(how to) dodge that stage 5 clinger tonight

A last post of 2013? 2013 couldn't be complete until I posted one last time about guys. No really, the mother earth told me she would hold back a clock or two until I blogged about the male species once more. A ton of you are going out tonight (and by a ton I mean all the worlds population), putting on your drunky pants, NYE-guy goggles, pregaming to some Timber (you do this too, right?) and grabbing your best friends closer as the creepy guy who keeps buying you drinks 'party boy's' on your sweet it's-almost-time-for-the-ball-to-drop ass.

If you are taken, g-d bless your damn soul and be thankful you don't have to deal with the crazies.

But for all you people who don't have a ring on no finger, or your 'married'/'in a relationship' with your bestie on Facebook (It's 2014 [WEIRD TO SAY], do people still do this?), just make sure to follow these guidelines.

Buddy system. You've been doing it since before you can even remember. You're mother told you to ALWAYS make sure to bring a friend with you when going out to the local bowling alley on a friday night with your glittered limited-too purse in hand, right? So why would it be different now? The worlds an odd place, and you never know what could be out there. Creepy, but then again, it's just a girl thing. Are you even a girl if you don't do this? Also, flagging away guys when saying something along the lines of oops, I gotta go pee is a great escape plan. 100% effective as seen from recent studies (Source: My own damn life). 

Lesbihonest, dance floor edition. We all love to shake what our mothers have given us, practice improve our grinding skills (VOM) on that tall hunk of random man-ness. Until he starts grabbing you and you get some chilly ass vibes. And I mean the vibes that he either has a voodoo doll of you on his nightstand or he's secretly a wizard, turns you into a leprechaun and sticks you in a cage in his pocket. First degree chills right there. My plans when this happens? It's usually along the lines of dancing like a crazy person and producing absolute nonsense with your partner in crime. Not only is is fun, but guys realize you basically have slim to non 'hot' dance moves. Which I don't mind (sometimes). And they are out of there faster than you can think 'Have I seen you on tinder before?'

Can I has yo number? Really, bless YOUR soul and check your sanity on a sanity-monitor (totes a thing...) because lady, if he's creepy you step away, no matter how many shots of fireball were truly consumed. Or cups of wine. Because I like wine. #Cla$$y. If you decide that your drunk goggles are truly to blame and not your brain thinking it's okay to make bad decisions, just remember that you're obvi on the buddy system. Your great escapes can include: 1) Awkwardly wave off into the distance at a stranger (that's far enough for him to not creep, either) and pretend its your boyfriend who just went to get you more fireball shots. 2) Pretend you really can't hear him because the new Christina Agulara song about her body or something is playing and you shriek to your friend like a five year old girl getting the chance to meet one direction and you pull a 'sneak under the table' type scenario and run into the crowd on the dance floor. Is it obvious that I've experienced this before and always think about my options to scadaddle? 

There you have it. Before you hand the bouncer your ID (fake or not...), remember to clean off your drunk goggles extra freaking good tonight (spit on it a little, or something), buy handcuffs (only a suggestion) so you don't loose your 'buddy', and get your dancing pants on. Or a cute sparkly skirt is preferable, too. 

Bring in the new year creepy guy/cling free.

Have a good one, you all rock to the stars and back.

See you next year. Ha ha.

The trouble with up is there's always a down..

Life is better when you're silly. Life is also better when you are enjoying it and living in the moment. Being that the new year is TOMORROW, I've been thinking about 2013 and how much of a gigantic freaking blur it was for me, but good or bad, I'm pretty darn happy with how everything turned out.

As far as 'the goods' go, it's pretty darn good. Kiddycup update goes as follows, for all you #TEAMKC fans. Because quite frankly, I think it's all of you. and your grandmas, and your best friends you talk about your internet (i.e blog) friends to. Psh, don't be denying over here.
1. He brought up to me that he deleted his tinder. Aaaaand I still sit with mine downloaded on my phone, but have no fear, I haven't been on in days. Dang, I suck.
2. He said that we are 'dating' but not official (without me asking). Alright maybe I owe this one to the blogstalking, if he does his stalking...
3. He told me he'd buy me chocolate covered gummy bears. Freaking keeper of my heart forever in my eyes.

The reason I'm writing this weird post starting off with 'life is better when your silly' is because you know it, too. You live once, live it up. Now I don't think those are some Drake lyrics #YOLO. Spending my last weekend in 2013 with Kiddycup was grande. Ha, see what I did there......I'm waiting....*cricket cricket* We went to the mall because guys love when girls pick out their clothes for them, and it was a solid bonding experience for us, too. Here's where it gets funny. I mean it too. Like funny as in when I was kissing him afterwards and even to me brushing my teeth, it made me giggle.

So, he told me to get to the restaurant we wanted to eat at, we had to go up a level. Behold: our gaze met the shiny germ infested escalator. Being that we were flirting and so in the moment of each others company we just figured we would ya know just walk up to the escalator and go up on our merry ways. Well, sadly the next part? We weren't even drunk. Hand in hand, we tried going up the escalator. I took two steps on each step and was wondering 1. Why I wasn't going anywhere 2. Why the eff am I tripping and looking like a loon. Obv, Kiddycup stumbled too. It took us about a minute into attempting this clearly difficult task to realize it was going in the wrong director. I pray no one saw us. But I can guarantee security guards watching the camera had a good ROFL. Maybe they'll make me youtube famous #hairflip.

We seriously looked like this except tripping and less gracefulness was involved. And at this point in our 'relationship', I'm 100% comfortable with him. I even sing with him in the car. Almost always.

Am I 'Drunk In Love'? Kidding, I just want to be Beyonce (and wanted a reason to add her into my post, to be honest...)

Providing you with a snapchat selfie with kiddycup because that's just how life works.

Moral of my story is that you should be more cautious to your surroundings (i.e le escalator), and always shake the stupid shit off. Thats the motto.


Drake Drizzy Rogers outtie.
Happy second to last post of 2013.

Dear 2014: Love me?

What type of blogger would I be if I didn't talk sometime on my blog about the big Eve of New Years. It's actually 100% mind-boggling that 2014 is RIGHT around the corner because I think I JUST got used to writing 2013 in I'd say uhhhhhhh October?

But like most melodramatic teenagers I'm beyond ready to spring into the new year because this year was 'not my year'. But is any year "my year" .
Out with the old, in with the new.

The things I'm ready for (but are not limited to) include:
Saying goodbye to the damn 'tind'. It's been real, it's been fun, but quite frankly you need to vanish.
Welcoming a new gym membership with open arms. In the words of Lil Wayne, "I got summer hating on me because I'm hotter than the sun".
*Fingers crossed* Welcoming a new guy into my life. Drinkin' up that kiddy cup. P.S I'm not clever.
A new blog design. But that's like a biweekly occurrence anyway so....
New chapter in my life. New school, new babe pool.. (She's the man reference)
Move to New York and become the next Carrie Bradshaw. High hopes. Dream on, sunshiney Rach.
Meeting new blog friends. For reals, which one of you is next? (2013 brought me: Lauren, Ashleigh and Rachael)
A giftcard or ten to target/starbs/chipotle. All are also accepted in the form of paypal cash, as well.
Visting friends because simply, they rock shit. See ya in a few weeks Boston!
Finish watching One Tree Hill. Oh you bad boy, how you tempt me on days that end in 'y'...
Try to become 'press' for any event (read: pageants, please!) and blog my little heart about it.
See Dave Matthews Band this summer because my life wouldn't be complete without it. Sweet you rock and sweet you roll...
Manage work/school/blogging/and helping out in a youth group. Getting my boots on, and doing this thang.
Become Miley Cyrus. highlyyyyyy debatable.....

To my dear 2014,
Come to mama. and pretty please don't disappoint. There will be consequences. *You may or may not be blogged about...so HA*

The Jewish Way

I bet all of you are turning off the countdowns and pressing erase because it's finally the most wonderful time of the year (besides warm weather and birthday celebrations...)! I know half of the world and their dogs are clocking out of the 'real world' and turning into endless conversations with grandparents asking Any men in your life? or distance relatives (like a great aunts child niece..whatever) asking what are you majoring in/what are you doing with your life as of this very second?

Which is better? Work or uncomfortable questions? You tell me.

Besides my shift at work tonight (boo, retail...who shops at 6PM Xmas eve?) I am coming home, getting into PJ's and indulging in endless amounts of netflix and pinterest-ing. Alright, if I'm being super honest with you...pinterest is too much work so basically netflix it freaking is.

Tomorrow? Instead of waking up at the crack of dawn jumping over the landing on my stair case and into the room with the big pretty decorated tree with presents; I'll just be over here. In my bed. Waking up like it's a pretty normal day in the neighborhood. Later? It's time to run into every jewish person I know and chill with the chinks. Aka Chinese food and movies. 

Granted, I wish wish wish I celebrated christmas to have some fun family excitement and get an overload of presents in one sitting (besides my birthday), but there's nothing better than having a day where no one in my family has really anything planned. Besides movies on movies on movies. Such a crazy day, ya know! Then we sleep it off because boy are we pooped from moving from the couch to dinner to the car and back again. 

I'd also like to point out I'm the worst at tweeting on holidays. I don't tweet the generic Happy Thanksgiving/New Year/Merry Xmas, but since I'm a blogger I think thats a nice thing to do.

So Merry Christmas you party animals! Enjoy your instagrams next to trees/lights/and your creepy uncle who's dressed up as Santa.

Just like a romantic movie scene

*In Robin Thicke voice* Hey hey hey! *End Robin Thicke voice*

I know it's another monday and I feel like I honestly have a butt load of things to fill you in on. Like how I can't stop listening to Partition by Queen B. Like the status of where I stand with Mister Kiddycup/Prince Charming. My current location is on the corner of confused and when can we DTR  (define the relationship).

Last you've heard of this monster who is of my liking, you knew we had our second date. Well y'all, I'm here to report we had a third one this past friday. And a fourth one tonight.

Friday went down a little something like this: We went to dinner (we couldn't didn't want to wait to get into the cute little italian place because it was crooooowded, so we headed somewhere else). At said 'somewhere else' I ran into my ex's next door neighbor last year. Totes looked like she was on a date from tindy-poo because I knew for a fact she didn't live anywhere around there. So whatever. BUT GUESS WHAT? Prince charming kissed me in public. OOOOOOOOH SHEET NOW YA KNOW IT'S REAL. Well I don't know, but I'm never one for PDA like that but it was kinda funky. Is that what being an adult feels like? So dinner was great, we walked around the town for about two minutes because I saw a christmas tree I wanted to take a picture of, but my iPhone didn't want to let that happen. He obviously understood it was for my blog so he was very accepting of it.

As we were walking back to his car, hands interlocked, it felt like a movie scene. No really, let me explain. I was cold in my cute little pleather jacket and he was like oh hey, I'm not cold, let me give you my coat and gracefully draped it across my shoulders. I think I died justtttttt a little bit. Only a little.  The night ended with some movie watching, some cuddles, and a bad case of I-never-want-to-leave syndrome. As usual. Let it be known, he was also the one to initiate the plans, once again. Dangit, where did I find him....!!

Tonights the big number four. When can I ask the whole awkward "hey what are we type thing?".  I know I'm trying to jump to fast, but you know my damn generation all we do is rush things because we are impatient as anything and love nothing more than instant gratification (and selfies). 

Talking freaking out to Rach, Melissa, and Fal in our group message they were telling me that I was 'dating' Mr. Kiddycup but dating is different than 'making it official'. I was like woah girlfriends, hold up. HOW ARE WE DATING? I've never heard this before!!!

So, do you agree? You think you're really pretty?  Are we dating? Please send help. As soon as possible, too please.

So for now, while I wait for your replies as to what I should do...you can find me in bed all day jamming to Yonce. Kthnx.

Oh, and this conversation? Let's keep it between us. 

KIDDING AWKWARD BECAUSE IF YOU SEE THIS PRINCE CHARMING.....hi...close your eyes and pretend this never happened. pooof!

Awkfest 2k13

Who runs the blog world? Erin, I suppose is the answer to both. Not only is she my favorite person to sponsor but THE FIRST blog I've ever followed (way back when).  Speaking of way back when, thanks to this beautiful rockstar of a lady, I decided to follow in her footsteps and tell you all about the big 2k13 for me. Too much has happened in just 12 months, yet it seems like it was centuries ago. I'm talking like the days of Salem Witch Trials stuff.


January: I made my first EVER blog post. I decided to start blogging because I was bored with too much time on my hands during winter break, and my boyfo at the time was M.I.A in college sports land. I blogged only 4 times (which is hilarious because thats what I do AND MORE in a week) during the month of January and thankfully things that are still relevant in my life (i.e Carrie Diaries/Mindy Kaling/Finding my happiness) In real life, I got to see old friends and be a bum. And brought in the New Year with bofo at the time and his posse. Cool shit, I know.

February: Celebrated my first Valentines day in a relationship. I was so excited, I basically craft-vommed everywhere. I loved my fun gifts and celebrating with the guy I thought was forever mine (What is this, Taylor Swift sadness takeover?) and enjoyed hibernated from the cold weather. Sandy Cheeks style. I also went through formal sorority recruitment to find out, that wasn't the life for me. Oh and I also drank too much beer out of frat kegs. Basically, February was madness. The end.

March: Warmer weather, Track formal, and the first I love you. I get this post isn't about my past relationship, but it made up 80% of my 2013. (read: Can you tell why I'm ready for 2014 to blow my mind!?) I also was ready for a change, and turned my good ole head of hair back to brunette. At this point, I decided I wasn't happy with my college decision and wanted to look into transferring. #WHYRACHELWHY. In March, I decided to buy Blog Inc and dive head first into blogging. YAY.

April: After talking to my parents about a much needed trip away from real life, I was off to Michigan to visit an old friend. I was so excited to go yet nothing more exciting than trips for food really happened. The struggle was real. A week later (what was school?) I was off to Boston for my cousins BEAUTIFUL wedding (+ got to see my best friend, too!)

May: Bye bye school, hello full time blogging. I started blog designing, DIYing, and preparing to shake it for my man Luke ;) I also ate a ton of peanut butter ice cream, watched/started my relationship with netflix, and enjoyed the first of my summer at the beach. I also decided then that I would be changing schools in the fall.

June: I loved June at the time, but looking back I could have done without. I became a normal (whatever that means) at blogging which was probably the best part of it all. I celebrated my one year at the Phillies game (in beautiful weather), as well as jammed my petite heart out to Lukey-poo until my voice was no more. A few weeks later I was back at it again, except this time, singing my drunken heart out to every Dave Matthews Band song possible with a great group of people by my side.

July: If I just started with Segway would that suffice? I rode a segway for a three day job, I met my blog bestie, Lauren and fell in love instantly. I traveled to DC to double date the shit out of it afor the night with Lauren +beaus. I had the time of my life in just a quick span of 24 hours, and met someone I know will be in my life for  awhile! Did I mention I took ten giant grandpa steps in the right direction and changed my blog name to Sunshine and Sinatra then? Crazy stuff, I can't even.

August: Best yet worst month. Only way to describe it.
Bests because...birthday celebrations, I met Miss USA and died like ten times and went to Miss Universe land every time, I celebrated my 100th post, went to school, made the best chocolate covered gummy bears in existence, and teamed up with Kensie Clothing to try out my first giveaway on le blog!
Worst because...BREAKUPS. Breakups suck. We don't even need to touch on this stupid waste of my life besides the fact I was a dramatic little girl about it and decided to post this. A post that is outrageous yet one of my posts with the most comments in ever.

September: Started school and loved every second *It's going to be easy she thought. Try it they said, it will be fun* NO YOU LIED. I had my first *outing* with a dude as a single girl. Vomskis to the max. I also decided to download the tind. We all know it goes downhill from here...

October: Celebrated the celebration out of pageant weekend. #NotSorry. As well as tried out the whole "meeting guys from tinder in real life" situation...which soon turned into a problem.

November: Probably my favorite month of all 2k13 months there are (That would be 12...ding ding ding...we have a winnter!). I went to Canada (Hiya, Noah!) and was as legal as us human species can be. I got to play with the slot machines that are surrounded by grandmas who don't do much else with their lives as well as order beers on beers with meals. Solid. Before Canada, I was able to meet my soon-to-be/now other half, Rachael! Then two weeks later it was off to florida to enjoy the warm weather stand in weather that felt like I was just at home anyway. Did I mention I met my future boyfriend? AND he kissed me on the cheek?

December: Here we are. I can't believe a year has gone by because it honestly feels as if I've been stuck in this year since 'Nam and before.  Currently loving: Beyonce's new album, trying to learn how to save money, and going on some dates with cute guys.

New beginnings while giving back

Life has just been on a happy kick. Maybe because I'm done learning for a month and a half, and my only worries the past few days have been to make sure I check in on the blog world every once in a while. Besides that I've been seeing friends, family, and staying in bed with my one true love, netflix.

Today is where things get a whole lotta different. Well, at least I hope not drastically. Don't miss me too much. But if you do, feel free to write and/or send gifts to my home address.
My dad doesn't understand why everyday there is a new package with my name on it. Keep 'em comin.

I start my first retail job in about 45 minutes. *gulp*. I've never done retail before. Previous jobs have just been chasing and reprimanding kids to listen to me although I look their size and height. I'm also not allowed to wear jeans, only nice outfits. It's winter. I don't do "nice". So with that, here's to more instagrams of my cute stylish outfits.

And less time dedicated to blogging. I don't have a set schedule since it's a month long break before school starts and all I have to worry about is working and blogging. If I lack posts, just remember to stalk the crap out of me on my twitter. I'll be sure to report new tinder dudes (hopefully we can soon say bye bye to this...we'll see....), new shopping finds, and how much I love my blog friends.

In addition to all of this goodie goodness, I *fingers crossed* got a co-'advisor' position for my high school youth group, since I'll be home all next semester. A thing to know about me is that when I was going through the lows of my roller coaster ride of high school, I always had my youth group to fall back on. I drove all my anger and frustration into passion and hard word for my positions on board to inspire others. At the end of my time in my youth group, aka near graduation, I was ready to peace the eff out. But being an alumnus and looking back, I wish I was still involved.

I couldn't be more thrilled to help give back to what has shaped me into the person I am today. 100 freakin percent. Since my freshman year, I've been dying to help staff like my blog friend (AND REAL LIFE FRIEND), Jenny has.

There is nothing better than the feeling of knowing you are able to give back.

In the words of a sixth grader on instant messenger: "XO BBL. LYLAS TEXT THE CELLI <3".

Mister KiddyCup turns Prince Charming

Wondering what happened to him? Last night was date numero dos. And boy was that a doozie. In the best freaking way possible.

Let's start with this: If you are behind on who "Mister KiddyCup" even would be, I suggest you read this before getting your nosey all up in my bizznaz.

Read it? Alright, good. Now get this:

date #2 tweets: he read the post
— Rachel (@Sun_and_Sinatra) December 18, 2013

Ok, so I showed it to him. We were talking about it over sushi (obviously our favorite AND the best food), and I somehow mustered every once of confidence I had (like Teddy Geiger in For You I will) and let him have at it. Shit, now he's never going to talk to me. Can I run and hide now? STOP READING MISTER KIDDYCUP! 
-He laughed at being called Mister KiddyCup but doesn't understand why I won't expose his real name and all that real life thing shenans
-He told me it was actually cute and I was a good writer Thanks....
I explained to him how much of a big deal this was because my friends in real life never find my blog by me showing them, they find it on their own (P.S real life friends, how do you do it...)

We then got into the car. And he did not drive me back to my car. THE DATE WAS STILL ON. We went to Longwood Gardens so I could get my I celebrate Christmas for the night-fix. I was swooing and looking like a tourist; stopping to take pictures of almost every tree. I mean after a while, I understand they aren't that exciting... I told him if he stuck around he would have to get used to stopping mid-walk to take a picture. He had fun with it. I had fun with him. Okay great.

 We also froze our booty's off until finding the indoor plant stuff with the COOLEST little displays and staying in there for a while to warm up. He is also not shy at all, and isn't afraid to embarrass me (read: he wanted to take an orange off one of the trees in the 'jungle' and I basically had a bird). He also got me hot chocolate (hey, perfect) and we saw this display (that I didn't take a picture of this year) and I told him it reminded me of Cinderella. And I forget what he said but it was something along the lines of "Here's your glass slipper". I then told him something along the lines of "What are you, prince charming?" Yes. Yes he is.  (read: So far.....) Oops.

Did I mention I didn't want to leave again once I had to?
Did I mention HE asked to see ME this weekend?
Did I mention if he reads this it's awkward but hey, it's my own fault.
Did I mention...we got a picture together? #DoItForTheBlog, right? ;)

And all I got was a damn starbucks cup.

Even if you only spend about a good ten seconds on my blog, you know that I love blogging about my guy experiences, I should just stop reiterating at this point. After my past two tinder slumps being an epic fail beyond comprehension, I decided to give how many effs? Oh, I'd say about zero. Yea, you heard me. I decided to turn tinder into a simple game of hot or not, not who's my next victim ;).

(via pinterest)

P.S hey you tinder gds, if you read this, maybe I should like be a spokes person for y'all or something. I've got a handful and a half to say about your little match makey-appy.

Like I said, I gave up and made it a game. I match with a dude (like every other time....) and he decided to initiate the conversation. Whatever I thought, we'll just talk until he gets tired of me. Yet he decided to ask me questions noone has ever asked before on tinder and actually wanted to get to know me.

...Wait, those guys exist on that creepy ass app? Apparently (read: so far)....
He asked about my hobbies and what I do in my free time, and my big mouth blurted out blogging. Am I dumb? I'd say like, yes? Normally guys are like "oh really? that's cool" but nope not this one, Mister KiddyCup (explanation later), was genuinely interested and was now putting on his camo hunting gear. Meaning, he wanted to find le blog. Did I let him? Hell no. Like, sorry you can't read, I need to blog about you...

Anyway after talking for a bit, he wanted to meet up. I decided to go into meeting up with legitimately less than -5% expectations. I'm a young girl, I get my hopes up faster than a grandma getting tired at a 9PM showing of The Hunger Games. Eh whatever, just go with it.

I even tweeted the day before how excited I was to live tweet the date if it sucked. Note: I didn't even pick up my phone once. Yet as I was blasting my John Mayer playlist and pulling up to the meet up location, I got nervous.

Is he going to like me?
Is he going to think I'm funny?
What about what questions will he ask?
How many times will he mention my blog to try and get it out of me so he can read how weird I really am? (The answer, for reals: I can't even count. Too many.)

We clicked almost instantly. Between having way too much in common, I mean waaaaaay too much (like weird ass uncommon ish), and talking his ear off, I'd call the date successful. After lunch we decided to get into the car and drive to get coffee (since that was the original plan of our date). I was so excited to get a PSL (I THOUGHT THEY DISAPPEARED IN WINTER), and thought he was an avid coffee drinker until we got there. He said he doesn't drink coffee. Oh okay, playing me I see you homie. He ended up with some white choco shenans and asked for his drink not too hot. They called it "Kid Temperature" and I laughed at him. Perfect making fun of him material. Even the barista's said he will never be able to live it down. And as long as we're friends, it's a big fat eff no. Hence, my nickname for him: Mister KiddyCup.

Starbies was packed like sardines so we sat in his car for three damn hours just talking. But you know when you don't even realize time flies because you just are living in the moment? Yeah, that thing happened. Before you know it, I had to go. And I didn't want to.

No pictures to suffice? Welp, I am a F+ blogger.

I told Mister KiddyCup how I basically wanted to hate him so I could at least have solid blog material (as per usual with the past tinder meet ups...). Instead, I left with realizing that when you go into things with minimal expectations, you are able to have ten times more fun than you thought you would have (Or maybe we just really hit it off...).


Oh, and a damn Starbucks (PSL) in hand.

FREE CLOTHING. Yep, you heard me.

Hey to all you fashion bloggers out there.
Bonjour to my daily readers (p.s so much love for ya. I mean it.).
What's up to my trendy real life friends who came to visit here because I told you to.

If there was one thing I could be in the world (besides Miss USA...) I'd probably want to be a veterinarian fashion blogger. I mean how precious do they look when they make poses I would just look awkward doing? Or what about their fancy camera's and clicky buttons? Heck, I don't even know where I would begin with that stuff. #iPhoneSelfiesForDays

This is what mine turn out to be:

#BarfVom, told ya.

My favorite is when I read bloggers who say something along the lines of "shout out to my boyfriend/husband for taking great pictures of me". Excuse me, but can any of you point me in the right direction to find someone to help me out? Seriously anyone help.

Obviously my blog is not one directed at my super fab #OOTD's, but I like to help out where I can. I want to help YOU pick out your next OOTD insta post. Or, one of them eventually down the road...

Actually don't even thank me (Alright, a thanks or two wouldn't hurt). Thank DressLily.com for supporting you with a new stylish addition to your 'drobe (Wardrobe for short, obvi.) Anyway...

Need a gift for your younger sister?Or your brothers girlfriend? (Dang thats super nice of you).
Don't want to spend money on it? I've got ya covered.

Dresslily is an international site (you can get shipping for your country, you canada-ers. Aka Melissa) that has honestly the most affordable yet trendiest stuff. From watches I've been dying to get my hands on, to a shoulder bag I don't want to miss out on, and even a sassy-azz dress I'd love to sport this NYE.

You heard me say affordable clothing right? Juuuuuust checking.

On to the good good stuff: A giveaway

Thanks to DressLily.com, they decided to partner up with me to give y'all (I'm from Jersey. Oops.) a giveaway! You can win any of the items below (just one) starting today until January 12th (my blogaversary), which is about a month. I know you were hoping to get it before Xmas, but it's okay you can still buy fun products from them to secretly place under your tree last minute. (see: Reindeer hat)

In addition, if you are a blogger. You get a month of free 200X200 adspace WITH a featured guest post/Q&A sesh.

FYI...all dresses are 'one size fits all'. *pats dresslily on back...that's so smart!*
What's not to love? Go crazy you lovers of free things. (I mean, yes I'm including myself in that generalization)

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To: Snow | From: Me

To be honest, I'd be satisfied with just posting a big bold eff you, but in blog land that probably won't suffice.


Dear snow,
You stink. Although you look very lovely at first, I can't stand to look at you for more than about two minutes. You make me cold. I hate you because I can't wear uggs around you since you RUIN THEM. You just ruin everything. Like plans.

Oh Rachel, you have to drive an hour today? Well, hey babe, here's some five feet of snow. Enjoy being locked up in your castle forever, sweet thang.

Granted you are nice to me when I want to be lazy in bed for a sunday, but other than that. I'm pretty sure I was over you since August of 1994. Yeah, you heard me. Since my day of birth.

Clearly I'm a summer baby and I don't find you fun. I'd rather hang with the waves and sunshine, if you know what I mean. I mean thinking about that just makes me happy. And when I think about you? It's more along the lines of  the song Move Along by the All America Rejects.

You also get me down with a colossal amount of season depression. You make me want to hate you, as I hate everything else in the world *Insert sassy drama queen dog tag bling here*.

One of the only positive things you provide me with is a reason to be artsy with my cups of delish strawberry tea and my obvi red starbies cup (P.S you're the scum between my toes because Pumpkin Spice Lattes don't really exist anymore).

You also sometimes come before you have to (shut the hell up, immaturity). And I mean like, weeks before. See the other day it snowed way too much for me to handle, and your time to shine (i.e WINTER) isn't really suppose to slap me in the face until December 21st.

I also don't get who let you be in charge of school cancellations or not. You're too indecisive and it makes me want to stab you with a mechanical pencil. Since I feel like that hurts the least....See I can be nice, just not specifically towards you.

Look, I've heard some great things about you from my friends but it's me, not you.
Unless this is your way to somehow evacuate me to a perfect location (florida, for example), then you are totes on my shit list.


Toodles, dude.

Xo,
Rachel
Very angry summer child

Blog & The City.

“Are we simply romantically challenged, or are we sluts?” -Sex and the City.

You know find yourself at home between the hours of 1 PM and 4 PM and you turn on E! because, face it, you love your sex and the city. Is it Samantha's slutty antics that make you spit out your cup of wine coffee? Or Carrie's quotes that make you want to log on to your tumblr (although you haven't since freshman year of college) and post these quotes all around your room? How about Miranda just being Miranda; always working? You really can't forget Charlotte's cute little quirky-ness. 

It's crazy because as much as I love this show, I look no further than my own phone for my real life Sex and the City sequal.  Ya see, I want to introduce you to my blog besties. I can always wake up knowing one of us either did something completely outrageous that we totes support, or we did something stupid. Or I sent a good amount of drunk texts that don't make sense and they think I'm a loon-face. One day we decided who was who from the show, and it honestly made the most sense. Ever.

Introducing the new and improved SATC betches. Watch out, Earth.


I mean, its pretty obvious if you've read my blog that I am Samantha Jones.

Besides her crazy obsession with duders. Shes a fierce PR betch (which I plan on being), and we dress the exact same (i.e le adventurous) We are both completely blunt when it comes to chatting with our biffcicles about our guy adventures. I even am not ashamed sharing it with you guys. (Ya know, I'm the 2013 version of Samantha...stuck on tinder...) When it comes to running into an ex-hook up, or making sure we 'politely' turn down a guy we're too good for, we get the damn job done. I'm the one in the group texts that very guy crazy. Actually we all are.  I'm just the one that's a drunk mess saying guys guess what happened to me last night. I've read/noticed this sassy one is always a fan of change (um hello, she changes guys like she changes underwear...), and always trying to live life to the 'yolo-est' and doing whatever will make her happy. Which is something I'm truly after. She also always encourages drinking after any type of advice or situation at hand. Which I feel like I'm the one in the group that is the voice of that, but I mean, obviously we're all in agreement to it. 

Fal is the good ole Carrie B. Fal starts off her blog with people finding the quote "Life is about finding happiness". HELLO. Is that like not something Carrie would blog about in her cute little apartment. Also she has a stunning fashion sense that I admire (because half the time I dress in basic boring clothing), and she even did her own make up vlog. Betch be making moves. Also Fal loves blogging inspiring shit, like Carrie did with her writing columns. Hello soon to be super star! She's easy to fall in love with (I mean look at her dang it), yet she hasn't found her Mr. Right yet. But incase he's reading this, here's what you should know. She's probably the most sane of us all (no offense rach/meliss haha), and has her head on the ground when she needs to be mostly realistic when it comes to life. But like Carrie, she can be the life of the party with her picture messages of what she's currently drinking/doing. 
Homegirl (as she is quoteably known for) can tell it like it is. Always.

Miranda - Melissa. Obviously sounds too similar. Between her cynical (example 2)personality and closely similar fashion sense. And is more serious about getting her nerdy-ness on (than samantha..aka me). And by Nerdy-ness I mean Harry Potter. I'm almost positive Miranda would have loved nothing more than to spend a night in with Steve seeing who was in the Chamber of Secrets. Or whatever happens. See I don't even remember know. She takes pride in her single life and don't need no man. I mean, they suck so I understand. 

You cannot forget the Charlotte to my Samantha; Rachael. The sweetest and calmest sass-pot of us all. But let it be known, if you mess with her. You will get the rath. So you simply, do not. Like Char, she doesn't like being alone (obv me neither) and wont stop until she finds the most perfect guy to sweep her off her cute pair of boots accompanied by her new flashy yet classy purse and be in a happily ever after story book. Feels you, though. She relies on her partners in crime to get her through life, and she believes you need a great group of friends to always have your back. Have I mentioned she is type A (to an extent) and loves being organized/on top of her isn? Do you see why we found our spirit animals now?

So now you know what you didn't know. What's that you ask? Well, the fact that you know almost real life sex and the city people is kind of a big deal, so we'll go with that.
Now go see what these freaks are all about.
Much love.

#Blogmopolitan

Totally guilty of wanting to read cosmo when my mom wouldn't let me. She told me to stick to the J14, teen pop, and 17 mags, even. I'm not even too sure what age I was at when my mom just let me plop it into the cart while shopping, but hey maybe that's why I matured so fast...

Anyway, Erin rocks ish and I was so excited to see when she made her Blogmopolitan sheet a linky-upper. I wanted to point out that Erin is also one of the realest bloggers in da game. Meaning, she makes you laugh til you tear, nod your head; wishing you could grab her through the screen and give her a big hug because you agree with what she is saying, and also talks about her trendy life in NYC. And by trendy I think she means shops at target more than the average white girl, eating chipotle as much as possible, and dressing helluva lot cuter than some of us bloggers. You get the point.

Here's to Erin.

Now go learn what ya don't know about me.

My date with Mr. T

Shout out to everyone dressed like a human today because I will not be. I will be how do you say.....ratchet? Don't you ever just have a crazy bowl of weekend-ness and you feel like you can never recover until about ten years from now? Glad you agree.

I originally had a whole lotta bull crap written but I was hung over, extremely so I figured in everyone's interest it would be best written when I don't feel like my stomach is going to come out of my mouth every five seconds. Er, yep. Sorry for the visuals.

So this weekend? I mean, shit show is seriously probably the best way to describe this weekend. Sorry mom. And the cops. Hey, don't yell at me! You are either reading this agreeing that this was in fact your weekend, or have once had a similar weekend while in school. I'd like to give a special thanks to my ex boyfriend and tequila for bringing me one hell of a freaking way to loose weight. Alright, I'm sorry. I really am. Too many visuals.

I drank my weight in wine, mixed drinks, and tequila this weekend. Thennnnnn soon following I lost it all in my fave place, the royal throne. It's fine I bet you're laughing at me. However, I'm just over here jamming to my remix of one tequila, two tequila, three tequila four.
It goes like this:  One Tequila, Two Tequila, Projective Vom, Floor. Sadly.
My wobbling with the Big T was not something I want to relive for about another 200 days.


Remember my post from friday? Well, this is what happened that night.

Just wish the ex a happy bday via Facebook. And now the drinking begins.
— Rachel (@Sun_and_Sinatra) December 7, 2013

Yes. I posted that at about 7PM. That my friends is when the drinking shenans started. In fact, wine shots we're taken. Oh so classy, right? But you obviously understand my pain because thats what all of us bloggers do (and girls alike). My motto has been "Guys suck, let's drink" so obviously it was a very successful night in both hating the cavemen that have too much facial hair and gulping down a whole bottle of wine with a friend. No effs given.

And now here I am, mad at myself for promising I'd spend all day in the library yesterday except Mr and Mrs. Nature decide to throw a huge snowball at my face and not let me find the motivation to leave my dorm because of the worst hangover of my life.

Aaaand I wish this post was worth reading.
Better luck next time, Hungover sunshiney Rach.

Weekend shenans, out. 

Happy birthday, ya filthy animal.

Here ye, here ye. It's christmas season so obviously somehow quoting Home Alone 2 feels appropriate. How fitting is it that I am posting this on the six of December. What a fine day. I love me some even numbers for I have a weird feeling towards odd numbers.

Also, this is probably a post where I should have put on my big girl undies, but I guess not. Oops.

Last year on this exact day I was looking at the clock when it struck midnight, so excited to call my best friend on his birthday. Best friend, yes. Boyfriend? Even better. Yuuppppp, it was my boyfriends birthday! I was so excited for him to answer since it was our first birthday of his spent together. (Besides that time sophomore year in high school when I went to his suprise party....) Whatevs. I called him at exactly midnight, phone in hand because I was freaking excited. I was more excited for his birthday than he was. He didn't answer. I called again. No answer. I was pissed. Was I a bad girlfriend because I was mad at him on his own birthday? Yeah, probably to that too. Turns out he went out and got an extra large pair of drunky pants on him. He finally called back and there I was, Miss pissymood pants grunting a Happy birthday to him. We hung up.

I was so excited to see him that weekend, regardless, since we were celebrating his birthday, our six months (big whoop, right?) and Hannukah (#TheTribeSticksTogether). I never had this serious of a boyfriend before, so I went H.A.M on getting him nice presents: Shirts from Vineyard Vines, a new wallet (since he used a dorky little kid one), and something else but clearly it wasn't that important because I forget. He bought me a cute little photobook of all of our pictures, since we had a lot from me being in love with him all through high-school. The weekend was spent celebrating all great things, and it was all a walk in the park around his campus. I was thinking that whole weekend how excited I was to spend his big 20's with him. And now that thought is in the crapper. Along with my heart.
HELLOOO DRAMATIC!


A year later exactly I sit here wondering...
+Will I ever get over him? Dear Gd please make this happen, I know there are bigger and better things waiting for me.
+Am I a bitch to not say happy birthday to him? Or should I say it in hopes he will fall in love with me again for the first time. (ooh, I'm harsh).
+Why did I ever spend so much money on him!!!!!!!!!!!! (He's probably wondering the same about me..)

But hey! thanks for teaching me...
...to not be so clingy
...you can date someone and not really love them. (eep nipped that one in the freaking booty...)
...nice/hairy dudes are so my thing. Bye bye, Bad boysssssss!
...to never move somewhere for someone in hopes to bring you closer together.
...to do more things for me.

Here's to your big 2-0, ya filthy animal. And by filthy animal I mean ex boyfriend who broke my heart. Hope you are having A BLAST without me!!!! Make sure to write/invite me to your wedding!

*Note: He really is a nice guy, I'm just a silly little lady with a broken heart. If he or anyone who knows him see this, I did this post out of fun (ok sort of). But this is my blog so tough if ya dont like it*

Stop trying to make fetch happen: an autobiography

Hey all you bloggers who actually post on thursdays. It's rare for me to. Sometimes I'm feeling like I have a whole lotta things to say exploding from my brain, and other times it's as quiet and still like my brain when I am sleeping (thank gosh). Today, I have no clue why I'm posting but hop on board and see where this ride takes us. If we end up in a circle, I'm sorry but no refunds.

As I sit here finally blogging after reading Fal's buzzfeed article she posted on facebook about being single, I hit Colors by Amos Lee on repeat for the umpteenth time. I found this quote the other day and I have been DYING to share it with the world and their moms and dogs since.

It's funny to because I am never into religious quotes or anything where I let gd or jesus "take the wheel". I admire people that are but you know I'm jewish so I just stick listening to my Matisyahu, dreaming about waking up and climbing up Masada at sunrise, and being able to slowly-but-surely read hebrew (that means don't ask me to...I know the amount a first grader at sunday school does...).

Dear self,
This quote means to yolo and do you.
Don't worry about trying to find the perfect guy on tinder. We know that wont happen, sweet thang.
Or the next guy you run into at the super market? Yea no Don't start planning your future. #DomesticatedLifeActivities. Stop trying to make fetch happen.
Remember that every guy friend of yours is and should be off limits. Stop trying to get yourself in a relationship because you just want to.
No No No.

Go out there, focus on school, focus on your future. Although you've been unsure of a helluva lot, you are actually pretty cool (I think) so get your bottom up and do more for you. You're a kickass doodler, you love your bloggy friends more than life itself because they keep you sane (read: ALWAYS), and when you have a passion for something you put your heart into it one hundred and sixty four percent.

Yo, also: Please stop listening to If I Didn't Have You by Thompson Square and Everything has Changed by Tswifty. You might feel a tincy bit better about yourself. Remember, Happy thoughts.

When the right time comes, and you are beyond preoccupied with your kickass lifestyle, Mr. Fabulous-Right-Perfect-McFly will come and sweep you off your sweet little booties you bought at target (cute but stylish!)

Then you no longer dance with gd. And get cho freak on with the right dude.
So for now, just make sure you don't drop that thun thun thun when you break it down with the original G himself.

Sincerely,
Me.

Pinterest inspires us all, amiright?

Obviously if we all had the ability to get everything we pin from our pinterest boards to real life, pinterest would not exist. Think about it. We go on tinder just to find someones perfect proposal that we drool and add to our "Waiting for Mr. Right" board...right next to the swooning Gatsby themed wedding. Dream closets/Fashion boards? Yea, guilty of that too.
Don't tell me you have no 'Future house/Dream apt" board. If you don't thats just awkward because I do. I have both.

My point? If you knew or didn't know already I will be living at home next semester. Yawn/Barf/Tissues is the feeling I usually get when I think of that.
Will I become depressed? Sure freakin' hope not.
Will I get a job? This broke betch better.
Will I be successful? What does that even mean anymore. Everyone has a different definition.

I decided that if I was going to be at home 24/7, I needed a change. Sort of like a girl cuts her hair and dyes it after a break up. Yeah, that whole feeling funky fresh kicked in. I didn't dye my hair though. Except this is a remind that I need to soon... (Damn my strawberry blonde-ness that hasn't appeared since I was a baby). I decided to redo my room. Not all. It's sort of in the process/sort of not. I just added my desk that was hiding in the good ole garage. Obviously needed to study paint my nails !

Sundays are for brunching.

What's a blog land? Or blog post. Heck I haven't created one of these babies in ages. HEY. I'm Rachel. I enjoy getting caught in the rain (when its sunny and only drizzling), long walks on the beach, and beer and wine when I can get my hands on it. That's all you need to know I guess.

ANYWHO...

I don't even think my giving of thanks day deserves a post because it was spent hanging over the glorious toilet in my hotel room royal thrown. Yup you guessed it. Unlike every Amurican gaining the weight, my weight was on the run away from me. WHY. I really like stuffing too. My thanksgiving was spent in bed watching movies on movies on movies. So there's that.

Sunday came and I was finally home. A day in the city for me is like a three year old in a candy store. Classic never wanting to leave let me throw a tantrum or two. Or more like why did I never choose to go to a city school? Everything is so convenient!

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