So there's this thing called Life and I think it's out to get me

No really, I think it hates what I've chosen to do.
I SWEAR, I'm not lying.....then again, Life isn't an actual person, and since humans naturally tend to blame someone I have to blame a person......hmmmm.......who should I blame??
I KNOW!!! I'll blame GOD!!
Wait, this doesn't work either since I don't really think he exists.....FYI, insisting it's a guy is SEXIST......all right, so what was my original point? I have no idea.....
^_^
Ok, moving on.
Anyone notice how Life is File with the L and F mixed up??
Yeah like THAT made sense.....lol
um......This journal thing isn't a good idea when you haven't planned anything, just a little FYI.
Ranting............ranting.......I forgot what my original point was.......Rereading^^^^^^
Ok, got it.
Okay, so I am writing a story and have put ALL of it on a USB drive, right? (Like any normal person might have)
When it decides to lose itself in my house, which isn't small, by any means.
THREE months LATER, I find it hidden behind a shelf.
So I work on my story for a night and put the drive somewhere I KNOW I CAN FIND IT AGAIN.
It disappears for another FIVE MONTHS. And one morning I wake up to find it sitting next to my glasses (It wasn't there when I went to bed, btw, OBVIOUSLY) and not only that, but it has been put in the case that I removed when I just got it........Does that mean that someone in my house has a Terrible sense of humor??
I have no idea, but my parents SWEAR they didn't find it, which leaves me sleep-walking and finding it THEN, or we have a ghost that likes playing games with me, which is entirely possible.....
Someone tell me, is that freaky or what??