today's blurglely happenings

i stole my driver's handbook back from hodgepodge today. it was very gratifying, seeing as i did it during lunch so he wouldn't see, and the Laurens and i were meandering through the classroom in distinct boredom and i had taken it upon myself to find out who'd taken my book. (how DARE someone steal a book from me!?!?! I practically MAKE OUT with them. only not.)

what's really entertaining is that before it was stolen from me, i wrote my name on the inside cover. in pen.

and now it has a piece of masking tape on the front that says tyler hodgeton on it. i haven't said anything to him yet, though if i do i expect it shall be along the lines of, "thanks for returning my handbook, tyler, i was really missing it."

and interesting fact:
One notable cottage cheese lover was Richard M. Nixon, who was notorious for eating his cheese covered with ketchup.

and on another note, i had grapes thrown at me at lunch today, and not by accident. they were thrown from the table of the group of boys in our grade. at first they were aiming for the table between ours and theirs, but then i got pegged rather distinctly a few times. and from their table were heard comments along the lines of "yes!" and "you got her!"

my reply? "thank you, dumbasses."

with emphasis.

i said it kind of loud. it's a good thing there were no little children running around or what have you.

they spazzed out when i said it, i think they were a bit surprised. Samantha A. from the table between was heard to be saying, "I've never heard her cuss before!"

is this any fault of mine? because i'm pretty fucking sure i cuss quite often. i think this is not a lack of profanity on my part, merely a lack of spatial and social observance on hers.

whatever, it was a pretty sodding* vindictive day on my part.

for those of you who don't know, sodding is a british slang term. it comes from the word "sodomy". you probably know what this means, at least to some degree.

who knew buttsecks were so commonly mentioned in public?