I Like You.

some rosi golan for this dreary tuesday.

 I would like to take a moment to dedicate this song to the banana pudding at Magnolia's. congratulations, you're all i can think about every. waking. moment.
not to mention sleeping moments. i dream about the stuff.

I'm exhausted, and wearing yesterday's makeup.
But I don't even care.
Tomorrow is Wednesday.
Tomorrow is the last day of school before spring break.
Thank goodness.
 xoxo.

Today.

I still can not stop thinking about banana pudding. The good stuff from Magnolias. the stuff that I get to eat in two days.
I'm in love. In love with the City, I tell you! It's beautiful, and dirty, and human. I have never been the person to feel like one with nature. I hate bugs, pee on myself when I try to squat, and am terrified that I will be eaten by bears when we're camping.
But the City, the marvelous City!
The City lets every person be a person.
Live.
I'm not so sure why I decided to not go to college in New York. I wish that I had the option.
But the money, the money.
I don't want to bury myself in debt.
So i'm going to wait.
Wait a long four years.
Finish college.
Then apply for grad school.
Waiting is not fun.
But the future is bright.
and I am hopeful.

41.

Happy Birthday to the best man I know.
I was going through my scrapbook last night and found some priceless gems.
I love them so much.
Yes i'm in all of them.

I'm so blessed to have such an amazing father in my life. A man who provides for me and my siblings, who loves us and treats us with respect, who wants us to grow up and be the best we can. He's such a hard worker, and never puts himself first. Some pretty hard traits to come by these days.
Happy Birthday Daddy.
xoxo.
Sarah

Grand Central Terminal and the BEST banana pudding.

Photos via Pinterest

I have been completely in love with New York City ever since I was a little girl. I became absolutely enamored with every little aspect of this city I had never visited; the lights, the crowds, the little food shops on the corners. I was obsessed with the culture, the people who knew what they were doing, where they were going. Last spring, it finally happened, I visited the city that had felt like my city for the longest time now. Walking the streets, I felt like one with the city. I didn’t want to be a tourist; I ached to be a local, to be like the others, business wardrobe with a place to walk to every morning. I knew from the moment my feet stepped on the gum plastered, ash spattered sidewalks, this was my city, and I was going to do whatever I could to end up there. Before arriving in the city, I read hundreds (literally!) of blogs about the city, not about the statue of liberty or the empire state building, not about times square or the Brooklyn bridge, but about the city itself. I wanted to know what the locals do. What can I do when I arrive to experience the city in its best light? Not the tourist trodden territory, but the real good stuff, the places New Yorkers flock to on a Friday night for dinner, or a Sunday morning brunch. One thing I quickly learned is that locals don’t like tourists. Which is understandable because they’re invading and not understanding their city. I wanted to reach out to them and say I understand, really, but I’m not like the others. Please teach me how to live in your city, every inch of my body aches to be a part of it. But after arriving in the city I was reminded that the locals are not there to teach me how to be a part of something this wonderful. I needed to learn. So I navigated subways with the seven am crowd, ate lunch from a street cart in union square, and avoided the cupcakes at Magnolia Bakery. Instead, I opted for the humble five dollar pint of banana pudding that all the locals were raving about. 

I then proceeded to wander around Grand Central Terminal -don’t you dare call it Grand Central Station, the locals will smell you from miles away. And eat the entire container in approximately thirty minutes. It was that good, thousand calories and all. After being dragged out kicking and screaming arriving home, all I could think about was that pudding…and the city. The thoughts rotated back and forth from pudding to city, pudding to city, and began again. Then life started to get real crazy, I got caught up in the preparing for colleges phase of life, ACT, college apps, and stupidly not finishing my NYU application. It wasn’t until recently, when planning for my next trip to the city (a little over two months now!!) I came across a blog post from one of my favorite city people, talking about the glory of Magnolia’s banana pudding.

I became re obsessed with said pudding.

And now I really want some. Right now.

Luckily, I’ll be in Chicago in about a week and there is a Magnolia’s to drool over there.
hope your thursday is lovely.
xoxo.

unlucky cat shirts and feel good selfies.

Hello, kids, it has been a while.

Shirt: Gap IPhone Case: Kate Spade

obviously long enough for everyone to want to admire this selfie. ha. but really, my cat shirt deserves its own post. I was going to deem it the lucky cat shirt but while wearing it today i managed to lose my flash drive with my ginormous point project saved to it, and get a big fat C on my mo pro test.
BUT HEYYY.
spring break is in less than two weeks and then it's time for a smith family style road trip.
In other feel good moments, this girl is now down ten pounds. TEN! i feel so much better and even though i still have a little to go before reaching my goal it sure is nice to see progress on that scale after all the work i've been putting into it.
Thirty eight days of senior year after spring break. I plan on missing as many of those as possible without my grades dropping.
If i make it through tomorrow night alive, this cat shirt might actually be lucky. because seriously, i have to rewrite my entire project in twenty four hours...i should be stressing more.
but it's monday.
and we all know what that means...
tomorrow is tuesday.
so there you have it.
let's get this week over with.
xoxo.