Much Disappointment

So I bought my flight ticket for Vancouver around Christmas time, because

a) it was on sale
b) I was wholly optimistic that I would be able to take days off
c) I'm a giant dumbass for being so optimistic

So basically, I need 6 school days off.

And I got a firm no.

I don't even want to delve into it; it's depressing and irksome. I'm currently waiting for a callback from Air Korea to refund my ticket, with a penalty fee if I'm lucky enough to get a refund.
A part of me wants to be nonchalant, laid-back, and take this as a learning experience of what not to do in the future.
Another part of me wants to stay pissed off and upset at the fact that I'm missing Melissa's wedding, because they refuse to be flexible. This petty part of me wants to skip all future staff dinners, and be stony-faced all the time, but I have to remind myself that I'm a grown-up now, and how I conduct myself is a reflection of my upbringing.

I spent a year sucking up and not taking any sick days, but apparently it's not a two-way street.

I hate that I'm still so spoiled, self-indulgent, and irresponsible.

I'm mad at the whole situation, including myself.

While we're on the topic of life's disappointments, I went to Olive Young last night, and the Sailor Moon compacts were nowhere to be found. Boo-hoo.

Another thing, friends flaking out on after-school plans has become routine. You keep asking to do stuff together. Forget about vacation plans, you're so not coming to basketball.