Cynical day

This is the kind of day I had.
1. I woke up really late and was, surprise surprise, yet again late to seminary. I am up for the late-every-single-day-all-year award, competing a few fierce contendors who walk in at 7:25 (Pshaw, I am so much more dedicated than that... can anyone say 7:18 EVERY DAY?)
2. I went to Friendly's amidst the Krispy Kream Nightmare, as my weight watcher's support group has officially dubbed it. Last night we talked the whole time about how to resist this epitome of pure evil to all human beings on any sort of weight loss program. Thankfully, although they were handing out free coffees and donuts, I payed my ten bucks for gas (being a high school student I have realized you rarely get to fill the tank up all the way or you have to go movie-less for a month) and left without a fleeting glance at the requiem of the thin...
3. I fell flat on my face walking into school. Aparrently I am not quite as agile on no-tread sandals as I would like to believe. There is no disputing that I am the most fantastic crasher ever, as many years of skiing and unfortunate dives into snowbanks can attest.
4. I took this math semester test I hadn't studied AT ALL (I'm being serious) for. It was very entertaining. It was mostly along the lines of: definition of a derivative? What's that? I'll just make something up using delta x's and fancy limit signs and then use the power rule to find the answer. Yeah... one half done, one cespool of integration by parts to go... (can you say boring?)
5. I wrote this essay in class in AP history in twenty five minutes instead of the allotted thirty five. This was partly because I was ten minutes late to class (without a pass of course) after pleading with my math teacher to give me some small hint on the trigonometric related rate problem, and partly because I was BSing my way through it. Last essay I made up all this stuff on how teleological, evil, corrupted, and falsely worshiped Lincoln is, because although many people view him as a hero he was just a Machiavellian political tyrant. It was quite fun. Today I went on about how cool the thirteenth ammendment was for three pages because I couldn't remember any other reforms during reconstruction. Hopefully he will give me an A for my extensive (and round about) knowledge of abolition, as that was obviously all that mattered about the twenty years following the Civil War.
6. I have seriously gone blind, even with my contacts. In orchestra the music was so blurry I decided improvisation was key. Now I'm sure there is no doubt in my teacher's mind that it will be a wise choice to place me in the back in the middle of the viola section.
7. The chemistry lab, which was supposed to involve neat little crystal models, involved instead fingers impaled with toothpicks, styrafoam balls flying every where, messy constructions falling apart with a whiff of air, and Shauna and I begging Amanda for help for every single model.
8. Money management was a very enlightening experience when I realized something was very wrong with my check book and I would never be able to reconcile it with the bank statement. I was still about three hundred dollars off when I decided that was probably good enough and turned it in.
9. I thought my English teacher was still telling jokes but apparently he was lecturing about how important reading is. I was so absorbed in Faulkner's As I Lay Dying that I didn't seem to notice him glaring at me. Eventually he dropped a very subtle comment about how in colleges professors freak out when kids do things as insulting as reading through lectures. I did not know my face could turn that particularly unique shade of pinkish-red. I view it as progress though as today when he yelled at me he called me Lindsay, and he has been calling me Jennifer all year.

That is just a small sampling of my wonderful day. I am slightly sick of school, although it is a definite good use of my time. (Hopefully that sarcasm is apparent even over the net.)

Saturday I will fly to Florida, and Saturday evening I will be in Epcot and I WILL NOT think about my failed mathtest or my floundering checkbook, or even that I managed to trip at fall in various classes a record three times today.