Not Fun

On Monday I spent all day until Company rehearsal in bed, skipping my Theory class. I went to sleep at midnight. I somehow woke myself up at 5am and was unable to go back to sleep.
So Tuesday morning I got up, showered, got ready for the day 3 hours earlier than planned. I went to my Gender class, where I realized I had forgotten to do the assignment from over break [interview family members and write a paper about the gendered breakdown of household work, no late papers accepted]. Went to my Science class and learned about glaciers. Had lunch.
I got back to my room around 1pm and figured I'd take a nap until dinnertime.
I woke up at around 11pm, went back to sleep around 1am, and didn't wake up until now [8pm on Wednesday].
So that means I missed my Modern class and am in the middle of missing a DS [campus group I dance with] rehearsal. That means that I've spent the past 32 hours in bed, and it's not like I'm going to get up now and do anything.

I'm doing the depressed thing again, and it sucks. This is exactly how I felt in highschool when I supposedly had it. But back then, the class I was doing poorly in got easier, so I got better grades and my parents got off my ass; we started rehearsing for the Spring recital in dance class, so I liked going better; and I yelled at the douchebag psychiatrist who prescribed pills on the first day he met me.
It was later determined that it was 'situational depression' as opposed to 'clinical depression'. Uh, duh.
The big differences here are that my classes that I dislike and don't want to do work in aren't going to end with the semester, there's not going to be a change in dance until never, and I don't have anyone to yell at. It's still 'situational' but it doesn't seem like the 'situations' are going anywhere. So it's time to stifle until I can fake it until I can make it through the day not sleeping through the day.
This saddo stuff is really boring, so let's hope I bash it down soon.