Who ya gonna call?

In a series of uninteresting events, Ryan and I ended up sleeping on mattresses in the middle of the living room last night. I woke up disoriented and scared because I heard a noise, and looked towards the fireplace. Where there was a ghost.

Okay well, I actually think my top and bottom eyelashes were kinda glued together with gunk and what I saw was just the streetlight shining into the living room window and reflecting weirdly off my eye gunk, thus forming some kind of irridescent orb-y thing that looked vaguely human. Also? I was probably still half dreaming.

Anyway the point of the story is this: I kicked it and it disappeared.

My first instinct wasn't to rub my eyes, scream, wake Ryan up or run. It was to kick the ghost. And it totally worked. So I hope that phantom learned its lesson and never sneaks up on me again.

Nova The Spy

Until this week there has been one house that has captivated me. More specifically, one table on one front yard. With a gigantic "FREE STUFF" sign on it or nearby. And every single day, this table was covered what I can only assume were yard-sale leftovers from the neighborhood.

It was literally on this guy's yard for three months. And almost every time I saw it, there was different stuff on it.

After a while I started taking pictures of it.

Keep in mind each of these were taken on a different day throughout the entire summer. And they're mostly pretty bad quality because I didn't want anybody to notice I'm a weird girl who takes pictures of junk on the side of the road every day.

Enjoy.