...'the Heck??

I'm so legitimately weirded out right now. And the only way I can explain this is to go through my entire day. By the way, when I say 'unlocked my door', it pretty much means that I unlocked it from the inside, so that I wouldn't have to use my key to get back in. I usually did that when I was just going down the hall, and planned on coming right back.

I woke up this morning alone in my dorm. My roommate was gone for the weekend. Since it was monday, I got up and got dressed, and went to the gym. I got back and grabbed my shower stuff, unlocked my door, and went to the community bathroom to cleans myself of my hard-earned sweat. I finished my shower around the same time my roommate got back. I did the usual routine of blowdrying my hair as my roommate slept through the remarkably loud noise. Since my Tuesday-Thursday classes are messier than usual (charcoal and paint galore), I decided that I would dress kind of cute for my cleaner class. I pulled a tank top out of my shorts-and-tanks drawer. I'm going to emit the rest of my getting-ready shenanigans, but that part was actually important, so I felt it was worth mentioning.

*insert less important activities of my first class*

After, I went back up to my room to chill for a bit before my next course. My roommate was in her own classes, and nowhere to be seen. I had about an hour, so I dropped my belongings, unlocked my door, went to the bathroom, and came back. I sat there for a while, then left again, locking the door on my way out.

*insert more pointless classroom activities*

After class, I came back to find my roommate cleaning up her side of the room. The door was hanging open, since the RA of our floor initiated a Door's Open contest in order to encourage social interaction. Because I'm a rather layer back person, and was hoping to relax a bit before I headed off to work, I decided to change into something a bit more comfortable. I stripped off the grey skinny jeans I had been donning, and opened my shorts-and-tanks drawer, so I could slip on some athletic shorts. And then... there it was.

Let me remind you, I had opened up this particular drawer earlier when I was getting ready for class, and nothing was out of the ordinary. However, this second time I opened it... There was a strange t-shirt. A rather cute one, too, just my style. It was the perfect size, to boot. But still, not mine. "so you accidentally got it from the laundry room", eh? No! This shirt was not only in the wrong drawer, but it was also folded weird!! Like, what the heck?? Where on earth did this thing come from? I asked my roommate, who was completely oblivious (if not slightly amused by how much I freaked out), and assured me that she had hardly left with the door unlocked, and had not seen anyone come in. And she isn't the type of person who would lie (or rather... lie continuously. She's the sarcastic type, which is why we get along so well), much less secretly give me a gift.

I'm seriously confused. Some person snuck into my room and put a shirt in my drawer!! One that fits me perfectly, both stylistically and physically.

So... Thanks, I guess.