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Justin just left a few minutes ago to spend the summer in Seattle, where he’ll be creating mutant zombies out of corn and bacteria or something. I don’t really remember. Point is, he’ll be gone all summer, which is a very long time.

To inflame the problem, Sammie is leaving for Scotland on Sunday, Sam will probably spend a lot of time at his parent’s house in southwest Iowa (where he makes more money), and faux-roommate Elliot is never around (I didn’t even know he was a faux-roommate for the first three weeks). In other words, I’m going to have a huge house pretty much to myself for the next couple of weeks at least. It’d be the perfect time to have a party, except all my friends are leaving for the summer as well. Why don’t I ever go somewhere for an extended period during the summer? I’m pretty sure the longest I’ve been away from Ames during the summer since 2000 is three days. Course, since I’m starting a new job up here on the 16th of this month, I probably shouldn’t stray too far. At least right away.

So anyway, I’m feeling a little sad, thinking I’m going to be a little lonely this summer. Sammie and Sam will eventually wander back, but they and I don’t really hang out much without Justin. Mostly because, until we became roommates, I only really knew them as Justin’s friends. They’re all from the same corner of Iowa and knew each other growing up. I’ve never even seen their hometowns. Maybe that’ll give me something to do some day in the next few months.

In less sad news, I can finally use my neck again! In related news, I haven’t been able to turn my head for the last five days. At first I was concerned it was bacterial meningitis or something, but I’m pretty sure I just pulled something vital in it while making a fool of myself headbanging on Saturday. I went to Bali Satay to see Parallex play, and spent probably a good hour and a half headbanging. This is made more impressive by the fact that, on any other given day, it takes exactly three ‘bangs’ of my head before I am dizzy, slightly nauseous, and have a splitting headache. I have no idea how I kept it up for so long on Saturday, other than the understanding it probably had something to do with the free beer I’d been drinking since 4pm in honor of JJ graduating. He and a few of his friends rented out Mickey’s, which was a blast, from what I remember.

The last paragraph pretty much sums up my life for the last week or so. I’ve attended a lot of fun parties, all of which were slightly bittersweet in that they were all goodbye parties in one form or another. I’ve been spending way too much money, which I’m going to regret later this month, but it’s apparently difficult to say goodbye properly at the college level without buying a couple of drinks. I said goodbye Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday nights. Grading is going slower than I hoped. I’m supposed to say goodbye this afternoon and tomorrow evening, as well. We’ll see how that goes.