After an entire week and no new posts, I feel that I owe an apology or at least a pithy excuse to proffer to my invisible readership. While under normal circumstances, I would cite my chronic laziness as being responsible for this lack of initiative, there is a more sinister and cute reason behind it: Farmville.
For the unenlightened, Farmville is a Facebook app in which you can grow your own virtual crops and progress through levels based on the amount of experience points you have. The crops, once planted, ripen over a period ranging from two hours to several days depending on the species. If they are not harvested within a period of time equal to the amount of time it takes them to ripen, they wilt and the farmer loses the crop. It is a welcome distraction from the cesspool of boredom and excessive photos that is Facebook- however it has now become so much more than that, to me at least. It is a way of life. Every morning before school I go on the computer to harvest my crops that have sprung overnight and germinate new ones. Farmville is all I talk about.
The best part about Farmville is that squares of harvested land can be distributed wherever you deign to put them. I made my farm into a giant penis with pink cherry trees as pubes, and little fuzzy sheep as jizz. This way, once I have run out of crops to harvest, I can sit and look and laugh at my epic farm.
Farmville is plagued by the existence of its rival, Farmtown. I am ashamed to say that I have a Farmtown, however this was only to investigate the app in contrast to Farmtown, which is far cuter. Although, on Farmtown, my farm is crafted to resemble boobs, which is also entertaining.
As you can imagine, I have been very busy attending to my crops. But, it is time to get back to the nerd life, start blogging again, keep studying and plant crops that don't need to be tended to as often.
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