This post is for McKenzie and also the story of the mystery in my bed.

The other day I was doing homework in my apartment living room when I looked at my phone and saw I had a notification on Snap chat. I opened it up to see my friend sent me a picture of a calendar she saw while at the mall, next to words that said something like, "How weird is this calendar?"

It was a certain calendar called nuns having fun, and it displays nuns from history, and currently, having fun in all over the world in all kinds of ways; like skiing and basketball.

How do I know so much about this calendar?

BECAUSE I OWN IT AND IT IS AWESOME AND LITERALLY HANGING IN MY LIVING ROOM RIGHT NOW!

(This year was the color edition.)

(My roommates and I have taken to labeling each other in the calendar each month. I'm going solo on guitar)

Anyway, that above portion has been sitting in my draft box for about two months which I feel kind of bad about as I wish I was the kind of person who was creative, hilarious, and motivated enough to write regularly (see: http://themcfrenzy.blogspot.com/)

I don't necessarily have a theme for this blog, or really a purpose for it, other than, as stated in an earlier post and an episode of 30 Rock, to work my "mind grapes"

Thank you, Mr. Jordan

If I were to pick a theme for this blog, however, it would probably be weird stuff that I remember from my childhood or that has happened recently sprinkled with some existential thoughts about my purpose and place in the universe. If this is an attractive prospect for you and you wish to continue reading, know that I really want to hug you and probably give you a respectful kiss on the cheek. With your consent, of course.

Today, I'll be telling about something weird that happened this past semester. I really couldn't tell this until the semester was over and once I've told you, I think you'll understand why.

Last semester I was living with a really great bunch of girls at school. All of us really got along well and other than me occasionally getting annoyed at a pile of dishes in the sink, there was pretty much no conflict. 

We weren't really in the habit of big pranks, but sometimes we talked about how great it would be to play pranks on each other like we were silly girls at a camp. I even managed to sneak up on some of my roommates and scare them, but again no real elaborate pranks.

One day I had gotten back from a long day of homework, teaching at the local elementary school, and then working a childcare job.

I was so tired I immediately got into comfy pants and was determined to sleep until I forgot how stressful my life was.

I had made my bed that day so I lifted my covers to jump in when I saw something under my sheets. It looked grainy and white, and there was a lot of it where there was nothing that morning.

Too much of it to be some kind of accident.

 I took some between my fingers and smelled it. I supposed, in my tired state, that there were three things that grainy substance could have been: 

1.Sugar

2.Salt

3.Some kind of poison probably.

So like the tired idiot I was, I took a grain of it and touch it to my tongue. Salt.

Figuring this was some kind of weird prank by my roommates, and remember I was tired, I literally just dusted most of the salt off my bed and hopped in to go to sleep.

I know, I'm a gross human being. 

The next day I thought more about this "prank" one or more of my roommates had pulled. It was a weird prank, what was the endgame here? I didn't get it, but guessing that was the funny part about it, the randomness, I took it in good humor and asked my roommates about it the next day.

It wasn't even a question. Someone put salt in my bed. So I went around throughout that next day asking my roommates "who put salt in my bed? Were you in on this?"

I lived with five girls, all of them were convincingly mystified, asking me about the salt in my bed. I brought a couple of my roommates to the scene of the crime, to touch the leftover salt for themselves.

Not. one. roommate.confessed.

If I know pranksters, they want to get caught, so that they get the chance to laugh with/at you.

I know because that's my favorite part of playing pranks.

BUT NO ONE CONFESSED!!!

I went throughout the rest of the week waiting for someone to confess. Nothing.

Two weeks later, after a day I had mostly spent at home doing homework, as I lift my sheets to get into bed, AGAIN, salt in my bed!!!!

Two incidences, no confessions. I waited until the end of the semester to see if people fessed up.

It is now April 2014, and I have no answers, half my roommates left for home.

Here are my theories.

1.One of my roommates secretly hated me a lot and got back at me by putting salt in my bed. This is kind of sad  but funny because I mostly try to be a good be a roommate and be considerate and all, but if this person hated me and the best way they thought to hurt me was by putting salt in my bed, I actually kind of have to love that kind of person. 

2. There is a Rexburg caper who likes to play pranks without the rush of being caught and laughing. I don't like this person mostly because it leaves me without answers.

3. Someone or something was trying to protect me from demons. I've seen enough episodes of Supernatural to know that salt keeps away demons, I'm no fool. If this is the case, thanks a bunch, salt my bed or whatever.

 Thank you Winchester Brothers+Castiel

I've researched the internet for answers, none of the pieces seem to come together. It couldn't have been some kind of weird bug, there were no holes in my ceilings, and I don't throw my shoes on my bed.

This will probably become one of those historical mysteries, no one knows the answers but it's fun to think about what the answer might be, like the lost colony, or the crystal skulls.

But seriously, if you have theories, hit me up.

Listen to this while you think about it.