Hey! Hey Steve! Hey!
Are you going to that thing.... on Saturday.... you know, the um.... uh.... home.... home.... coming home? Homecoming? Homecoming! Yeeeeeah, that's it. Homecoming. Are you going?
Not to dance, necessarily. We'd have to lay off the dancing so we don't make people feel bad with our sweet moves. I could definitely see us more being the creepers in the corner who are all "Oh my GAHD what are they DEWING" when high schoolers dance the way they do at dances.

Anyways, providing I'm feeling better, we should totes go. That would be epic. Turnin' heads and all... :] Lemme know! BTW - Who else is going??

-Lynzy

Hey! That's what I'm doing too! Wasting time. Spent the whole entire day sitting at my desk, and I think I got about three things done. YAY FOR PROCRASTINATION!

I will be feeling better tomorrow. Because darnit, no freaking sickness in the WORLD will keep ME from my TARDIS application. Take that, sickness. YOU DON'T OWN MEEE

And who knows? This whole post could be a result of my delirious mind ravaged by shuddering coughs. If so, then let's just try to forget about that.

This is a picture of what I'm pretty sure I've looked like for the past two days due to my deliriousness. Oh look, a pretty pony.... Ahh....

Please excuse my nonsense.
-Lynzy

Which by the way, is a very excellent soul by Collective Soul. It also appears to be what I'm doing right now. Hi, this is Steve. Again. Steve is supposed to be doing her Spanish poem. Steve says no to that. Steve says "HELLO WORLD!" and also kindly asks the world to please stop teachers from assigning homework. Steve says please. 

Steve also hopes her hipster buddy and fellow Whovian, Lynzy feels better. If Lynzy doesn't feel better soon, Steve says, Lynzy will not get the application for TARDIS travel. Steve says Lynzy better put her cones in a line and feel better! Please. 

Steve doesn't feel like doing work today. So Steve will talk in third person instead. YAY STEVE

That is a picture of Steve's world/ happy place. 

-Steve-inator

Hey guys, it's me. No, the other me. Lynzy. Just another normal day here, skipping school to sit at home, watch Doctor Who, and paint my nails for the third time in 14 hours. Not to mention the feeling that I'm DYING.

Okay, NO, before you freak (as I'm sure you would...) I'm not actually dying. I'm just sick. The kind where all you can do is go through boxes and boxes of tissues and moan like a zombie. The miserable kind.

So I blog.

-Lynzy

Hey all! Steve again. It's a great day to be alive, huh? I thought I'd give all the readers some insight into this blog, but mainly the people behind it.

Or not. Apparently Jodee's history is classified. Believe it or not, a masked ninja named Nina is standing over me as I write this, ensuring I type exactly what she dictates to me by playing charades.

Dyllyn is from the future, that I can tell you.

And I? I fall up stairs.

'Nuff said.

-Steve

Moxie and I are very happy people (for the most part.) And we like to draw. Therefore, our drawings usually ended up being very happy, like so:

But they're not always so happy. Sometimes they just have a lot of character, like so:

Feel free to be inspired by our amazing creativity. We won't be offended.

Lynzy

hey!!!!!!!! Steve here and man oh man, can I not type. I don't know exactly why it's so hard late at night. You know? I'm not positive why it has to be so hard. But it is. Anyways, stuff should start getting posted soonish. Just gotta straighten out the llama's... I mean invitations. Where did that come from? Long day... In the meantime, go check out Bad Lip Syncing or whatever it's called on Youtube. Jodee, Lynzy, Moxie, Sparrow and I were pretty much ROFLing.

I just said ROFLing. Moxie would probably have something to say about that. I'll get JoDee to post an actual link.
"And may the evil get lost in Downtown portland on the way to your doorstep."
That makes no sense to me at all. Must be obnoxious, cause Sparrow may or may not have told me to shut up in her sleep. I couldn't understand. Maybe I should go to sleep.

Steve-inator

Hi. My name is Steve. Short for Steve. Long for Ste, I guess. Works for me, anyways. 

Welcome. To. BRAIN VOMIT, Short for Brain Vomit. Long for Brain Vomit. Up for Brain Vomit, down for Brain Vomit. It isn't a paradox. Just deal. Kay? Thanks!

Hi. Again. This is the blog of me, myself and all my friends. See their pages above. We'll be posting. It'll be chill. Please explore the brain vomit on this page... OR ELSE. Click on the pages above. Read stuff. Learn. Prosper. Die a better person.

You're welcome, 
                   Steve-inator