I find that the best way to deal with this sort of don't want to do anything or think anything or entertain any idea of ever not being disappointed with life depression is to listen to the saddest music I can bring up on winamp. I'm so bored with calculus and I spend half of my time staring into space or drawing circles on my page.
In three days it will all be over.
And then I can bleach my hair.
And then I'll be headed to the middle of nowhere, even though it holds significantly less magic than before.
And then I'll be 17.
I guess I am a little excited.