revealing exactly how utterly little I understand the section we're on (I missed the first main lecture where most of it was taught, which made it impossible for me to get any of the rest of it. Add to that I can't actually see the notes as the teacher blows through them while sitting right in front of me, even though I've told her that I can't see when she does that, and econ class is just a waste of my time these last few weeks).

Then I looked up my grades and found out that yet again, it appears I don't get the academic award because some jackass teacher decided to give me a shit effort grade for no real reason (seriously, if he's basing it on my having to make up a bunch of tests last semester because I wasn't there, I'm going to be fucking pissed).

Went to Bio to take said jackass teacher's latest test, and found out that there was a sheet passed out at some point that outlined the stuff that we were supposed to learn on our own (because there were no--count'em, none--lecture days for this section, just a bunch of worksheets he tossed at us). Which I naturally hadn't learned, having not known about them. I knew most of the stuff anyway, but two of the essays I'm pretty sure I didn't get full points on for stuff that was on that sheet.

God. I'm just so frustrated with school (and how I'm performing in it, really) right now. And how I seem to be getting screwed out of things a lot lately. (Case in point, going out to dinner. Which they did last night for Fat Tuesday. Because I don't want to waste my calories on food that's only decent, but nobody ever seems to give a damn when I say that I don't want to go/don't think there's anything I can eat/don't like someplace. The family's gone out probably 5 times without me in a row now, and it pisses me off because I'm getting punished for trying to stop eating whatever just because it's there.)

Plus, my heath has been shit (mainly odd bladder issues, but I've also managed to get myself dehydrated as all getout and nothing seems to be helping, plus the odd glandular swelling that won't go away even though I was on antibiotics), I've been wearing the same pair of jeans for prolly a week now because I'm still out of clothes that fit and haven't been able to get to the thrift store on a Saturday because of mock trial, and I'm probably going to have to go to church tonight (my dad being scheduled to be one of the wine-giver people and it being Ash Wednesday and all)

Failure.