Last night, while reading, a group of people (at least one girl and two guys, it sounded like), rapped very hard on my door. By the time I got around to opening the door they were already gone. Judging from this fact and the sound of their door knocking, I'd guess that they were looking for Molly--which is unfortunate because even if they HAD stuck around I wouldn't be able to tell them where she is, since she was gone by the time I came back from work and she has been gone all night, until now.
The lounges and corridors are very empty. All empty, I think, save for a janitor, me when I was doing the laundry, and the one random guy who was sleeping on one of the chair/benches we have around the dorm.
I wonder who he is (he's sleeping with his face down, so I can't tell). It must be very uncomfortable since he, for some reason, chose one of the iron-wrought bench-chairs and for some reason not the couches we have around.
Have found new pet peeve in the form of people who wad their paper napkins into the bottom of their cups, especially when the cups still have some of their drinks left. But you also get to see some interesting things in terms of statistics and some...just interesting things. Such as the plate that came in with all the frenchfries stacked into a little tower, like lincoln logs, in the center of the plate, with ketchup drawn-patterns all around it. That person must've been very bored.
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