Hmm?

visne mecum saltare?
Will you dance with me?

Today was actually a bad day.
It was.
I didn't realize it until my mom
And Ms. Kakely asked me about it
Before going home, but then I saw that
It really was.
Like, if you looked at the scheme of things,
If I tell you what happened today,
You'd be all, "Aw, duuudee, thaaaa suckkss."
But it didn't feel suckish at the time.
Just sounds bad, I guess.

I woke up this morning, ate waffles,
I lost my pink earring yesterday at school,
Couldn't wear them.
I left the house, Dad drove the van
Even though him and my sister are both sick,
Walking to Bio, I realized they took down my
Favorite picture hanging in the hallway,
And I was wrong about my potential amazing
Test grade.

In homeroom, no one was speaking my language.
The one downside to Tic-Tac-Toe Koreans.

Band was the highlight,
I realized I have this cool mark on my arm
That you get from cymbal playing.
Bob and Alex told me how bad they got it from
Some parade they did.
Mine doesn't hurt though, I saw it a while back,
Didn't know how I got it. Now I do.

I let Heloise copy my Latin homework,
And I did horrible on it,
And so must've she.

I failed an Algebra quiz,
But I enjoy retaking them in the morning.
Starts my day off right.

We learned about Alexander the Great in History.
I can't decide if he was Great or not,
There's so much evidence for both sides,
You just can't choose.

My yogurt at lunch was horrifying.
I showed it to my mom and told her to
Stop buying generic Stop and Shop
Fruit on the bottom.
I made Ms. Morrisino laugh.

Ms. Johnson thought she'd be cool and call on me
Without me raising my hand.
I wasn't paying attention, trying to zone out from
All the rapid-fire gossip,
Just doodling little jellyfish on some paper I found,
And I had to babble about how Jesus cured a leper,
And Ms. Johnson hated it.

English?
Raised my hand thousands of times and ranted on
About weird ideas I'm not sure I even feel
And couldn't articulate anything.
Basically,
Made my own fun.

So it was bad, but I wouldn't say I had a bad day.
It didn't feel crummy at the time.
Days like these, you expect bad things to happen.
And then grow immune to them, so it's only bad
Before you realize that it doesn't matter.

And it doesn't.

Now, on to Latin vocab.
Ttyl, lol.

x)