antisocial and facecrack

                I have been on a network the past couple of days, which apparently does not like blogspot. Anytime I have tried to view or update my blog, it has refused to load. This is endlessly frustrating for me. I have been trying to post at least once a day. Anyway, so I have been occupying myself with Facecrack, as this seems to be the only site other than Yahoo that wants to load on my parents’ network. I think it’s a conspiracy that only allows facecrack through so that we can melt our brains playing endless app games. I am guilty of this. I admit it. I am a facecrack addict. My drug of choice lately has been this game called Monster World. This game, like so many others, requires the planting and harvesting of various things. Due to my lack of friends/neighbors/clan/etc… in this game, it is going frustratingly slow, but, for some reason, I find myself returning to make more gummi treats or grow more spike balls. I continue to feed my monster helper, despite the fact that he eats my plants if I am gone too long. The really good plants, like the unicorn horn, take an unbearably long amount of time to grow, and so I have to supplement the good ones with the easy ones. The easy ones take such a short time to grow that I am afraid to leave the game because I want to harvest them. So, I keep the browser window open while I attempt to do other things. Most of the time, this includes doing the same things on other facecrack games. This, mind you, is to keep me from endlessly obsessing to see if certain people are online and if they want to talk to me. I am a social hermit, of sorts. I crave human attention and want to seek it out, but seemingly only from the comfort of my computer. I have been in my hometown for the weekend, and have succeeded in socializing with no one. I hope that changes later, when I go to the local “Home Days.” The couple of nights I have been here, I have sat outside hoping that someone that I might know might see me outside and stop by and talk to me. I can honestly say that it isn’t working very well.

                Why do I always seem to forget that wooden and plastic chairs do not mix well with dresses…aka …bare legs? This is the umpteenth time I have had to peel the backs of my legs off of the seat. IT HURTS. Mind you, it might not be so bad if there wasn’t an enormous amount of weight being put on the legs and chair. At least it wasn’t Friday night. I got REALLY drunk. At one point, my mother decided that she needed to remind me that I needed to throw up. She does this every time I am drunk in her presence. I believe she does this to see how long it takes until I do. Friday night….I did. I leaned over my chair and let loose onto the lawn, and apparently, into my purse. Apparently, I don’t chew my food as well as I think I do. It was NOT my finest or proudest moment, but it certainly has made for a fun weekend. I spent Saturday searching for a new, cheap, purse and was totally geeked to find a style of purse I have been wanting for $3.99. It doesn’t take much to make this girl geek out, but apparently for me, it was the acquiring of a corset purse.

HMMM….only sixteen…fourteen….five minutes until I can harvest my candycane trees…Must … go…..harvest…