Well my roommate left today. I'll be honest that was probably the first time that I've teared up in a while. Came back from the school house and he was gone, his side of the room bare, with a few items and a note on his bed. He wished me the best of luck, and to give the flight hell for him. He also wrote that all the items thrown around on his bed are mine now. I was shocked to find a TV, a few CDs, candy, and a few other items. Most of the items that I obtained from him held a story, like a memory...dangit I'm sad as hell now.
I also went to the post office to find a package for me from my folks. Turns out they sent me some candy, and a few other birthday cards that didn't make the initial run.
What an emotional day.
Guess it's time for me to do some laundry or something.