Girls' Weekend

Well it's officially my first Girls' Weekend alone with Callie, as Preston deserted us to go the UVA Classics Graduate Student Colloquium in Charlottesville. Initially, I was nervous about staying home alone (I'm a huge wimp), but now, I'm actually loving it. Not that I don't love having Preston around, because obviously my life would be empty without him in it, but it's actually been kind of amazing to have the place to myself. I've realized that if it were just Callie and me, many, if not all, of the following would happen:

1. I would play girlie music really loudly at all times (i.e. Alissa Moreno, my current obsession)

2. I would eat a whole lot of frozen broccoli, mushrooms, and onions (three of my favorites, but still, it's nice having Preston here to spice up my menu from time to time)

3. I would watch the Food Network, Bravo, and (embarrassingly enough) ABC Family almost exclusively (except for a few networks--e.g. NBC for "The Office" and "30 Rock," and the CW for "Gossip Girl."). For example, tonight I watched "Mean Girls." And thoroughly enjoyed it.

4. The kitchen would probably be cleaner than it is with both of us (half of the dishes).

5. The bedroom would be the same. God forbid I ever put clothes away.

6. I would drink less beer - it's weird having one without Preston!

7. I would become scary obsessed with Callie. Like crazy old lady with lots of cats-obsessed. Scary.

8. I would live in the den. Mainly because it's the brightest and most comfortable room, but also because I like having the TV on as background noise when I'm alone at night.

9. I would only walk Callie 2-3 times a day (normally she's a 4 walk/day dog).

Speaking of Callie, I think she really misses Preston. Admittedly, a big part of this is that she misses having 4 walks a day and another person to play with, BUT I like to think that she senses that he is missing. I think she's also a bit down because I was gone all day.

After cleaning up a bit around the apartment, I went into Penn this morning, and literally stayed there all day. I have a Vergil Paper/Project due on Thursday, that I HAD to do research for. The good thing is that I gathered a lot of information and that I finished half of my Greek for the week. The bad thing is that the commute takes me about an hour and a half of travel time, and going into the city really drains me.

I think I'm feeling especially annoyed at the moment, because I went to the Bryn Mawr library this evening to copy a commentary that Penn didn't have, and realized how ridiculously convenient going there will be. It's seriously a 5 minute walk, and--this was really thrilling--I get my own carrel!!! And they're really, really nice. I'll have room for tons of books, pictures, coffee mugs, snacks, etc. I'm ridiculously excited.

BUT I still have to work on this Vergil paper. Which I definitely am interested in--I just wish I weren't so nervous about this class. I LOVE going to class and being in class; I just HATE preparing for class. I do the work, and while it's challenging, it's manageable; it's really that I get so so indescribably nervous about it it makes me feel physically sick. I dread it all week. And I hate that. I just don't know that it's going to change before the end of the year. Ah well. 2 months from now it will be very nearly over. Thank God. And I won't have to go into the city much longer.

Anyways, Callie and I are about to turn in for the night. I think we'll both be glad when Preston is back. For example, right now, Callie is sleeping on the floor. Obviously, she thinks that I am going to take her out again tonight. This is a mistaken belief. I am in my pajamas, with my face washed and my teeth brushed, and have no intention of going outside before tomorrow morning. If Preston was here, though, it would be time for her last walk of the day. So two dog-walkers are better than one, apparently. She'll be glad to have him back. As will I!

N.B. This picture is from several months ago...but it's the most recent one I had of the two of us (that was decent, at least!).