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Well that was an interesting twist I wasn’t expecting.

I got off the train and caught an early bus home. When I got back, one of my flatmates told me that Emily had intentions to leave this coming Thursday.

Now, that’s thrown me a bit. The reason I discussed her in my previous post was because I had plans to ask her out in the coming week. We had to catch the same train from Swansea to Newport to change to our respective services. However, I got positive vibes from her when she decided not to take the direct train but catch a train with me as far as Bristol and change there (if she hadn’t, she’d never have made it home). So, I was planning to say something this coming week and I’d spent the weekend thinking about her. She also caught up with me to catch the same bus to the station despite her saying she’d be catching a later one.
However, it has transpired that she’d spoken to one of her flatmates (she lives in the flat opposite) on the Friday telling him that she’d planned to leave.

What Emily failed to tell me was her plans to leave. Despite the fact that we spent half an hour on the same bus, an hour chatting on the same Arriva train and about another 30-45 mins on the First train to Bristol, she didn’t utter a word of it. So of course, when I was in London, I was relatively uncontactable (didn’t even have my mobile on me half the time) and as a result, didn’t have a clue.

It just seems bizarre that I spend my train journey with her after she’s made her mind up and she didn’t even tell me.

She’s leaving on Thursday. I don’t really want to impose on her but I think at some point when she’s back here I’m going to have to ask her if, had I struck up the courage to ask, she’d have gone out with me.

I really don’t know what else is worth writing, to be honest. You can probably tell my mind is very fragmented (geeky term) at the moment by the number of blank lines, jumping about from topic to topic. Doesn’t help that I’ve decided to hit the bottle. Mind you, some might argue that it’s better than redlining.

I ought to go to bed within the next -88 minutes because I need to be up for 9am lectures at 0730.

Not that I’ve done any of the work for it, not that I can really be arsed to attend. I will attend but I’m still not doing the maths homework…