One gone. Two remaining. I suppose it's odd, really, considering we never really were close. Got along just fine, but there was always an impenetrable bubble around us, not hard, but still there, soft, but still there. You could enter, permeate it, make polite conversation, invite to eat dinner, but upon entering there was always this feeling of being far too self-aware which could never be shaken. By the time school started all three of us fell into a pattern. Silence, our room was always silence, each of us facing our laptops--two Macs and Limi Dell--my back to theirs. The silence wasn't bad, it was comfortable but, at the same time, never quite comfortable. Does that make sense?

Yesterday, mentioned in passing, "Oh, I'm leaving tomorrow." Lucky lady, finishing so early. In this way, the school year went by so quickly.

And now she's gone, without a word, without a goodbye. All her stuff, her blankets, her jacket, her carpet, her shampoo. A third of the room is empty. Empty. Gone. In a way, so very fitting. It wasn't like our worlds often collided. I will probably never run into her again and if I do there will only be a passing, polite "hello."

It still feels weird, the room feels far lonelier than before. I don't really want to turn around and see the empty desk. I don't want to go back to the bedroom and see the empty bed. I will be working outside more often now.

Three strangers sharing a room. Our spaces were ours. No lines drawn, but like the bubble, they were not often entered. One gone. Two remaining.

Goodbye roommate, I didn't know you well.

Facebook? I hate you so much. So very, very much. Because, by choosing not to use you, I end up missing a bunch of things posted there because two-thirds of the entire campus(probably more) thinks everyone uses it and thus fail to explain things.

Not just that, now it's hindering my actual freaking grade! I can't write a freaking paper on the "online social networking of Facebook and how it relates to attraction" if I don't have one and don't know how it works!

...and writing about the other option on "persuading [my GSI] why I deserve a good grade in the class" really isn't a good idea for me seeing how I'm doing rather poorly and I turned in an incomplete term paper that was worth 1/4 of my grade.

Facebook? I hate you.