My flatmate moved out this morning. She has quit uni because she wasn't enjoying it and has gone back home to London. She sprung the news on my last night when we got together and ordered pizza. I just think about how I was going to put it off and suggest doing it another night when really it was her last night here and I just didn't know. She used to live in the room next to mine, so when she was moving her stuff out at 8am this morning I was woken up with banging. I wasn't annoyed, I was sad. She was my only flatmate that I really get on with and that I'm not uncomfortable around. Now I'm alone as an outcast in the flat. I know I should extend a hand of friendship to the others but its awkward and I don't know what to say to them. I constantly have this worry that people don't like me and so it makes me feel like they don't want me to talk to them, though it's probably nothing to do with that at all. It's so quiet without my flatmate here, I used to be able to hear her through the walls. I hope she gets to do something she really enjoys now though, and I'm happy that she's doing what she wants. This is the fourth friend I have who has dropped out of uni.
On the plus side I see my dad again on Monday. He came over on Thursday afternoon after I had been on the phone to him the night before, upset and missing him. We went round the two galleries in Sheffield and it was good. I loved seeing him again. I'm not sure yet what we're doing on Monday, but it's his birthday (I wont say how old he is :P ). We might be going to Yorkshire Sculpture Park or the cinema, depends on the weather really.
Overall I'm having a rather dull weekend, there isn't much to do on weekends when you're quite far out from town and you don't get on with your flatmates. I have to do some clothes washing, but the price of £2 per load really puts me off. However I am now pretty much out of clean clothes so I have no choice.
