Well readers, it's been just about a year.

One year of the, um, unique pages and personalities.
One year of Honors English classes.
One year of shopping adventures, especially at Whole Foods.
One year of ultimate fangirling.
One year of rants, revelations, and random blog posts.

One year since one crazy night of hyperactivity, when this blog was created.
Thanks for sticking around -- here's to many more.

Love, Lynzy and the rest of the Brain Vomit crew

Do you know what I hate?

Well I hate a lot of things, but this thing in particular today:

I hate when my parents get the notion, from god knows where, that it's okay to barge into my room and disturb my cuddly cocoon of comfort. I hate that my parents thought there was a problem with me not disturbing people and people not disturbing me. I hate the fact that this morning my parents slammed open the door, opened my cozy cocoon, and blinded me with light. I hate that my parents decided to disrupt me at 5 just to tell me that I should probably wash the dishes at some point that day. I hate that they didn't think a note on the table where I eat my breakfast every morning would suffice. I hate that I'm no longer cocooned. I hate that I'm writing instead of burrowing into my blankets. I hate I hate I hate.

-bilbo

Close your eyes. Let my words wash over you. You are safe now.

Welcome
to Night Vale.


To those who are unaware of the dangers and curiosities of Night Vale, do not be afraid. The hooded figures are currently confined to the dog park. The glow cloud has passed. Street Cleaning Day is over. Even the Secret Police are preoccupied with feral dogs.
For now.

Imagine a town not dissimilar to your own. The people are seemingly friendly, the school system is passable, and town activities bring meaning into life. Everything appears normal. Or... is it?

(The Welcome to Night Vale podcast can be downloaded for free off iTunes. I highly recommend.)

And now, goodnight fellow people.
Goodnight.
May the dark be upon you.
-L

So I thought that I should probably introduce myself to y'all....

My name is Bilbo and all that you guys know about me is that I like to eat shredded cheese right out of the bag (that probably tells you WAAAY more about me than you ever wanted to know, but oh well).

I'm new to this whole blogging thing, so bear with me as I get the hang of it. Fortunately I have a lot of random brain vomit to share with all of y'all.

~Bilbo

It's an interesting time when you are reminded just how weird you are.

On this particular day, it happened while JoDee, Steveinator, some other friends and I are sitting in Whole Foods. I have some crazy caffeinated tea, Steve is rocking a kilt and attempting to drink pretty much all of her gallon-sized water jug, and Bilbo (you'll meet her soon enough) is eating shredded cheese out of a bag with a spoon. Not to mention our awesome Panic! jamming (their new single, Miss Jackson, is BOMB).

So that's how our day is going. You see, this is what happens when someone (I won't name names - coughitwasmecough) messed up on movie times and we decided to just walk around instead. We end up in a grocery store laughing hysterically and reading anatomy books.

Welcome to CandyLand.

Couresy of Steve.

L

So anyways, today I was parking in the Powell's parking structure (really sketch by the way, I don't recommend it) and written in the dust on a window was the words "I am the Doctor," followed by a crude Deathly Hallows symbol. You know, the triangle with the circle in it?
So I go up there and write a question.
THE question.
The question that must never be answered.
The question that defines all of space and time.
I went up there and wrote

"Doctor Who?"

-L

Why hello.
Didn't see you there.

In fact, I haven't seen you in a long time. Now, why do you think that is?
It could be because:
a) I've been busy (yeah right)
b) I forgot about you
c) I lost my password
d) I was abducted by aliens

Or, it could be the fact that simply I was lazy. And this is only partially true.
Okay, maybe it's more than partially true, but I really did miss this whole blog-thing. Hopefully I can get the other people to post something here every once in a while as well. THEN IT WOULD BE A PARTY!
And we all know how partying is with us... (See: Steve after 2am)

Anywhoozles (my new favorite word), it's been nice chatting. Hopefully I'll see you in the near future. If not, check your local news for evidence of a UFO sighting. I mean, you never know.

I'm going to sign off now.

Love,
Lynzy

HOORAY FOR NO-SCHOOL-HAVING!

My break's been pretty chill. Exceeeept for the fact that I procrastinated on my homework Thursday night and now it is taunting me. But Good Omens and Bones and the Wipeout app can be oh so distracting..... Wait, what was I saying?

Oh right. Procrastination. Sorta how I roll in most cases. Not a good way, I can assure you. BecAUSE THIS IS NOT GOING TO FLY NEXT YEAR. OH WOOPS I PUT CAPS LOCK ON. DO YOU MIND? CUZ I DON'T.

CAPS ARE FUN BECAUSE IT MAKES EVERYTHING LOOK MORE IMPORTANT. IT'S ALSO REALLY GOOD FOR RAMBLING STUDY GUIDES.

SEE HOW I GET DISTRACTED SO EASILY?

ENJOY YOUR BREAKS!!!
-LYNZY

"You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind; a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That's the signpost up ahead - your next stop, the Twilight Zone!" Cue the creepy music.

I'd just like to somewhat publicly announce that you all should watch this show (Netflix!) because it is very brainvomit worthy. Some of the episodes are quite deep, with allusions to social issues and other.... stuff. Plus, they're classics. So when the discussion about whether there was <<spoiler alert>> really a gremlin on that wing plane, you can jump in about how there DEFINITELY WAS. For starters, I'd recommend "The After Hours", "Nightmare at 20,000 Feet", and "The Living Doll". Go. The Twilight Zone awaits you.

-Sparrow

For Moxie. L