God, I really hope life gets better soon. -I have bedbugs in my house. More specifically, I have bedbugs in my bed. My legs and back are filled with perfectly round red circles that itch like nothing I've ever felt before. Because of this, I no longer have a bed, or a room. I sleep on the couch in the family room, but it's only a matter of time until they find me again, and we'll have to burn the house down. My mom plans on getting rid of everything in my room. She was going to anyway, before the bugs showed up, because she "would never subject the poor foreign exchange student to such hazardous living conditions." I guess it doesn't matter that it's been fine for me for years. If you've ever heard anything about bedbugs, you know that they don't go away. They just don't. They're God's little permanent markers. -I went to the dentist this morning. She wanted to take x-rays before doing anything else, so she put the little white cards in my mouth about thirty times. Each time, I held completely still, ignoring the severe pain that this was causing me, because my mouth is ten sizes too small, and the sides of the cards were shredding my gums. I didn't want her to give me any kind of numbing medication, so I pretended I didn't feel anything. It was a bloody, painful mess, but it was better than having a numb mouth. She discovered a cavity, which I was well aware of because of the pain it's been causing me lately. The x-rays came out, and together, we learned that my twelve-year molars have been trying to surface for the past two years, and they've just recently given up. The dentist ordered a few consultations, and I am to have my wisdom teeth, and FOUR fully visible teeth removed, to address my bottom crowding. I am going to look completely disgusting for months until my teeth grow together. Sadly, this aesthetic misfortune is among the least of my worries. -I am going to fail AP English, and consequentially, fail high school, and not be allowed to go to Finland in July. This one is my fault. While everyone else was reading The Picture of Dorian Gray over spring break, I... wasn't. Monday, we had an essay due about a character that I was just introduced to today, in the dentist's waiting room. I am in completely over my head. There are lots of other things happening that I'm not at liberty to discuss in a fully-google-searchable diary entry, but it will suffice to say that I could be in a lot of trouble over the next few weeks, depending on how perceptive certain people will be. I have this persistent feeling that my entire life's happenings are all determined by luck lately, and judging by my current luck, I am going to get hit by a truck and die tomorrow on my way to pick up my reserved copy of Pokemon Pearl.