Why I'm Hating Life at the Moment

I think I'm pretty justified in my feelings right now - have a look:

1. I've nearly spent all my money, going from over $200 to a little over $40 in the last few days, spending on my tux for senior prom, food, and ice cream.
2. Ungodly amounts of work brought on by inconsiderate teachers who think that their subject is the most important
3. Impending AP tests which will be hell due to either inexperienced teachers and their uninteresting teaching methods throughout the entire year
4. Badminton, which has gone from what would have been my favorite phys. ed. unit to my least favorite due my partner's continual ranting (such as I'm doing) to me during gameplay (thus bringing me down even further), her continual hacking up her lungs and, sometimes, [it sounds like] even the caudate lobe of her liver
5. The bad rainy weather that I've always associated with April and May which has surfaced out of the inanely beautiful weather we had been experiencing out-of-season - tgtbt, right?
6. Dumb "gossip-style" shit which I have so innocently and easily be sucked into after avoiding such juxtapositioning for the past few years, fairly successfully
7. Tomorrow, April 27th (a 27), which will be a marathon of a Friday...I have to come in early to do [basically] all of the Anatomy and Physiology of Smell lab and questions by the end of the day, attend the Senator Madigan pre-conference meeting, find time to do the calculator part of the calculus quiz which I already know I failed, have an interview with the University College Utrecht over the phone in my guidance counselor's office because the time difference doesn't allow me to do this from the comfort of my own home...and I'm guessing that all this will take place between 7am and 11am tomorrow...
8. Classmates who think I have a problem because I have so many things going on right now and their asinine thought process that suggests to them that I should not have a wavering in my usually-amicable air about me for their continued and unhindered fucking amusement (Amanda)

Unsure

Yesterday, I realized that, on average, my three-person family goes through one roll of toilet paper every two days. TODAY, I realized that I don't even know where the new rolls come from or who replaces them when there are no more underneath the sink...what does this say about the degree of my family participation? I'm not sure how I feel about not knowing the location of a possible emergency-solving object, or who would come to my rescue during the zenith of my vulnerability.