Ok I think I'm losing my mind or else that thing that crawls around in my walls is a packrat... Or possibly a troll. Whatever it is, I suspect it likes shiney things.
I have not been able to find the key to my neighbour's house for the past two weeks and I'm scared their plants are going to be dead by the time I get in there.
And just yesterday I went to get a small katana necklace charm I had made to show Brandon, and it was not where I thought I put it. I can't think of a safer place for it so unles I left it out and forgot, I don't know where it is. Same with the key. I thought it was somewhere safe, I was pretty sure I knew where it was, but when I went to get it, it was gone.
Freaking me out and pissing me off. I'm somewhat worried someone at the party stumbled across the katana and took it. There were only three people there I didn't know enough to trust completely, and it was stored in a very inconspicuous container.
It means alot to me. I was going to sell it but I decided too much work had been put into it, and also I had made it for someone in particular, and even though it never quite worked out the way I wanted it to. I still didn't feel like getting rid of it. I think she's the only person who I could ever let have it.
These things combined are stressing me out.
Even though I just had an awesome party, a sixteen years old girl was clambering all over me. Which on one level makes me feel good about myself, on another makes me feel like a creepy old man . I just spent the weekend with my bestest friend, I get to see my mom Saturday and she's bringing me a big box of knives and army stuff I ordered.
I even think I'm getting over aformentioned girl I made Katana for.
But still it weighs on my mind. I can't forget about these things and hope they turn up. I need to ransack the house for them.
As specialy now that it's all quiet and lonely in the house again I have little else to think about.
I swear I'm going to rip the walls open, catch whatever's crawling around in there, and see if it has a stockpile of my things.
I bet it's a gremlin.. I told Brandon next time he comes back he's gonna see my walls full of holes and a dead creature laying in the middle of the floor, even if it's a squirrel or something I'm going to be insisting it's a gremlin and shove it in his face, yelling about how I was right.
I'm gonna keep cleaning and try to find this stuff. I have lots of dishes to get cleaned up after this weekend too...
I also have a comissioned piece to finish. Just gotta solder a ring onto it and polish it up.
I have not been able to find the key to my neighbour's house for the past two weeks and I'm scared their plants are going to be dead by the time I get in there.
And just yesterday I went to get a small katana necklace charm I had made to show Brandon, and it was not where I thought I put it. I can't think of a safer place for it so unles I left it out and forgot, I don't know where it is. Same with the key. I thought it was somewhere safe, I was pretty sure I knew where it was, but when I went to get it, it was gone.
Freaking me out and pissing me off. I'm somewhat worried someone at the party stumbled across the katana and took it. There were only three people there I didn't know enough to trust completely, and it was stored in a very inconspicuous container.
It means alot to me. I was going to sell it but I decided too much work had been put into it, and also I had made it for someone in particular, and even though it never quite worked out the way I wanted it to. I still didn't feel like getting rid of it. I think she's the only person who I could ever let have it.
These things combined are stressing me out.
Even though I just had an awesome party, a sixteen years old girl was clambering all over me. Which on one level makes me feel good about myself, on another makes me feel like a creepy old man . I just spent the weekend with my bestest friend, I get to see my mom Saturday and she's bringing me a big box of knives and army stuff I ordered.
I even think I'm getting over aformentioned girl I made Katana for.
But still it weighs on my mind. I can't forget about these things and hope they turn up. I need to ransack the house for them.
As specialy now that it's all quiet and lonely in the house again I have little else to think about.
I swear I'm going to rip the walls open, catch whatever's crawling around in there, and see if it has a stockpile of my things.
I bet it's a gremlin.. I told Brandon next time he comes back he's gonna see my walls full of holes and a dead creature laying in the middle of the floor, even if it's a squirrel or something I'm going to be insisting it's a gremlin and shove it in his face, yelling about how I was right.
I'm gonna keep cleaning and try to find this stuff. I have lots of dishes to get cleaned up after this weekend too...
I also have a comissioned piece to finish. Just gotta solder a ring onto it and polish it up.