The Daywalkers Return

Kimber reports.

Nolan and Devin are back from Texas, and we are all very glad. However, Nolan did not write the next blog post as everyone voted he should, so I thought I'd pick up some slack. I don't really have anything to say, but I need to look like I'm typing because if I don't it's very obvious I'm just surfing the web.

On that note, I hate this professor. I'm sure everyone has had the unenviable experience of taking a class from a joysucker. Joysuckers take a fun, interesting subject, and suck all the joy out of it. They bog you down with MLA format, and formulaic, uninsightful discussion. They make mundane observations, but expect everyone to treat them as though they are incredibly insightful. If a joysucker is leading a class, there will always be a yes-man idiot who agrees that how you reference the quote is more important than what you say about the quote, and that noticing the obvious Christian symbolism in a work is the most brilliant thing one could have done, despite the fact that it's a religious text.

I filled out a university survey in class today, and I'm afraid I let the bulk of my rage out on them. Count yourself lucky, there were a lot of angry words. Perhaps the university will publish it as the prime indication that they should no longer hire joysuckers en masse. Or perhaps the university will write me off as an angry young woman who just hasn't yet fulfilled the goal of her undergraduate education, which is to get married. Apparently that's very important here, because it was referenced several times on said survey.

I hate it here.

PARTY TIME!! (also known as unwanted rape-age)

So Texas here is sometimes really boring. I know all the proud Texans would Disagree and intelligently say: "NU-UH TEXAS IS THE BEST! WE HAVE THE BIGGEST EVERYTHING ANYONE WOULD EVER WANT!!! THIS INCLUDES GIRLS!!!!!" But I still say Texas is sometimes boring.

To cure this boredom I either watch one of my uncles movies, or I play Left 4 Dead on his computer. I've gotten pretty good at that game, In fact I am a well known Deity in the Left 4 Dead "world." People worship me, I have had shrines built in Awesome Opossum's (my Online name) honor. But there are some days I really suck, like the one time I was getting "Party timed" by my cousin and my brother. The phrase: Party time, means to have two homo's dance up and down and in a third unwanted party's face. After The dancing goes for about a minute or two Inappropriate caressing occurs for instance... never mind the details are too horrific to mention. The third and final step includes ME GETTING RAPED IN LEFT 4 DEAD, my team then calls me a noob and I now have emotional scars that will never heal. The Shrines Built to Awesome Opossum are now desecrated, the statues are pulled down, no more Graven images of me are available. The gift shops are gone I am reduced to a noob.

So in an ironic sense hen you're raped in the the real world you're raped in the cyber world

No love

So now that I Devin am in Texas, Kimber has revealed to me the knowledge that I am dead to everyone who lives in Utah.

So I would like to tell all you Kimber followers to suck on this bitches. Thank you.

A hairy trucker saw my ass

This is Devin. I am now in Texas. We made it safely despite our best attempts to commit suicide via teasing Nolan while he was driving. The roadtrip took three days since we took one day off driving to rest in Mesa with our cousin Alice, Cody(her husband, Wesley and her wonderful little daughter Eva that loves to scream and cry at 12:00 at night.
At one point on the road some lucky trucker souls saw mine and Lincolns naked butts when we decided to have some fun. But other than that the trip was mostly unexciting.
I know that Kimber has something awesome that she needs to post about but I won't say anything until she puts it up here.
Also my uncle has the most ultimate collection of horror movies that I have ever seen. And the weather is like 70 degrees. nice.