I Did a Bad Thing in North Carolina.

What the hell am I gonna do. I came here with my running shoes (unused...meh.) my trusty black heels, my moccasins, and a pair of sandals.
2 weeks later.... I leave with this (4 pair not pictured. Please. Don't judge....)
Ladies and Gentleman. I have a problem. Not the glaringly obvious addiction to shopping (although I consider it sport.), but rather. What the fuck kinda Houdini magic do I need to do to get back to New York?
Flight is at 1:30pm. I've got 12 hours to literally make a miracle occur.

A Week in Review.

0: the number of homeless people found in my zone.

230: dollars spent on textbooks this semester.

0: number of times I went out this week.

1: painfully awkward/fail engagement witnessed (more on that later)

2: days I had drinks before the sun had set

3: Kim Kardashian butt workouts done this week

1: dual purpose trips to Chase Bank

2: food items/meals added to the 'can't eat' list (more on THAT later)

A Week In Review.

Hours spent at the School of Social Work: 15
Credit Hours for the Spring:16
Hard Classes: 2
Clients I can't find: 3 Amount of Toilet paper in our apartment: 0
Nights out: 3
Hangovers: 1
Inches of Subway eaten: 0 (shocking...)
Workouts: 3
Episodes of United States of Tara watched: 12
Outfit Changes: from the pile up on my chair...too many to count.

A week in review

Nights out: 5
Hours overtime at internship: 7
Inches of Subway eaten: 24
Text messages sent between the banker and I: 279
Falling asleep with make-up still on: 3
Contact Lenses lost: 1
Episodes of Jersey Shore watched: 9
Times UNC disappointed me: 2
Old friends caught up with: 3
Gym workouts: 0

little victories

I usually wouldn't post something like this, but I am super pumped. This morning while I was getting ready I was trying to decide on what jeans to wear (because I have to wear closed toed shoes, I needed a pair of jeans with a little bit of boot cut-- but I am a strictly straight or skinny jean kinda girl(!!) So I find at the bottom of the jean pile (read: the jeans that do not fit me.) a pair of Joes with the tag still on them. they are 2 sizes smaller than what I've worn for the past 2 years. I guess I was in a torturing mood because I tried them on....

And I wearing them today, what, what!

116th street stairs.

These are the massive set of stairs I climb to get onto campus. Honestly, there are like 4 sets of a million steps. The 3rd picture is the last set of stairs, and the other 3 pictures are pictures of the other 5 sets (one is missing) It's intense, but it's so gorgeous in the park, so I can't complain. There is a way to get to campus without cutting through the park, which I would do if there was terrible weather, or the sun has set. other than that, welcome to my mandatory twice daily stair workout. My ass and thighs will thank them one day. Although today? I'm sore.

Morning Side Park

This is the beautiful park that I live across the street from. Absolutely divine. There are these beast sets of stairs at each block that you take to get to my train station and up to campus and the shops around there. It's about 5 minute over there. So far I enjoy the little stroll, but maybe because I know the end result will be firm thighs and a cute little booty come Christmas. Treat!