Hey! Guess what I found?! My vocabulary quiz in which you write a story! This particular one was about Rose and the Doctor. It's not terrible considering what little time and energy I most likely had that day. SHARING TIME!

It was an extremely dangerous plan. Rose and the Doctor had to feign capture by the Daleks and defeat them before Earth became DEVOID of the human race and overrun by the monsters. The Doctor was IMPASSIVE when explaining the plan; he showed neither fear nor excitement. So Rose's ACQUIESCENCE was slightly surprising. However, she had been known to be TEMERITIVE and courageous. Her response was SUCCINCT: "I'm in."
It was a common TENET that the Daleks were overwhelmingly evil and destructive, shouting "EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!" as a battle cry. Don't let them fool you with their impressive VENEER, though - underneath their shiny, advanced, and modern surface is an octopus-like killer. They believed human existence was in no way a PREROGATIVE, but a disgrace to the universe and therefore Earth should be surrendered to the fighting machines.
As Rose and the Doctor were CONNIVING, the Daleks were using their alien weaponry of deadly plunger and gun arms to demolish all of Earth and install their kind. Rose's boyfriend Mickey, the more FATALISTIC of the three, was sure everyone was going to die and preferred to do so in their spaceship, the TARDIS. But there was no time to panic. The Doctor and Rose boldly went into action and stepped outside the TARDIS onto now-Dalek territory. The two put their hands up.
"We surrender!" the Doctor OBLIQUELY shouted. He was speaking to no one in particular. "We are in Dalek hands now."
A machine cautiously moved towards them. "Your politeness is stunning," the Dalek explained. "It seems your IMPUDENT attitude has surpassed."
"I wouldn't be so sure," Rose spat. The two victims followed the Dalek to their prison.
It was perfect. The VOLITION to eliminate the Daleks once and for all was going exactly as planned. It was only a matter of time to victory.


If you ask nice, you may be able to convince Queenie to share his story about his female alter-ego having some "southern fun." You'd all enjoy that a lot. Thanks for reading anyways, if you made it through without falling asleep. I sincerely hope you learned some very valuable vocabulary word today. Happy writing!

-Lynzy

Seriously, we should write a poem of that title. I'll get Steve on that.

Anywho, hello readers! It's been a while, hasn't it? Now let's see, what have we missed...

Nothing I can recall, actually. Are our lives that boring? Gosh, I hope not.

Well, this post was sort of a bust. But I feel as if something needs to be said. So here's what I'll say:

GLITTERMUFFINHOLLOWDUST

:) -L

Because we're just that cool.

And because none of us have dates..
-L

"New York is old. New York has snow-on-the-ground-yet-sunny-and-clear days. New York has deciduous trees. New York has diners that serve egg creams and adorable little Italian restaurants run by people who can properly pronounce the names of dishes on their menus. New York has public parks with pop-up ice rinks and carousels that might have a red horse. New York has the wonderful habit of converting old train trestles into scenic walkways. New York has brownstones with wrought-iron railings and half-hidden carvings. New York is New York. But New York is not Oregon, so I'm fine with going home." -Moxie

Note. Never bowl with Steve.

Steve sucks at bowling. Lynzy has to write a paper for journalism. And sometimes I get dragged along.... This ends badly.

Hey! Guess what guys! We survived today! No way!

Yeahhh... I think we all saw that coming.

YOLO.
-Lynzy

Let's ask our friend Ryan Higa for some perspective:

Thoughts?
-L

Last night, I had this dream. About zombies.
Well, actually, it was more like zombie fish. They appeared to be zombies trapped in the shape of an eel. And they liked to curl up into crescent shapes.
It was really freaky.
Anyways, these zombie fish were extremely murderous, and if you didn't watch out would strip you of your flesh in an instant. In fact, they closely resembled the Vashta Nerada. So like, Vashta NerZombiefish. Except you could actually see them. And then there was this one part where I was walking underwater (the smart thing to do) with some friend. I turned away from her as I was explaining something, and when I looked back she was gone.
Except for a very surprised looking head...

No joke! My mind can be seriously messed up.
Where do I even come up with this?

Stay sane,
Lynzy

When the world gets too heavy
Put it on my back, I'll be your levy
You are taking me apart
Like bad glue on a get-well card

L

"Dreamt is possibly the strangest word in the English language," writes Moxie. "Yes, there's limn and cathexis and ersatz, but one could conceivable say dreamt in normal conversation. It's weird because it ends in -mt. How many words, let alone verbs, do that?" Moxie stares up at the ceiling, trying to remember. The effort is futile. She gives up and continues pontificating. "Dreamt. Dreamt. Dreamt. If you repeat it enough times, it eventually becomes meaningless, which is called jamais vu. The opposite of deja vu, which means already seen in French, jamais vu means never seen. Anyways," continues Moxie, "my point is...my point is..." She trails off, looking back up at the ceiling in hopes her point is written up there. The ceiling, the light brown of a cafe au lait, has a distinct lack of words on it. It is doubtful she had a point in the first place, but makes a desperate attempt at one. "My point is that you should say dreamt instead of dreamed. Something like that."