Not Yet Home for Holiday.

After graduate school, I always thought I would want to venture to a city for a couple of years and live on my own. An independent woman living on her own in a cute dowtown apartment. I'd have a hot job and possibly, an even hotter, intelligent, book-editor boyfriend.

While aspects of this dream are still appealing, after spending two days by myself in the apartment, I'm not sure about the living alone thing. It's too boring and too lonely. I don't like having a lot of down time to myself; and I can honestly say after 48 hours, I miss having people around!

Clemson was eerie today. The whole town pretty much dies around the holidays. Yikes. Death.

Anyway, I've spent the afternoon after my exam doing a variety of not-so-exciting things. I've watch both versions of Miracle on 34th Street. Melted one of our cute plates in the microwave. Played guitar and stomped my feet loud enough to annoy Weasel downstairs. Danced around the apartment in my Iceland hat and spandex. Annddd searched for engagement rings? (certainly with no engagement in sight, unless the hot book-editor shows up at my door tonight.) These showed potential:

Well, this was merely an attempt to pass some time.