This last weekend was Thanksgiving break. I live in an apartment with three lovely roommates, but they all went out of town for Thanksgiving. And I stayed here... by myself.

Don't get me wrong, it was a party. I decided to catalog my adventure via Snapchat so that you too can see the insanity of the 25 stages of being without your roommates for the weekend:

1. They all left.

2. I started talking to things.

3. I started to miss my roommate.

4. I started to really miss my roommate...

5. But then it's Thanksgiving!!

6. The peaceful, quiet morning.

7. Yes, I did laundry on Thanksgiving because I could.

8. I didn't spend thanksgiving alone, but I did start counting down to Christmas.

9. The next day, I made myself a pizza to drown my sorrows.

10. I ate the pizza... to drown my sorrows.

11. I watched 'Titanic'...

12. ...And suddenly "drowning my sorrows" was way too real of a metaphor.

13. Ice cream seemed like the logical choice.

14. Yes, I cried all by myself in my apartment.

15. Overall, it was a pretty busy day.

16. They say the first sign of insanity is talking to yourself.

17. I think the second is talking to inanimate objects.

18. The next day, all the lights decided to stop working.

19. I don't know why.

20. Then my mind decided it was time to start imagining all the possibilities.

21. Apparently we had an extra lamp in the closet.

22. I scared a human...

23. I got really philosophical about homework.

24. I also got very tired of doing homework...

25. So I did cooking things instead.

26. But guess what???

So there you have it, countless hours of homework and five solo dance parties later, I survived the weekend without my roommates. I only went a little bit crazy, and I don't think I broke anything? (We'll have to find some more light bulbs though.)

So if you ever have to spend the weekend without your roommates, just remember this: If I can do it, you can do it too.