It's thanksgivukkah betches.

Throwback to 1888, when the last time Thanksgiving and Hannukah had a baby, thus Thanksgivukkah was born. Next time, Not until 8100 which is honestly weird thing to say and think about. Chills, gtfo.

Truth be told, I'm jewish. If you didn't realize it by this post and this one, too. Tonight starts the festival of lights, and it's really not that exciting. I sometimes used to tell people I celebrated xmas because hannukah can be overrated. 

The good parts about Hannukah?

Adam Sandler. I mean he really is much more to me than Hannukah, but he made the public care about Hannukah. The one and only Hannukah related movie: 8 Crazy nights. I used to watch it religiously in middle school because it was PG-13 and frankly, that was cool shit. And what about Sandlers genius Hannukah songs? Hey gd, can you send me Adam Sandler for Hannukah? Please. Please. Please.

"So drink your gin and tonic-ka...and smoke your marijuana-ka..." If you insist, Adam.

The food. Latkes (potato pancakes), Chocolate gelt (YES CHOCOLATE) from playing Dreidel.

The music. Maccabeats? Le freaking duh. And all the other famous songs gone remixed are a good laugh too. It's always nice when it's so relatable.

We don't celebrate Xmas. NO. trust me. Not what I mean. But basically going to the movies on Christmas and eating chinese (only thing open) is a freaking party with everyone you know. And I know a lot of jews.

The bad parts?

A good 99% of the time it's been hannukah I've had school. Excuse me it's sometimes unfair because Christmas has a good leg of surrounding days spend doing absolutely freakin' nothing. Like oh hey Hannukah, I had school today and now let's light the candles. Unfair.

8 Days, 8 presents...more or less. My presents since getting older have gotten as scarce as a forrest after a fire. Really though. I am thankful for all I get, truly. But its usually presents that I want before hand, therefore once Hannukah hits I get no 'physical' present. 

In the mean time, I'm going to enjoy my days in the Florida sun for the week, and watch a helluva lot of The Goldberg's because well I'm Jewish. (and that show is beyond relatable for any Jew).

Cya next week duders. Have a happy thanksgiving! 

I'm playing hide and seek and you're it.

"Sometimes you have to shut the doors on old loves in order to be truly close to a new one" -The Carrie Diaries

Have you ever read that it takes a year to get over an ex? That is a perfect example of what NO FREAKIN BODY has time for. Especially my GEN-Y betches. People my age are so aggressive in trying to find the one. (I'd be the first to admit to it to). We love the instant gratification of tinder; swiping right, someone telling us we're pretty, then we begin to try to imagine our lives together. He dresses nice so obviously we're going to go live in the city for a few years, spend weekends waking up late and venturing a few blocks to a hipster museum or a park.

I understand that everything has gotten better as years go on. Think back to even the 60's. When a couple broke up, the girl didn't go home put wine and ice cream next to her, open up blogger to begin to write a post about said ex, and have the picture of ex-handsome to bawl her eyes out to while some emo alternative shit is playing. Then again the guy throwing rocks at a girls window began before the 90's, hence the possibility of ways to be a clingy ex.

Even Danny Zuko was a clingy ex when Sandy wanted to date the newbie. Now onto The Carrie Diaries. Carrie finds out her new dude is writing a new play based on his ex. She gets upset because he's spending hours to think about her[to write this play], so automatically being a typical crazy girlfriend curious, she asked him about it. He told her "You can't move on while your entangled with an ex." Preach, Hottie McHotstuff.

Betches need to get over their ex. Done deal.  If this is you, do you ever find yourself trying so hard to stop yourself from checking who his snapchat besties are? or to see what formal pictures he was tagged in next?  I do appreciate Mr.Ex for cutting the cord instead of him agreeing to being friends. Trust me: It hurts so much to loose someone that means so much to you and is your best friend, but holding on until you loose your grip is not healthy.

(see: Elite Daily)

I'm all for posting pictures of you getting kissed from a guy, let him miss you. Just don't stalk him, it won't do you any good. (Wow Rach, take your own advice from time to time!) The worst is getting caught stalking. In addition to worst: when you try to make a conversation with him and he is rude and short with you? I now fully understand why I'm not supposed to like you anymore. 

Everyone tells me to stop TRYING to find someone...he will find me. So thats what I'm gonna do: I'm over him. I only miss the idea of having a boyfriend (until I see couples fight over stupid stuff). Then I'm just like I'm okay!!!! I got my chocolate, wine, and other single bloggie friends to keep me goin'. 

Future boyfriend: I'm playing hide and seek. You're it.

Merping, Mating, and Money[spent at Target]

So I get that like half the population of bloggers don't like reading or care to read about peoples oodles of fun from their weekend shenans. Like are you the weekend grinch? No offense. But when I have a boring weekend, I totes live vicariously through my bloggie friends. Just saying. 

Would you hate me if I told you my weekend started Thursday night? It was my friend from one of my classes 23rd birthday so we pong'ed it up. I feel like every time I pong, I learn new ways to play and I feel like an idiot. Seriously, I sweaaaaar I've played before. Pretty sure I put on for my team that night and made it in all the cups until the last two. WE WON. Woman Powaaaaa.

(I know call me Queen B of pong photog. Hire me!)

Friday [The Merping]: Since it is the second to last weekend at school, we went a little too hard. Mall trip (and got precious phone cases), fro-yo date (#tbt to what I did friday nights in high school, mostly.), and vodka wine shots. Obviously thats some classy stuff. I was ready to get my merp-ing on. Wonder what it is? Not even sure how the funtastic term started but ever seen Jersey Shore? It's basically just Snooks and Deena going hamtastic on the dance floor. And heck, that is what I did. Well, we did. The Snooki to my Deana. Whenever were together, it's guaranteed a great time. A friendship is 100% the best when you are totally content with going out just you two and having your own fun. And we were the life of the frat party. So maybe we suck and we're rebellious and didn't follow the 'highlighter' themed party, but we sure as hell made up for it. Girls were pointing, guys were laughing but hey we had a freakin' blast.

We go hard. Told ya.

Saturday [The Mating]: I saw Hoodie Allen and D-WHY...also known as my future husband in real life. Best advice I could give you: constantly tweet at your favorite celeb. I did, and look where it got me.

He was on first, and I'm pretty sure I was one of the only loons screaming for him and singing along. I'm that betch that is happy he isn't popular so girls stay away from him. I walked up to him after his performance and said, "Hey I wanted to introduce myself....I'm Rachel I tweet at you all the time and you're my phone background" Boom. He laughed and said he knew exactly who I was. He told me he liked the flowers in my hair (see here), as well as how his sisters name is Rachel. Alright shut up and kiss me -- whens the wedding David? I decided to go back a second time because we're dating, it's fine. I gave stink eyes to the girls screaming about how they loved him. No, sorry. You seriously can not. Thanks. I walked up to him and he held me in his arms. Freakin' swooning. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't drooling. I told him we needed a picture of him kissing me on the cheek. Take that ladies that are trying to steal my man. Let's just say as far as the concert goes, I hate 99.99% of my generation. And by that I mean how do parents let their 16 year old kids wear crop tops and shorts in 30 degree weather to let them get super drunk and thrown out of a concert. You know you are an old person when you'd rather stand in the back instead of a mosh pit. 

Sunday [The Money(Spent at Target)]:

I guess my brain just had ESPN or something... with every other freaking blogger in the land of blog. I headed my booty over to Target to spend a buttload of money. No bueno. I bought cute stuff which is just absolutely fabulous, but I'm sure I'll regret it later. Hello to my new boots, leggings, plaid shirts, and fun makeup shenans. Welcome to the club. and by club I mean my closet. I also stink and didn't get a chance to take an artsy picture while there and insta it like every other blogger. So maybe I stink. 

This post is exactly how my weekend felt: LONG. 

Introducing: my weird recorded voice (a vlog)

Hi party people of blog land.
I figured I'd give you a weird first vlog of whats in my bag. To be honest, it was totally sporadic and I apologize for my lack of fancy makeup shenans and hair do's. I looked like quite the ratchet but hey aren't the rules like you can't judge someone too harshly on their first vlog? Ok cool, lets make it that if there isn't a rule.

If you want to kill about seven minutes of your friday work boredom, I doubt you'd want to leave this page. I CAN HELP SOLVE YOUR PROBLEMS. Alright not quite.

I hope you have your nice people pants on because this is awkward. I stink at vloging and I'd be the first to admit. I hate listening to my voice, but don't you? Nice comments are appreciated. No really, mucho appreciated.




PHEW YOU SURVIVED. I really am funny, I promise.
Let me just start by saying I recorded it on a week night after a long day of classes and I was just honestly like welp here goes nothing.

What I shouted out to:
Fal | Fals vlog
Handbag (similar)
Birch Box
Evology Stay Clear Cream
My name necklace (website) | my post
Iogear Portable charger
Chapstick 
Chanel blush
Jackie (real life friend...follow her insta...we all love new followers!)
Brad kidding we no speaky of him on the blog.
Rachael (Pretty in Pink)
Wall Decals

If you have any questions for me to answer in my next vlog leave it in the comments below! They can be funny or serious. Preferably funny because I want to be funny. Not a talking zombie. I want to be a funny/make-up/hair prettified human being.


Hope your weekend is fun filled with whatever shenans your weekend desires.
Vlog Sunshiney Rach out.


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Matches made in Hell.

For those of you who don't know me and are hopping on over today for the first time, Hi! What a glorious day for you to come join up in my little fort corner thing of the interweb.

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I am guy crazy. I guess I seem crazy in general, but literally who isn't these days? #Trendyproblems
Like my blog besties, we spend our time in group texts, and every day breathing which includes various activities. When we are not doing this,  or sleeping, we tind it up. We spend group chats talking about how weird guys are, or when they dress up like Thor in their pictures, judging them based on their taglines, and sharing our weird personal conversations we take on.
Yup. It's exactly why we get along so well.

Even before finding a group of ladies who share the same love bored satisfaction of finding duders we would have never met otherwise, I took the meaning of swiping left/swiping right into my own hands.

If you are human, you most likely have a type of guy that you would basically drool like a baby over. I mean I do. and It's one that isn't going away anytime soon. I'm fine with that, don't you worry.

The worst part about tinder is that sometimes it gets BORING: no good guys/you're just wasting time on there because you have nothing else to do so you find yourself liking random guys you would never "suck face" (don't you hate when people use that term. I DO) with. Sometimes, I win at my own game. I also do not message first. So here we go, my matched dudes stereotyped:

NJB Noah: Yep, fully aware his name is Andrew. But so my type. NYU? Smart/trendy. AEPI? Even better. This jewish girl knows her jewish frats when she sees one. He's a potential dude, being twenty, and a Dave lover. He has some asian writing too? Wow, Andrew...Andy...Drew...how cultured of you ;)

Alright fabulous we can get married and he can hire dave to play "Crash Into Me" in the background as he gets on his knees in his blue Vineyard Vines pastel shorts and a nice sassy Ralph Lauren striped button down. We even have mutual friends?! Well damn, invite them to the wedding!

I'm not getting too far ahead of myself right?

Also: NJB? Nice Jewish Boy. Aka what I need to find myself. So if you know of any, please, send them on over. I swear I'm the perfect nice little jewish girl, too.

Blunt Billy: LIKE NO. Although yes, you are probably of middle east decent (damn you, dark skinned/dark haired freaks..), I wasn't too scared. Chances are you could have been Israel? I would have appreciated it. I'm jewish for gd sake. But you threw me a freaking fast curve ball. By you saying your not a terrorist is this some associative math property BS that makes you actually a terrorist.

What business does a terrorist have on a creepy site where you can find people near you (sort of) to prey on.......you know.....?!?

Stalker Steve: this doesn't even need explaining. He just set himself up for his own episode of Date Line. Or Maury. Or probably Dr. Phil considering he sent some pretty creepy shit. Let's break it down. Not in a dance move fashion.
Beautiful Broad? Beautiful I can take *blushes*. Broad? Um. Thats a new one thanks. Sort of creepy and threatening.

Taped my phone to my face? Well thats uncomfortable
FOR TWO DAYS? Do you not have other friends?
Sitting outside my apartment? Well damn, you're life sucks.
Reception in the parking lot? Are you sure this isn't code for you doing some drugs or something...
Playing games with your heart? I mean I haven't answered since you got really creepy so jokes on you for getting creepy.

CYA.

Hungry Harry: Well damn. I already assigned someone to butter my muffin. So Marc, get in line.

You can go shave your back now.
#MeanGirlsQuotes

Quoting She's the Man? Myyyyy dude.

Want to giggle with real life experiences tinder brought into my life?
My first real life date with a dude from tinder. To be honest, I was worried I would become another lifetime movie story. It was the greatest date ever.
Then the second date rolled around and we realized we had nothing in common and he became the lord of douchebaggary. I also showed him a bit of the blog world. WHAT WAS I THINKING.
This guy? Complete rando and I stopped it before it got worse. You belong in the kitchen, douche canoe. Sexist loser.

Share with me and my gal pals your disasters. I wonder if it could top ours.
(Rachael & Melissa)

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Whiney Little Freshmeat

I apologize to my readers who don't get a good laugh out of my single girl adventures. I have self respect, but sometimes ladies is pimps too. And by that I mean everyone has to have some fun.

While staying in the loop with the whole "mating" disasters, today is really no different.

Make sure to link up with some gal pals and I on thursday to tell us about your terribly horrid online dating disaster!

Meet guy. We shall call him Freshmeat Freddy. 

Background story on FF: Met him at school. Fell in love with him because he was one hundred and sixty two percent my type. What could be freakin better? I should have stopped myself from ruining my dreams right there. Granted he was a little smaller (height/weight wise...jeez get your mind out of the gutter) than I wanted but you can't get all your qualifications met. We talked, he was awkward. OH BOY EVEN MORE MY TYPE. We exchanged numbers, went to a club meeting together (woah romantic right?), texted here and there to meet up but never happened. 

Finally one night, Freshmeat Freddy and I were free at the same time. We hung out, obvi. I learned more about who he was. And what was that, you may ask? Gosh darn annoying and immature, hence freshmeat. Aka he's younger than me. I left not really wanting to ever talk to him again besides if I want something from him. Ya know... My apologies. 

It's my blog so I guess it would make sense for you to leave if you are unhappy with my life choice or want to send me hatemail. Otherwise, proceed. 

He texted me the night after our hangout (which ended terribly. He was throwing a tantrum like a child #lame) asking if I wanted to hang out again. I just played too cool to care and said that I was with friends. Blew him off, buh bye!

A few weeks have gone by and I decided I wanted to see what he was up to. Here is exactly how it went (after I said hey first):

Alright so no. I will not give you a pitty party, or rub your head or stay by your bedside and bring you soup and be your mommy and make you feel better. Like, why cant you just not freaking answer me. I probably would have appreciated that MUCH more.

Things I'd rather be doing than care about your headache:

1. Scrub off dead skin from my body

2. Blog about it (oh wait...thanks dude!)

3. Drink and proceed to tell you off about how immature you are

4. Driving into a random state filled with farm land, amish people, and trailer parks with no cell phone reception.

5. Tumblr my pathetic teenage life away

6. Take up a new sport. Maybe like crew or something? Ya know got all dat upper body strength going for me.

7. Learn the lyrics to every TuPac song. I mean that would be pretty cool...

8. Sit on tinder and find boys that would rather tell me that they think I'm pretty (oh gosh wow thanks rando) who WOULDN'T text me to complain about their headache because lets be real almost every guy on tinder is on there for the same reasons. Shout out to the dude's who actually are normal.

9.Work on my two presentations that are due next week. Which says a lot....

10. Read conversations from my ex which makes me miss him hide in a pop out cake and end up at the wrong party.

Bottom line: You are a potential hook up. Not boyfriend. Therefore, I could care less about your whiney little brain with a headache on the side.

And I'm sure we all know how my relationship with Freshmeat Freddy stands.

Granted, he's a nice guy but #OnToTheNextOne

Make sure to link up!

Alright future boyfriend, you can come save me now.

You've got mail! [A linkup]

Now, I am no statistics researcher. or Math professor. Or smart person. But I'm going to guess that about 86% of you are taken. The other 14% are girls that rep that single girl swag.

Why are you single? Kidding. I don't want to know because we all know you don't want to know why I am. Shout out to my ex for being SO awesome and breaking my heart. *Insert sarcasm here*

Since I've been a single Sally for the past three months, I've had my fair share of online dating. I mean really if you look at my freaking twitter, half my tweets are about how much I love tinder. Heck if you search tinder or online dating or guys stink eff you on my blog, you'll find a lot of information that you actually would ever want to.

After chatting with the fabbyfab lady named Rachael at Pretty in Pink, we decided after everything we've been through with online dating we might as well make a damn linkup. The 14% single ladies of the world must feel like same way. Also Melissa agreed, hence a baby linkup was birthed.

Not single? Join the link-up too..if you have an online dating disaster story worth while!

Need some fuel for the fire of a link up you are going to join? Look no freakin' further. I sometimes think I'm Queen B of online dating disasters. 

Tall Tim Part 1//Tall Tim Part 2//Creepy NoName-r//Ex bofo Billy

Come join in on all the fun this thursday. Really do it. Let your mind go wild and bash all those random creepos who don't read your blog. #Amen. 

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Canada with a blogger, Eh?

I went to Canada. You knew that if you followed me on instagram with the overload of artsy beer pictures, thinking I'm cool at a casino (because I was freakin legal), and all that fun shenans with my date (who blacked out all afternoon saturday. Yes, we are not going to talk about that)...Hey Noah...

Where does the blogger part come in? Well being that Rachael and Ashleigh came over to my friends frat palace all the brothers asked how we knew each other and we said we met through blogging. One of my friends friends (hey there if you end up reading this) kept saying all weekend "look there's the blogger....it's the blog girl". I actually found it hilarious since most people in real life don't just see me and say oh hey it's Rachel the blogger.

Who says you can't talk about your past weekend on the start of a new weekend? Yea, I don't think there really are any rules against that. No blog police, no problem. I don't think I need to string words together, but if this was a fridge magnet thingy (ya know we used to play with them when we were kids?) I would use these words to describe my weekend:

drink, casino, and 2AM falafel.

Sounds fun right? No really, it really was.

Probably my favorite picture from the weekend: Selfies with Falafel, anyone?

*If you've never had Falafel, you can go back to hiding under a rock now...*

So casual.
Well, I'm sure no weekend anytime soon will compare.

My lipgloss (for once) is poppin'

Can't you agree that some of your BEST blog ideas (or general ideas) come from the shower? Like is there a waterproof tablet I can buy? Or a recorder that I can take in the shower?

When I was younger I used to wish that I could have a computer installed in my shower wall.
Hey maybe, I can become the next Trump or something with my million dollar idea. Watch out, showers of the future.

Anyway, my point of this is to tell you I had a GRAND idea to present to you my fab Influencer VoxBox items. My next idea was something along the lines of referring to the song Lipgloss by Lil Mama. The only reason I remember is because I can't get this stinkin' song out of my head!

Lil Mama, my spirit animal (sarcasm), once put it so beautifully: "All the boys keep jocking, they chase me after school..."

Do you know what jocking means? I don't. I didn't think it was a real thing so I just went to the good ole Urban D. Jocking means 'to engage in flirtatious behavior'. 

AAAAAANYWAY...again...back to my point. Because we shouldn't care about what Lil Mama has to say. We should care about lipgloss. In my lil boxy of voxy (alright bare with me, I like to make these posts more exciting to read), I received the NYC Big Bold Gloss. 

Let it be known I hate lipgloss. I'm a lipstick lady or chapstick chick on days that end in Y. I obviously decided to test it out because we all trying new things, and safe to say I wouldn't have blogged about it if I didn't enjoy it. 

You don't seen any glossy-ish right? Right. I hate nothing more than clumpy lipgloss but although it is named the big and boldest of lipgloss, I slapped it right on and it added shine to my lips which was the plan....stan.

Are you a lipgloss lisa? Or a lipstick Louise? What about chapstick charlie?

*I received this product complimentary from Influenster for testing purposes*

Because best friends keep you sane

If best friends didn't keep you sane, are they really your best friend?

Also as much as blogaversaries and blogbesties are real, so is a friendaversary!

This year, two years ago. I went to a conference where I was set up with 3 roomies, and little did I know, a potential best friend. 

Too bad the other two were crazies in the making (ok, maybe just one...she lived to be #instafamous. hashtags and all..).

Maybe my future best friend stuck around because we bonded over similar things. Or the fact she thought I was a loon and would eventually be a great person to laugh at and judge on social media because of my unhealthy pageant obsession. 

What maybe sealed the deal is that I found her secret from that weekend. (This sentence is almost as bad as when Karen admits to everyone about Gretchen in B&N...) What made us start loving each other was mutual knowledge of said secret. 

The friendship turned into counting down and seeing each other at convention after convention, then eventually to visits doing real people things, and sharing our love for preppy and monogram everyyyything. 

because she keeps me sane when I panic about my boy problems...

because she and I are so similar...

because we take really cute pictures together...

because we have equal feelings towards judging people things...

because we like puppies and who doesn't like puppies...

because she's a real life friend that reads my blog...

Happy friendaversary, Jackie!

Thanks for putting up with my crazy. 

I HOPE TO SEE YOU SOON AND VISIT.

You keep me sane. Except when you go to sleep at very early hours.

princess sunshiney rachel and her bloggy friends

Once upon a time, in the land of Ohio on a thursday night is where you could have found princess Rachel.

In a frat palace to be exact. (Palace makes it sound girly. I likey.) You see, although it was the thirstiest day of the week, Princess Rachel wasn't tryna get her "freak on" or "get silly", unless you mean by talking about funny blog posts.
Yes it was a solid night for the sunshineyyyyy princess as Princess Rachael (in Pink) had called her. Why was it a solid night? Well for starters Rachael AND Ashliegh didn't get catfished. (You go glenn coco!) As sweaty boys were playing pong and such in another room, Sunshiney Rachel got to meet bloggy friends!!!!!!! She was more excited than you can ever imagine. Also, the two bloggers drove an hour each way just to see this jersey princess. They gossiped about things they've seen on each others blogs,  discussed blog life, and brainstormed some ideas for one another.
The dudes kept wondering why the only girls in their house were just TOTALLY satisfied with sitting in and having a casual talk. They all looked at the pretty blog princesses with concerned faces when they told the guys that "they were just meeting for the first time, but don't worry we're friends". 
All in all, Princess Rachel wants you to know that blog friends are great friends.  ** Basically its sometimes mindblowing to think that these strangers (you readers/blog friends), know more in-depth details about my life versus some people I talk to on the daily. Bloggers just get eachother, no matter the blog "genre". 
I told my friend that I once sponsored Ashliegh's blog. (I forget who) Someone said no, not like AA.  #ItsABloggerThing... Not only have I sponsored her blog. But we share a LOVE for pageants, preppy things, and being fab (obvi a given). It was so crazy to meet this beautiful princess because when sponsoring her blog once I would have never thought I'd be meeting this dedicated and hilarious lady!

As far as Rachael goes? This pretty pink lady is one of MY sponsors on le sidebar. Also...my soul sister. While talking, we realized how similar we were. From guy sitch to blog life, we're twins. We also share the same name, so yo-to-the-lo. 
As you can see, blog friends are seriously too great and I can't wait to meet more and more. So, who's coming to Jersey to visit me next?! ;)
Sunshiney outttttt.

A casual selfie with my 2AM falafel.

BackinThatAzzUp yknow how it is

A happy friday and a yelp of TGIF isn't complete without leaving work and turning on the radio. You instantly hear overplayed Katy Perry, Drake, and Paramore (Hey, who even are you?).

Sometimes we get in funks (or at least I do) where all I want is new music to jam to. If you are part of that club, you've come to the right place, homes.

Eric Hunker - On My Way. I know Eric from a personal level; He was a music instructor at my camp. His voice? Will make you melt down to your toesies. If it doesn't? Well, I'm not sure if you are even human. His music is feel good, relatable, and something you can sing your big heart out to. If you find him on iTunes I recommend downloading Ocean. If you find his Pandora station, you can find some John freakin' Mayer and Jack Johnson. You have total permission to leave my blog to go listen to Ehunks the rest of the day. Also, can we talk about HOW MUCH OF A HUNK he actually is?

Yes please make him your next Mancrush monday and follow him on twitter! (@EricHunker)
Jesse Ruben- We Can. Ok my friends got me hooked onto him. I know these two handsome dude's don't have frat jamz and shenans like that, but they are so worth listening to. Highly recommend it. I've never seen him live, but ALL my friends do and they just leave swooning over his perfectness. My fave songs by him are We Can (obvi), Ace of Spades, and Bleecker and 6th. Hey Jesse, marry me?


D-WHY- Young Madonna. So if you know ANYTHING about me, you will understand D-WHY is my perfect dude. He sings, he has perfect facial hair, and he is dark haired. get me in. Thankfully I am seeing him in a few weeks (AHHH, Breathe Rachel...), and I will lock him in a closet and bring him home. I mean scream my little crushin' heart out. His lyrics and voice flow in a way that can only be described as smooth. And two of his songs are filmed in Europe (Young Madonna/Macchiato Music). See told you I'm totes in lurv. I first discovered him from boys posting about him on facebook newsfeed and it was love at first listen.  His stuff isn't slow and definitely feel good music. I mean like sunny day, driving with the windows down and feeling like a straight up G. He's also a huge coffee lover, so I mean we're meant to be. Can't wait to send y'all the invites!

Other jamz worth listening to:
Boy Oh Boy -Diplo
I'm Out -Ciara
Pompeii -Bastille
Replay -Zendaya

Here's to linking up with Whit!

Enjoy your weekend duderrrz.

Blogging>school

Your assignment is to find me a topic to write about for a persuasive speech to give in class. About anything. Ok, reaaaaaady go.

For real, I couldn't think of that much to blog about but bingo as I'm procrastinating on my homework watching some Desperate Housewives, I legit had to look no further than my tab bar on safari.

Having brain farts, so to speak, suck. I can't think about what to write for my persuasive speech, nor for a solid blog topic. I was going to post really embarrassing pictures of me from last year and have you guys size up what I was thinking then. 9/10 of you wouldn't enjoy it. The would definitely be that one person that would take it all in. (read: real life friends that somehow find my blog..HEY!)

Going off of Helene's How to start a blog post from the day of yest, I figured to give you reasons WHY you should become a blogger. Ya know, it's fun and stuff. For all you real life friends stalking my internet life, this one is for you.


1. Friends. If you have to be convinced to make a blog because of anything, let the number one reason be the friends you make. You meet people similar to you, complete opposite, or even sometimes lives you want to live so you settle by stalking their every move (casually) through all social media and their posts. Remember how I met my first blog friend in DC? Meet Lauren! Although she's been MIA from the blog world, we still text and comment on each others things all the time. It's honestly bonkers because I would have never known she existed if I didn't stumble upon her blog this summer!

2. New followers on social media. Who doesn't love having an abundant amount of likes on their newest insta upload of their feet in the grass or kicking back with some PSL's and arm candy? Your numbers will raise the roof, that I'm sure.

3. The free thing shenans. From blogging I've been able to review products on my blog. Everything from a cute Kensie Clothing pair of slippers to the best tooth brushes ever. Yes, ever. Also giveaways? The best feeling: when you win. The worst feeling: when you want something that was never yours. #FourForYouGlennCoco aka not me.

4. People want to know about your life. Me? My life? I'm interesting? Guess so, thats why I get all those comments and friends and stuff. It's actually a lot of fun getting to know all these people on the world wide web I would have never known existed otherwise. Shout out to the inventors of the internet, you've rocked my world.

5. It's a hobby/lifestyle. Yes it can be time consuming, but the work and hours you put into it, you 100% get what you want out of it. Friends? Networking? Learning how to start your own website/company? You betcha bottom you can do it. It sometimes put blogging before anything else (like right now, what is even homework? nonsense I tell ya), but the blog world is a place I can go to blow off some steam. Have a bad day? People will read it. What to tear apart the dude you just had a terrible date with? Go for it girl, he won't know.

This is your world.  Do what ya want.
Come join the cult land of fun. No seriously, we're a lot of fun.
And help me with a speech topic!!
Stay classy San Diego.

Cya tomorrow, dude. 

Ya learn something new everyday

Hey there. Today's a new day (thank gosh), and I want you to meet Melissa! One of the coolest bloggers in all the land. She's a canadian lady (which is where I'll be friday!!!!...except about 15 hours away!), but can instantly make you giggle. Check 'er out!

-Why did you start blogging?

I started blogging as a way to get my thoughts down and to force myself to write every day. I really love to write but was really bad at putting aside time to do it and this was a way to keep me on track. I wanted to share my life and my experiences and hope that maybe someone else out there felt the way I did. I wrote about this in my first post. 

-What is a funny story your friends would tell about you if we met them?

 What story wouldn't they tell? (jk but not really) They would probably tell you how stupid I can be sometimes. We were out for drinks one night, a good ol girls night, and planning to go back to my best friend's apartment for some wine and a movie. Someone said we should get face masks and I got all excited and legit said "You think there will be a lion one? Omg we definitely need to take pictures!" Nobody understood me. We went to the dollar store to buy these said face masks when I realized they meant masks for facials... not for stupid pictures. So I go running up to them with a cat mask and they were super confused and then I realized what was happening and they've never let me live it down. Guys I just wanted to take silly pictures in animal masks!

-If you could go back in time a year or two, would you have changed anything? Why or why not?

100% no. I would change nothing. Everything that happened in the past two years has led me to this place right now and I wouldn't change it for the world. I'm a stronger, happier person who finally has her ish together (somewhat). 

-Whats your favorite part about blogging?/Do you have any tips?

My absolute favorite part about blogging is meeting so many interesting people! It's honestly like its own little family. A tight knit community of love and support. It's amazing. My biggest tip would be to reply to your readers. You never know what friendships might bloom. 

-Favorite TV show

I cannot pick just one! But I would have to say my top 3 are The Walking Dead, American Horror Story, and Criminal Minds. 

-Favorite lyric/song

It always changes. Music makes me feel so good and I'm always finding new songs and artists I can relate to. At this point right now the lyrics that resonate most with me are from John Mayer's "Perfectly Lonely".

       "Nothing to do

Nowhere to be

A simple little kind of free

Nothing to do

No one but me

And that's all I need"

FYI: I'm happily single and really enjoying my life for the first time in years!

Amen to that, sista friend. #Preach

Want to learn more about this hilarious lady? Blog & Twitter

Guys suck. Let's drink wine.

Single girl Rachel here, to update you on my happenings. Remember how I told you I went on the best first date ever? Good gosh, was I on hard drugs or something that day? 

Since my life is 99.97% of the time not worth sharing with you all, my single girl adventures totes make up for it all.  Maybe because I'm naive, or just think it's down right funny, I love sharing my stories with ya. 

So that dude I went on a date with? Yea, we've kept in touch and I was so excited for date #2 this past weekend. Originally friday we were supposed to live it up, but due to age restrictions (aka I stink and am not 21), we couldn't go halloweekend-ing together. Looking back, I'm glad we didn't. We settled for saturday brunch (dangit, again?) and just to hang out after.

So thats what happened. I drove to him at 10 AM and off to brunch we went.

He was weirdly quiet. We had awkward silences AND forced conversation to avoid the awkward silences that were 9/10 times there. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED AND WHAT DID HE DO WITH THE MOST PERFECT GUY IN THE WORLD!?!

He paid for brunch (yesssssss! free brunch round dos), and we went back to his place to hang out and watch a movie. PG13 stuff right here: We kissed. He had cold hands. No bueno. I STILL THOUGHT HE ROCKED. WHAT ELSE COULD GO WRONG?

He couldn't talk thats what. And neither could I. Not even after he warmed up to me again by kissing me. I was confused. Finally after deciding I should go because he was being weird, He agreed.

His car was parked in the same lot as me, a few blocks from his apartment. 

Forced conversation happened again. And the true test was to see if he would kiss me goodbye.

*Also, who said it was okay to kiss on a second date? Erg.*

We got to my car, a side hug was exchanged. You could tell he didn't even want to be near me.

All he could say after not making eye contact was "Well, have fun in Canada talk to you later".

Going to canada was not the day after. ITS 5 DAYS AFTER TODAY, I thought.

I was stunned so all I could come up with was "Well yeah bye".

Talk to you never, loser.

Being the angry stupid feeling-like-I-should-be-in-a-movie-right-now attitude, I sped to the mall jamming out to my single gal jam (I'm out by Ciara and Nicki. LISTEN TO THIS.) and bought a really hot shirt. Can't wait to drunky snapchat his booty in it. #NOTEVENDAMNSORRY

Hey now.

Hope I could entertain you on your monday with the craziness of my life.

Hopefully you've never had to deal with a series of unfortunate events.

At least I got two free meals out of it. 

Chivalry is only half dead then? Maybe.

Guys suck. Lets drink wine.