March 24, 2013

This week has been the week for mysteries.

On Wednesday, after my racquets class I decided to go somewhere else rather than my normal lunch place. Spice things up, right? Well when I got to the building and sat down, I found two dollars. Score! The whole time I was there I was in such a good mood because I was two dollars richer. I was so sure that I'd made such a good decision. After my break was up, I left for my physics class. Once I got to physics, I discovered that my school ID was gone. I know I had it after my racquets class because we need our ID's to get in and out of the SRC to use the weight rooms and courts and such. The only explanation was that it had fallen out of my pocket while at my ~cool new lunch spot~ well now it didn't feel like it had been that cool. I called the ID center to report it stolen so that no-one could go on a bronco spending spree and charge everything to my account and found out that getting a new ID cost 25 dollars. Those two dollars I found didn't seem like a very good trade off at this point.

Losing my ID was a problem because as I've mentioned before, I ride the bus to and from campus every day. This is free to students... as long as you have your ID. Getting back to my apartment that day wasn't really a problem because they don't check as well when leaving from the campus bus stop since they figure you're there, you have a backpack, you're most likely a student. Also, it helps that I pretty much take the same bus at the same time every single day so the bus drivers sort of know my face and I know theirs. What worried me was getting to school Thursday morning because the buses are a lot less regular in the am than the pm. This didn't end up mattering because I took a mental health day Thursday. Friday morning I called the ID center to check and no-one had turned in my ID yet. I decided to give in and go get a new one, which meant a new picture which meant I had to look super good. I'm not sure I really accomplished that last bit. Anywho, I finally got to campus, using my two dollars that I had found, because it costs 1.75 for adults on the bus. I dragged myself over to the ID center and woa guess what? Someone had just turned it in. Beautiful. So in the end, no net loss of money. Well, I guess I'm 25 cents richer.

The second mystery of this week is still unsolved. I'm trying to figure it out as I type right now because I really do not get it.

Because it's a Sunday and that's the only day I have time to do things that prevent me from becoming a nasty horrible cave creature, I was doing laundry. It was as I was putting nice clean crisp sheets back onto my bed that I noticed it. I was having more trouble getting my fitted sheet to stay on my bed than normal. Every time I got a corner on and moved to put on the next, the first one would slip off. Frustrated, I half pulled my mattress all the way off the frame and up, bound and determined to get that sheet onto that corner. As I lifted the mattress up, I saw what looked to be a chunk of dog treat. You know the bone ones that dogs can chew on for hours and hours. It was laying between my mattress and the bedframe. Picking it up I realized that it was not a dog bone but cheese. Two slices of cheddar cheese fused together, hardened into a semi curve.

There are a lot of things wrong with that picture.

First of all, how in the world did it get there? I'll be honest, I love to eat in my bed. It's probably one of my worst traits but seriously breakfast in bed? Lunch in bed? Dinner in bed! Let's just all stay in bed forever. So I could understand a crumb or two being found in a bed (although I want it perfectly clear that I try so hard to avoid crumbs in my bed, me washing my sheets? proof) but for something to make it's way, not even to under my bed, but between my mattress and the bed frame?

Second of all, It wasn't there when I moved into this apartment. We took the whole bed apart to get it in here. The frame, mattres, memory foam thingy, there was no cheese around when it got set up back in September. That thing must have gotten there some time between September and now.

Third of all, and I think this is the worst one of all, I don't even eat cheddar cheese. This is the truth. When I'm out shopping for myself I always get either provolone or mozzarella. Yup, I'm a white cheese kind of girl. The only yellow cheese I buy anymore is shredded monterey jack and cheddar but again, that's shredded and these were definitely slices. It just adds to the mystery. It's not like they were moldy, not at all. I don't understand the chemistry of processed pre-sliced cheddar cheese but other than being hard as a rock, they seemed fine.

Now, could one of my roommates drunk friends of slipped in and accidentally left this one of the nights that they were over? I don't think so. Each of our individual rooms have a lock and I keep my room locked at all times. So how did this cheese get here?

We just don't know.

In other news, my old yahoo email from when I was twelve years old got hacked this week. I usually only use it for junk email so I'm not too worried about it but I apologize to any and all of you if you received an email from "me". If it's untitled and has a link in the message, I urge you not to click on it. I'd like to think that you'd be smart enough to have already not done that. I'm not sure who all it got sent to, I'd just assume it was everyone in my email address book from when I was thirteen because it also sent it to me, at my current email. It makes me laugh because looking at the cc's from the one I got, neopets got quite a few of them as well. The good old days.