Long Distance, Agony, and School Pictures

May I just start out by saying that today was more hideous that my future hairless cat? Yes. It really was that bad. Apparently Pocotello is long distance in the phone district, and the two hour phone call I made on a land line didn't help my status either. $130.90 later, I find out that it is long distance, and yes, I personally have to pay for it, even though that sounds entirely like a threat. A terrible day was in the making when at 6:30 a.m. my alarm went off, I rolled over and slapped it up, and then woke up 40 minutes later. After an awful hair and make up job because I'm almost entirely out of mascara, I head out for school, only to discover that I'm late for my first class, AND I got a 74% on the test we'd had the week before. Math was as confusing as ever, until I cleared most of it up with my teacher. Skip to sixth period, and I'm suppose to edit my paper, which I'll admit I'm highly bias towards, so I don't even think it needs editing. My teacher agreed thoroughly with me, so I couldn't complain there. I come home angry, and leave for my cardio angry, so of course I feel like punishing myself for not being able to do anything right by taking the long loop several times around, plus extra. When I get home, I start on my math homework, fail, and move on. Did I mention I got my school pictures back today? What is it with pictures! They always look bad! This is definitely not what I want to be remembered as for my junior year. Great Scot of Ireland, there's no way in hell I'd keep this. Anywho, I suppose I'm off to practice something GOOD in my life, my piano. Cheers.