Today I hung out in Barnes and Noble with my friends. The Starbucks people wrote "Holly" on my cup, but my name is Polly. I think that's the second time that's happened to me this week.
I also closed my eyes and drew Batman.
I also bought two new Molskines. They are blue.
I also got really irritated with Melody when she decided to recite the William Wegman film Fay's 12 Days of Christmas. IN. ITS. ENTIRETY. *headdesk*
Today, Melody also got irritated with Beth and me because we like talking about parts of SG-1 that Melody hasn't gotten to yet, and Melody doesn't like spoilers, so sometimes we spoil things for her to annoy her, and sometimes we just make shit up to screw with her.
Then Beth and I made the Discworld.
I don't remember what else we did. We probably talked a lot about Danieal'c and Easter bunnies and some guy called Pete.
Then I ate soup in a restaurant with Amy and Beth and Melody and myself. Then I ate frozen yogurt in a frozen yogurt place with Amy and Beth and Melody and myself, and we talked about Daleks very loudly outside.
We also celebrated our friendaversary by discussing how much has changed in this past year, and tweeting about how much we love each other. Because we love each other tons and I am going to miss them tons until we see each other again. They are also going to miss me. Especially Melody. #seriouspollynod
THEN MY TRUCK STARTED ON THE FIRST TIME I TURNED HIM OVER! WE GAVE HIM A STANDING OVATION IN THE PARKING LOT!
My parents are currently driving me to the train station so I can take the midnight train going anywhere. Which I literally am doing. My train departs at midnight. I'm going back up to school to take finals, and then coming home again.
You may wonder: If I am currently being driven to the train station, how am I writing and posting this blog?
The answer is very simple: I'm not. Melody is.
My name is Polly.