A single girls gift guide to Valentines day

If you are anything like me (i.e single, snookin' for love), then you probably have found yourself admiring over the cute beer basket your best friend pinned for her sweet lovin beau. You decide to pin it to your 'For Him' board, because it's for him. One day. You then realize how silly that was of you because you will be spending valentines day alone with some boxed wine and the Last Song, because that shit is a tear jerker.

Also what type of blogger would I be if I never tried out a whole "gift guide" post....(I could have lived without it, I'm sure...)

Instead of looking for gifts for your non existent boyfriend, I'd find gifts for your other half (read: best freaking friend...who is also not investing her time only in a thing with something that dangles ever so slightly between their legs....if you see what I'm sadly getting at here...)

I know its like, 3 and a half weeks away BUT ITS CREEPING UP ON US. Go gift buying. If not for a friend, go for YOU. Because you damn right deserve it. For putting up with seeing all of your taken friends post endless 'I HAVE THE BEST BOYFRIEND EVER' picstitches.

If Mindy Kaling (the ultimate single swagger) can have a wine bra, I think so can I. Nothing says "Don't interrupt me, Miley is falling in love with the ultimate hunk in this scene" better than this. Did I mention you can probably hold a few cups o' wine in those bad boys. That means you probably won't have to get up....for a good 10 minutes. Don't forget the popcorn and chocolate. Make sure to not drop on your snuggie. THAT would be embarrassing.....(who do I have to impress.....?)

Subscription to Cosmo. The beauty of living vicariously through other women while they are out sipping fun drinks with hot guys and soaking in each others awesomeness. And you? Just learning some future tips and ish.

Starbucks cups. When you don't want to make a trip out to get the perfect instagram (or to sneak other goodies while in public) I suggest you somehow stock up on the perfect ceramic starbucks mug. No thang says #singleonVday more than this.

The selfie clicker photo taker ma-bob. You see, we don't have a certain someone to be forced into taking our pictures for us so we choose to use a secret device that makes it look like we have a great group of friends always willing to take pictures for us.

c/o my Photo Booth

Netflix. So you can live vicariously/become emotionally attached to fictional characters. I suggest One Tree Hill. That aught to keep you preoccupied BEYOND Valentines day weekend. Start now.

A cute pup. I mean, you don't have to go all out and spend a months worth of rent and take out on a brand spankin new born teacup yorkee (if I could, trust me I would). You can resort to the electronic ones that can still walk and are soft yet you do not have to worry about waking up at 6AM in the snow for a morning bathroom break, or rushing home from a fwb to make sure you fed little ole fido. Do we even name dogs that anymore...... Also. I would like to make sure you are aware, that I do have this dog. His name was Bralex (After my ex and my roomies boyfriend). I think he needs a new name. I'm thinking LB. Short for Luke Bryan.

fetus me with blonde hair

So I think I spelled it out for you. The answer to being a single lady on vday is quiiiiite simple (and much better than some fancy shmancy meal that you don't have to pay for). The answer is: Netflix, food, wine, and cute pups. 

I got chu.

Backing it up with Whit, since I don't think I've done it since 'Nam.

Sunshiney Rach: Not a fashion blogger

I can't. I know us bloggers are A+ in the encouragement department. But I just cant.
Can't what? Be a fashion blogger. On my own.

I've read decided/understand that in blog land, you follow your own rules. Post about things you want, go crazy on social media (ok, not too crazy to the point you lose followers...), because at the end of the day the only person that needs to love your blog is you. Granted, like many of us have stated we all LOVE the fact that blogging has brought us opportunities to connect with companies, check out really awesome products (because we/a friend got it for free), you know the drill.

Through blogging, I've learned that it's okay to document the mess ups...they do make for quality and a half blog posts. So here you have it. I can't be a fashion blogger alone. Hence, if you live in the PA/South Jersey area (all you real life friend readers who read without my permission..........), take pictures for my blog! I'll pay you in endless love. Because is there really anything better??!

I might as well worn a dunce cap in these pictures. It was also 12 degrees - No regrets.

 My outfit wasn't even trendy. At least this looks cool if my purple socks weren't showing...

"I'm a dude. I'm a bad ass hunky dude!!!"

 Questioning my sobriety sanity.

Call me Audrey Hepburn with the glasses in hand. Please, no autographs.

 I call this one: "Chairs for the uninvited".

I'm basically an angel or something.

So thats why I need so say goodbye to self timers and hello to a boyfriend. Or just a friend. Friends are nice. 

Kiddycup...end of an era

Been with me since summer? great. You know how I use my blog to rant out my anger. It also probably isn't a good thing since this stuff stays on the inter webs somehow forever so ya know if the wrong person finds this it will probably be bad. Aka Kiddycup himself. Ya know since I LET him read my blog and all.

ALRIGHT bare with me....I slept for probably 3 hours.

Let me start with last night: It was two weeks since we saw each other and boy was I freaking excited to see him. Like so excited. He of course was running a few minutes late and of course I was pissy. Alright, maybe thats where I could change.

We went to dinner, caught up, decided to go back to his place and be old people as usual and watch Safe Haven (which was actually better since the first time I saw it (i.e last year valentines day) and I didn't even cry!

After, I went into one of those girl moods where I don't tell him whats going on but I'm acting differently. So, again oops. I was trying to come up with the words to say something along the lines of WHY ARENT WE DATING YET.

It came out sort of like "Well how long do you talk to a girl before you date them?" He got weird and I got annoyed because I was like hi you are older then me why can't you come up with a functioning mature sentence instead of just awkwardly laugh.

So we came up with the answer. He said he thought we've been dating and stuff he just didn't realize why I had to title it.

Thennnnnnnn I brought up Valentines day and how I wanted to spend it with him. He said he got me a present. SHIT SO WE ARE DATING? cause I wouldn't get someone something for valentines day unless we were 'boyfriend/girlfriend'.

Then we talked more. About things I will not say because of course we need to keep someeeee things in life private. But it ended with him saying it was up to me and maybe we aren't meant to be together.

And then I was dumb and slept over. Well didn't sleep because I'm so dramatic and freaked out all night. I was so excited to get home this morning but I was stuck in a buttload and a half of traffic out of Philly.

He said he wants to be friends.
I'm sad.

So I figured in the spirit of him, it was a good mofuggin run and he had to be concluded with an  angry dramatic blog post. Now excuse me while I go be a dramatic girl for the rest of all eternity.


If I can even function.

If you wanna be with me, baby there's a price to pay

Things I'd rather be spending my money on than textbooks:

A boyfriend. As much as he spends money on me, I think it's probably nice to spend a whole 100 doll hairs of my paycheck on him once in a while. And save the other 29 doll hairs to indulge in food that shouldn't be in my diet after leaving 2013. Oh wait, what's a boyfriend?

A trip to visit a blog friend (RACHAEL). She's in florida right now....near disney....and I'm in the freezing cold....do you dig what i'm shoveling? It's honestly bonkers and a half that I don't even feel like she's just an 'internet friend' because we don't go a day without filling each other in on our lives. Even the stupid stuff noone else would care about. So yeah if you want to donate to the Rach's unite in florida fund, I'd be MORE than happy to direct you to my paypal email.

Sponsorships. If I cared enough to do the math. All the money I'm spending on books I'm pretty sure I could buy adspace on the most expensive blogs in all the land. Pretty sure I don't even know what blogs are more than $50 but if you exist somewhere out there, expensive adspace, just know: I'd rather spend my money on you. It's not you, it's me my college education.

Until all those happen (due to the genie in my bottle that I'm rubbing the right way...), I'm pretty sure I'm stuck in a realistic world where books are anywhere from expensive to I want to make you a broke bitch. I've saved 40-90% on books JUST by ordering from Campusbookrentals.com.

I've had pretty shitty experience from ordering books online, yet like a car crash, I JUST CANT TURN AWAY. It's so much better saving $ online (that could go to blogging) versus buying the book at full price. You name it, it's happened to me. Including scammed by a book renting company [KNETBOOKS] order from there and lose your soul. Or more money than you expected.

Campus book rentals [IS DAMN RIGHT RELIABLE] has allowed me to choose my own rental times, which is fabulous because you CAN save up to two dollar difference just by returning it a day before your semester ends. They also tell you YOU CAN HIGHLIGHT IN THEIR BOOKS. Like hello nicest gesture ever because I was guilty of that in high school...

If you want more dirty deets, hit 'em up here.
You won't regret it.
And if you do, come find me. I will personally buy your next textbook a pizza.


Opinions are real and my own however, I was compensated for this post (c/o www.campusbookrentals.com)

The fork in the road (blame my GPS..)

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both"

-Robert Frost

I never get a full dose of inspiration when reading poems; I usually just look at them, think of how deep they were to the writers, try to figure out the symbolism, then peace the heck out [because class is finally over]. Not this poem, though. The Road Not Taken is my shit currently.

When have you had to make a tough decision between two important (possibly life changing) things? Do you take the path that you know how things will turn out? The "smooth sailing", the comfortable because I know what to say/feel/do at that moment in time. Or do we find ourselves taking chances (cranking on the Dave Matthews, FYI) and take the left fork in the road. The one we were warned about. But we do it for the thrill. Is there at any point in our journey that we realized we probably should have taken the other road, but now we can't go back. If we tried, I'm pretty sure my chances of injury would be severe.

How do you know you will pick the right road? When will you know? Is it at our final destination we sit down to think. What if we regret? I don't want to regret, but then again I don't think anyone does.

Robert Frost states (for whatever reason/situation) he took the road less traveled and that made all the difference. Will the less traveled,less familiar path that I choose be my answer? My forever? Or my 'just for now'? I know Robert Frost isn't my spirit animal, hero, or someone I "hit up on the celli" when making daily decisions, but I guess it's truly all about gut feelings. 

I'm pretty sure I'm just awkwardly stuck at the fork because my damn bitch of a GPS has me confused as to which way I truly want to go. Help?

Tequila and Sunshine in the City

It's not what you think, and for that I'm sorry. I'm a grade A tease. If I was going to give you an all inclusive girls weekend in the city.....welllll lets just say it wouldn't make it past my own god damn hands. But, we can all dream right? At least thats what I think pinterest is for. Today, I wanted to introduce to you two really awesome ladies in land of blog. The cliche line here is that although bloggers are so different, you can really see the similarities between them just from chatting. Meet your new bait. And by bait I mean people to stalk on social media. Because I'm guilty of that when reading about someone on someone else's blog. A is Alexes from Lexe in the City and L is Liv from Tequila and Inkpens. Go wild. Read a little. Stalk a lot, and learn some. 

1. How do you like your cereal?

A: Crunchy, but I hate milk!!! So I add lots of peanut butter to it. 

L: I like my cereal with 2% milk, but still as dry/crunchy as possible. So I eat cheerios at lightning speed. Except for life cereal, which must be as soggy as possible. I just lost all my followers I'm so gross.

R: Ok, so this is a super personal question. Meaning, everyone ALWAYS judges my answer. I like ALL cereal super de duper soggy. Like, gross soggy. I let it sit there for like more than 5 minutes. I hate the times I eat cereal and its crunchy. Not for me. 

I mean, If I'm being picky I'd rather not eat cereal. Oops.

2. If you could be in any romantic movie, what would it be, who would you play, and why? 

A: Easy,  I love The Great Gatsby and The Notebook.  I would play Rachel McAdams so I could kiss Ryan and play Carrie Mulligan so I could also kiss Leo lol ... Don't tell my husband lol 

L: OH MY GOD. How can I pick just one!? I'm a true sucker for movies like The Notebook and The Lucky One, but I would want to be Hannah in Crazy, Stupid, Love because I'm obsessed lately and RYAN GOSLING IN THAT MOVIE HELLO. And Hannah got her shit together before focusing all her attention on a dude. Also it's just more realistic than Nicholas Sparks.

R:  I mean I'm a grandma and obsessed with Nights in Rodanthe so i totes wouldn't mind being the old people trapped in nowheresville Carolina and be forced to spend time with each other and obviously fall in love because if we didn't, it wouldn't be a love story. Probably a thriller/horror movie. Like think about the plot minus love, it would be quite frightening.

3. In your eyes, what is a post you will always feel good about publishing?

A: Post that are real, raw, and truthful. I pride my blog off giving my readers my good and my bad.

L: A post I will always feel good about publishing is my "Quarter Life Crisis" post because I will one day look back at it and fondly remember when I was a struggling 20-something. No but seriously, it really helps to have an outlet for those kinds of things, and what better way to find myself than through blogging??

R: I'm really happy I was able to share with blog land the time I went to Poland and visited concentration camps. I know a lot of bloggers aren't jewish or know minimal about the jewish religion so I think it was awesome to get fab feedback for something I care about so much.

4. Your dream job (besides full time blogger, obv) would be... 

A: A singer!!!! I came out of the womb singing lol. Music is what makes my world. It's speak to me and it's something that I can always count on. 

L: My dream job would be to review concerts for a living. I've literally ALWAYS wanted to do that.

R: If you've never read my about me page, which I will assume you haven't so I can write this...I would LOVE to work for Miss Universe Organization in their PR department. Dream come true. 

5. During the summer we can find you...?

A: Well last summer it was inside my office without a tan, but since we are moving back to California In two-ish month, you can find me at the beach surfing or hanging by the pool!

L: During the summer you can find me at every outdoor concert I can get my hands on a ticket for, at Kennywood, or sipping margaritas at my favorite bars with outdoor seating.

R: Either yelling at kids at a day camp, sitting with my boyfriend the fan and some netflix to relax, and even at the beach getting that lobster tan brewing ;) Also phillies games in terrible back sweat weather? IM SO THERE.

(c/o @alexes_lauren)

6.What is the best blogging tip you could ever give?

A: Be yourself. Always. And don't blog just to blog. 

L: Best blogging tip I could give is REACH OUT! It's so fun to connect with other bloggers and you never know what opportunities you'll find!

R: Make blog friends. You'll never regret it for a second.

Hey Stephen I've got 50 reasons why I should be the one you choose

You probably have heard of my pseudonym, Taylor Swift. Some refer to me as Tswizzy, Tay tay, or down right crazy bitch. At least that's what I hear my ex's call me. Heyyo. *snaps back into reality* Phew, I almost got so mesmerized by staring at all the posts of my exs on my celling as I sing You belong With Me into my broken hairbrush filled with a good knot or two.

So, I'm kidding about I'm really Tswift act. If I was taylor, the last thing I would be doing is blogging because quite frankly, i'd stick to instagram. DO YOU REALIZE HOW MANY LIKES SHE GETS?

Here I sit, another wednesday passes me by and I have about 0 and a half to blog about that might actually be relatable to you, thus another post of stupidity via Sunshiney Rach. I think this is a really lame attempt at what we americans call bribing or convincing? I don't think that should happen in dating but fingers crossed le certain someone isn't bored at work one day and stumbles across this pleading shenans. If thats even the right term. Without further adieu...50...or like x amount of reasons why I should be the one you choose.

I want you to be my valentine. As simple as that. What girl doesn't love to indulge in endless Roses and box o' chocolates? Yeah, EVERY GIRL. THATS WHO. I like all the cute picstiches of girls saying "they have THE BEST BOYFRIENDS EVER!!". Which statement makes no sense by the way. Don't get me started on this debate.

For starters I am having the best Kings of Leon and Vampire Weekend jam sesh today. So be proud. Oh, you say you don't like them you say? Well aren't I just the worlds worst date-ee. I should be fired. Or nexted. Does anyone remember that MTV show? Just me? Well if you 'next' me, I'm pretty sure you owe me billions.

I'm cultured in the sense that I like art museums, binge netflixing, and drinking a strawberry daiquiri. 

I am willing to take the money I normally spend on myself to buy things because I need a hardcore dose or five of retail therapy and instead spend it on YOU. Oh boy. I mean doesn't that just make you want to drop everything meet me in the pouring rain and paint me like one of those french models? and just pop the fun question right here and now? It's ok, I know how much you are dyyyyying for a nice new button down c/o J.Crew....

I also make a mean concoction. Like tell me how last night I couldn't find wine (thanks snowstorm, ya blow), so I decided to make do with what I had. Grape Juice and Vodka. I'm crafty. 

I like selfies. with you. Let's get that selfie game going.

I'm Jewish so that means I'm *almost* a perfect mother in the works. I'm sorry if I panic when you say you have a cold because although I can be independent other than anything besides good cooking, I'll be right over in five with some soup. and advil. and every other cough remedy in the world. I'll double text you (or triple) if I'm worrying about your location being safe or not (or wait...am I just clingy? Nahhh..). I may annoy you sometimes with my paranoid personality (already have, I know), but just think you would rather have someone who cares versus someone who only cares about getting drunk every 5 seconds. Right? If not....NEXTTTTTTT!! #Neurotic 

Take me I'll take YOU to baseball and basketball games. 

Do we have ourselves a deal?

You thought I was cray before this post? Psh, I'd run now. Kidding ;-)

I think I'll go to boston

I don't think you are a true 20 something if you don't go to boston and come back with nothing else to caption anything except the ultimate depressional tune brought to you by Augustana (who is kickbutt live, for the record).

I figured since today is filled with getting my life back into the real person groove (read: not cough up and sell a few lungs or two), I'll recap my boston trip....a week later. Thats normal right. But I mean, what do you care? You probably don't. Just reading blogs to make your monday go a little faster. And for that, I thank you for letting me bug you on a monday morning.

But think of my post as that picture book in the 3rd grade you were REALLY excited for your english teacher to show you because it had ONLY PICTURES. Well, if we're going to get technical a few words...but I mean what did it matter to you? You just looked for the awkwardly drawn things that were supposed to represent humans.

 Craziest and cutest of pups.

 Brown Cinnamon Sugar and Butter Crepe (c/o "Paris"): May or may not have wanted to take a picture of the whole place except sometimes I'm too awkward to just pull out my camera for a good ole panorama.

 Brandy Melville Store [Newbury St.]: I've learned this line isn't just featured in pac sun. It's a real store. SUPER cute too. My friends sister got THE cutest of plaid dresses that only a Constantine Prep (Gossip Girl Reference) Queen B could wear.  (and michelle.) 

 Qunicy Market: because who doesn't love food that you need to unbutton your pants a notch or two after eating?

 Mike's Pastry: So it was everything it was supposed to be and more. If you ever make it to Boston, hit 'em up. We went when the lines were luckily super short but once we sat down, they were almost out the door. If it was legal to bring these babies on carry on with me or have them on first flight to NJ, I would be 100% okay with picking them up in arrivals at the airport.

 Harvard: because, future husband.

 Have you ever heard of Starbucks?: It's this really great place I found in Harvard Square. They also still serve PSL's (we know I love them..it's what I got on the first date with Kiddycup!) You know I'm not crazy right....I've been to starbucks before. And of course I damn right documented it. I also really like my nail color. 

Thanks for exploring with me lady! There is no one else I'd rather have fall asleep on me at 1030PM than you.

Leaps of Faith (I never do deep posts...)

Thats how the cookie crumbles. But really, hey. how art thou. Have you ever caught yourself taking on too many projects at once? Like more things you can balance? Well if you can relate, just know we are probably about 10% similar. It's fine, I don't think I'd try to be me either.

I guess I am part of the percent that tries to get her feet wet in everything. Except mud, yea I don't think I enjoy that oozing between my toes. Ever since I was younger I've tried things that you are supposed to do. As baby sunshiney Rach, I took on sports, art classes, and camps. I was done with sports in the 8th grade, I took art classes until freshman year of college, and camp has been a whole life thing for me. Like sports and art classes (although I love art now - not sports), I eventually made my parents mad by wasting 300+ dollars and quitting. Why? Because there was always something better.

I've quit a lot of things. Why? Because I've taken on oh so much. But I think I like the thrill of waiting to see if I got something. Then I feel great about it, gloat and shit. The cloud 9 shenans. Then I usually complete the same process over and over again. There are few things that have been constant in my life. One being my high school youth group. And I think thats about the only thing I've stayed with from start to finish. Schools? I've transferred one too many times. Towns? Yep that too.

I usually take on more than I can handle, but I like the challenge. I complain about always being so busy, yet I'm the worst procrastinator. Meaning, I get everything done way before hand because otherwise I stress the whole entire period before it's supposed to be due/finished. It's a great yet annoying quality about me. 

Ok, I'm honestly the joker of serious posts since most of them embrace my less than perfect guy obsession. But speaking of that, because of all of my leaps of faith recently, I realized I truly don't need one. I have over a billion things going for me that don't include needing a boyfriend in the description/requirements/responsibilities.

I hate to be vague, because if you are a regular you understand how open I am about my life. I'm just sitting here hoping this will be going my way, although it's been a bumpy road, engine break downs, flat tires (no really), and all, I decided that a having a little bit of faith is all I really needed to get me going.

And to take me where I am supposed to be!

Blogaversary Giveaway!

I didn't promise you a puppy (because I'd take it before even considering figuring out how in the world I would ship it to you). Or a boyfriend (because clearly, I need one too..). However an amazing giveaway? I'd say that sounds pretty fair.

I also wanted to tell you weird facts about myself because I think all of us humans (I have aliens that read le blog ya know.....), love to talk about ourselves thinking people actually really create their whole day about learning about a rando they read on the interweb.

1. I've been told I have a strange vocabulary and are A+ in the making up words department. I had a phase where I would add "sauce" and "ski" to the end of words (i.e Lamesauce, Fabski). Kiddycup makes fun of me because I say "loon" and "icky". Yet I'm not a little blonde cute girl that you can pinch my cheeks as I tug on my mom's purse in the supermarket saying I want to go home. See, I'm really not 5.

2. Speaking of cheek bones, I think that is my best yet worse quality. I like them sometimes in some pictures. Yet the other times I find myself wanting to rip them off my face because I just look like a super polish teenager. I also don't have cheeks you and your grandma can squeeze. Blame the bones.

3. I've been wanting to write an about me post for months now, and now that I am writing it, I can't think of a single thing to tell you. So clearly, I need to come up with ways to remember these stupid facts. You'd think it would be easy. Since it's about me and all...

4. I want to live in a city when I'm older, but really who doesn't. It's where all the jobs and hot single 20 somethings hide out in. So obviously I am in. Hope I'm blogging still, going to be an interesting world/thing to blog about. 

5.I love movies about the White House. My date with the presidents daughter? First kid? Yep, my all-time favorite two. I also saw White House down, but I don't do scary stuff. So it was rated somewhere below 7 on my I like you movie scale.

6. The feeling of being organized is the shit. Although my floor looks like Hurricane Sandy never left Jersey, if you look at my agenda book I got it all figured out. 

7. I've moved a lot. And by moved I mean moved to three different towns all surrounding each other. Guess thats why I really can't stay in one place for so long...(i.e Universities)

8. I like being in a relationship. really, you say? Yea, I mean who doesn't is my true question. But I've always had a boyfriend. Like since dating was a thing. My first "crush" was second grade. My first official boyfriend (AIM type of relationship) was in the 4th grade. My first kiss was with my boyfriend in the 8th grade. I've had a boyfriend almost every year of my life since the 8th grade except my junior year of high school. I'm not what you're thinking. I just like the feeling of being able to spend endless amounts of money on a great person (at the time I thought that, at least) so I really don't hit up the local mall and spend endless amounts on pleather skirts I don't need. And probably won't end up wearing. It will stay in my closet for almost all of eternity. Sorry about it, too.

9. I don't have a certain style. One day I love looking really really preppy. But the day after that? I mean I could be found wearing a punk band I really don't know who they are except I liked the design on the shirt and it was four dollars. Looking back, I'm thankful that I went through my emo phase (no, pictures are not necessary) in middle school because it made me very diverse. Don't worry though -- my mom never let me get those weird haircuts or put bows in my hair constantly. I did, however, have bright pink pants courtesy of Hot Topic.

This is the best you're gonna get from me. Email for more blackmail, if interested. They areeeeee pretty hilarious. Also, these pictures are on my comp card (when I was with a talent agency *hair flip* for a whole matter of like a day) 

10. My initials monogram means the world to me. I spent the past year loving on monogram everything and I really was never quite sure why I loveeeeeeeed showing off the good ole "rGd" on everything and anything. Even my car. Sadly, this past september I figured it out. My grandmother has the same initials as me, and had sadly passed. I always admired her art and her passion for life, even at an old age. Rock on, RDG. So if you want to get me monogram anything, I won't hesitate for a millisecond. 

Now the good stuff. I present to you, my lovechild's greatest creation (exaggeration here):

a Rafflecopter giveaway

If you like blog shit, because, you are clearly a blogger, hit up this giveaway.

+This giveaway will run for one week, ending on January 22nd. 

+Must live in US/Canada to enter.

I'm 1 today!

...says Sunshine and Sinatra (read: Originally DwnInLndn...trust me I don't even know what that means either)! I jumped into blogging with a preppy college theme in my noggin (barf, so cliche) yet I turned out with a totally different one. I'd say one exploiting my dumb online dating decisions.

So I didn't bake a cake, get a photo shoot with a '1' balloon (because I'm lazy, to be honest), but here I am writing this post. It counts for something I promise. 

A year ago I did not sit down in front of my computer to think about all the great opportunities that blogging would bring to me. You know the friendships, the networking, the likes on social media (being honest is good, right?). 

Jan 2013-Jan 2014: Who needs a boyfriend when you can play with puppies?: A memoir.

I also started with a weird name, a boyfriend by my side aaaand blonde hair. Ok Rachel. I told everyone (read: my one reader, if any, at the time) that the blog would be far from perfect, but totes me. And that it is.

If you are a new follower (new meaning haven't been following since day one) then here's what you missed. Thanks to the really awesome free app Moxtra I was able to put together a slideshow ON MY PHONE (it was a quick and simple process) and share it with you! It's def something great to use for group projects (maybe I'll recommend it in the future) or even to share #ootds and future blog ideas with blog friends! You can even view the pictures I put together in the video on an online folder here. And listen to how scary my voice sounds when I awkwardly record things. 

view slideshow here!

Top 5 favorite things I did in the past year:

1. I met Miss USA (dream come true)

2. Met my first blog friend, Lauren @ Pretty Lights In the Sky

3. I worked for McDonalds on a Segway

4. Found my soul sister (and got to real life meet up with her) Hi Rach!

5. Launched my single girl swag rocket

Top 5 blog posts that you should probably read or else I'll be really upset so do it:

1. The simple things that make me the happiest

2. The best first date I've ever had (thus creating a KiddyCup)

3. What I learned from a breakup

4. I made a really cool monogram bag (DIY, obv)

5. Letter to my future boyfriend because I want him now

Yep. You heard me. Giveaway tomorrow. Be here or be square. 

Happy birthday to my love child, Sunshine and Sinatra. Thanks for changing my life in the best way possible.

You're the cutest. 

Opinions are my own however, I did receive some sort of compensation for this post c/o Moxtra

"Oh you have friends you met on the internet?....."

Once you start a blog, you never really think about how much your life will change.

Do you remember the year before you started blogging and sat down and thought "Picture of my hand on a starbucks cup? Insta it? Yes. I will get SO many likes." I mean, I didn't until I got into the blog world...

Or what about when you go to visit a friend out of state and it just so happens two of your favorite bloggers live there and are willing to drive AN HOUR at night just to meet you? "You're kidding me, right?" Said my year ago self.

I'm not only so freaking thrilled that I love that people want to know about my life, but the fact that I've made best friends from the damn internet. It's a crazy crazy thought. And also most people who I tell I have internet friends to just think I'mmmmmm crazy crazy.

Why blog friends are THE best friends:

They know you pretty much inside and out. They read about your every emotion, live vicariously through your first date with a new guy, and even are by your side (virtually, obv) when you need a shoulder to lean on. They not only flood your post you were iffy about but your phone inbox goes haywire to the point you wouldn't mind throwing it on the floor. Except you wouldn't because your friends are encouraging the shit out of you for doing you.

I text my blog friends more than I text my real life friends. It's true.

Great social media buds. I mean, let's be real. Favorite one anothers tweets/instagrams/and even send great drunk snaps to each other. #LetsBeReal. I know you do it.

Long lasting friendships. Why? Because all bullshit aside, they like you for who you really are. Ya know since you post deep shit on your blog (sometimes). Stuff that you just wouldn't always go ahead first instinct and blurt out to your friends. You also rarely see each other (or never have met before) so it's much easier to get along. And then once you do meet it's the WEIRDEST feeling ever because you could have sworn you've met before. Since you're talking as if you've been best friends since diapers. Heck, Rachael even told me I'd be in her wedding.....Oh drunk decisions of hers....

They support your fuck ups to your great accomplishments. Heartbreak to giveaway (hint hint this week hint hint)....they are more helpful than I could ever ask for.

They make double dating SO exciting. Remember when I met my first bloggie friend, Lauren and we decided to drag along our beaus. We told them we were meeting an internet friend and I don't think either of them were too safely reassured by us crazy ladies who were emailing back and forth. Even though ex-ypoo is a joke, I still look back on those two days as some great ones. I met one of my best friends and support systems, duh. Also, the cutest AND SWEETEST couple ever. Hi Zach!

They make long distance worth it. #Lesbihonest.

They just get it. They too once had the idea to word vomit their lives away on the internet, and look where it brought them. To you. Le duh. *Collective Awwwww here*

So here's to my blog friends, who have been with me from either day one to just a few weeks ago. I love all of your crazy texts, snapchats, and tweets, and I don't think I could be anymore thankful to have you all in my life.

And to those who want to be my real life blog friend, you know where to find me :-)

The Beauty of Strangers

You see, here on le blog, its rarer than steak that I get senti up in this joint.

I've always dreamed of the day to have this weird feeling. Ok, it's really not what you think. I didn't finally get a boyfriend or engaged....since being engaged requires having a boyfriend. I met someone on a plane. Usually when I fly alone, I always am stuck next to the smelly beef jerky type of business dudes...or people that just really aren't fun.

Back in the good ole '04 (circa, at least...) when AIM profiles were a thing, I was the girl sitting behind my screen envying the people who made stupid inside jokes with friends they met on vacations and couldn't wait to come home to upload their dumb quotes. Chances are, the friends they made wouldn't even see it. Does anyone else see that thrown of lies? I also watched my mom have the ability to pull a rico suavè and start up a conversation with anyone.

On my flight home from Boston, I was waiting for the sacred 4th zone to be called to board. You know the zone filled with single 20 somethings, randoms, and also your smelly beef jerky dudes. It's also the zone thats like, the cheapest because who the eff wants to voluntarily sit in the back? Right...me neither. So like I was saying, I was looking at this girl (judging her, oops) and listened to her say words along the lines of "SPRING BREAK...OMG HAVE FUN", so I judged her because I think I'm too mature for my own good. Right wrong. 

Betch hit me with her big ass vera bradley. Not cool. I shook it off, kept walking. Sat down at my seat, pulled up instagram to see how many likes I received, and of course, I saw what I thought would be my worst nightmare saying "Sorry, I'm sitting next to you". 

I wanted to make conversation. I've always wanted a plane friend. (I'm weird, I get it...) After watching her awkwardly avoid me and study her 'Organic Chem For Dummies', I finally decided to let my awkwardness surround her. Sorry not sorry. It ended up, she was a freshman in college, at a college my friends go to. We talked about how much college professors suck, to how my life is a crazy mess. She probably judged.

But the greatest part? I was able to spill my entire life to a stranger (in about an hour..oops) and the crazy yet beautiful part is that I'll never see her again. Yet, now she has a story to tell during sorority recruitment, during the next time she's about to get a boyfriend, and probably when she and her friends are gossiping about strange things they've encountered when slapping down a good ole J in Kings (Never have I ever, obv).

Maybe this makes no sense, but it's the stupidest thing ever on my bucket list and I'm happy I achieved it. The little damn things in life make you basically the most sentimental. Now give me a hug, I'm basically a build a bear filled with emotion.  Don't squeeze me though. 

Can't Eat, Can't Sleep, You rock my world type stuff

Hoping on the dear future boyfriend train because it's still 'boyfriend season' and I'm still 'single as a pringle'.  As far as I've learned, I know that boyfriend seasons doesn't end until spring thaw. So basically....crap, I have not too much way too much time to try to find the one that makes my heart sing and get all those butterfly feelings that the Olsen twins spoke of at the mere age of fetus and a half.

Dear future boyfriend,

Congratulations and welcome to Girlfriend University! We have lot's of great features that make us stand out from the others. Well hey there. I'm pretty sure at this point you get my odd sense of humor and think it's great that I find my jokes (that aren't funny to anyone else) pretty g-d damn hilarious. I will probably also acknowledge this or other not-funny-funny-things later on down the road. Like one night when were in the car on the way to dinner or to do domestic things (because I think that weird shit is fun), I will probably think of this and randomly start giggling for all of eternity.

I hope you are fine with being old people 7/10 times. Although I look probably half your age (don't worry, I'm not), I'm fine with staying in and getting drunk. That's what all the cool hip people do these days though, right? I mean obviously I'm down to merp anytime, anywhere, but chances are I'm more about cuddling and flipping through netflix and until we decide to really not watch anything or else just go back to the news channel.

Alright sorry sorry, I am not THAT boring. Thanks to growing up with a little brother, I like video games, sometimes. But I guess at this point in life, we all like competition so it's up to you if you want to let me win sometimes or not. But it's okay after the two month mark, I give you all permission to try to kick my butt in Mario Kart.

Speaking of things guys like that (some weird) girls don't...I like sports. Let me clarify: I love going to baseball games because warmer weather [and cuter pictures, duh!], basketball games are super fun because I understand it and as far as hockey or football? I mean, if you like it I'm all for it. I just might bother you a few times too many because I don't get what a first and ten truly means. I'm down for cheap beer though, thanks.

Also you wouldn't have made it to boyfriend material if you didn't support all my crazy decisions. Whether encouraging my singing of taylor swift/rap songs, because they just make you down right smile to what to blog about for the upcoming weeks. You have to believe in me, like I believe in you! I don't expect some Dear John, The Notebook, or Nights in Rodanthe (points if you know what these movies are about/seen them), type lifestyle aka why they belong in movies, but as long as you enjoy adventurous things sometimes, then buckle up and lets get moving.

See, I'm fun!!!!!

I'm awkward sometimes (but you know that by now). I enjoy chocolate covered gummy bears, Frank Sinatra (le hardcore duh if you end up reading this), zinfandel, spooning, retail therapy (lots of it), taking cute pictures together, sprinkles, anything that will make me happy, and of course, you. I enjoy you a lot. Heck, I enjoy you so much I probably want to spend too much time with you, so sorry about that one. I only hope you feel the same.

I hope you dress nicely. Because that is probably what attracted me to you in the first place...besides facial hair and how easy it is for you to make me smile. If you don't dress nicely, houston we have some problems and that it something I would love to help out with.

Chances are it will take some begging and a half to get me to watch horror/action movies with you. I'm all about those rom-coms and just flat out romantic things that puke I WANT MY LIFE TO BE A FAIRYTALE, too.

Finally, you better be down for having room for activities. Nah, not talking about needing space in your place to build a fort (WHICH I WOULD FREAKING LOVE), but I mean to do things. On the days I am feeling anti-netflix (not as rare as you think...) I love days of doing simple yet grand things such as art museum, going to the city, even spending an afternoon in a random place (i.e bookstore). I like artsy things, I hope you get that. Also in your contract, I think I stated you must be able to take pictures of me for my corner of the internet? Brunching is always a great idea, just saying.

At the end of the day, as long as you enjoy being with me like Drake does (sweatpants, hair tied, chilling with no makeup on), then I think we have a deal.

I'll be seeing you. (Vomcity cliché movie reference)

Hugs and kisses and all that mushy shit,
Ya baby girl
Rachel


P.S I'm Boston bound today!

I've always wanted to be called 'Four Eyes'....

Everything seems a bit blurry in the picture above, right? Rub your eyes. Still didn't change? Crap. Maybe you need glasses. It's fine though, I'll wait right here. Ya know blog a little bit while you go visit www.glassesusa.com.  When I was younger, I would always go through phases. Ya know the I want bangs/the new bratz doll/and even glasses. I told my mom a few times my eye site would randomly get bad. I would go to the doctors and they would tell us that everything was juuuust fine and no prescription glasses were needed. Darn-nabbit, as us fourth graders would say. Since I don't think I was supposed to curse then...

When I was in the fourth grade, my younger cousin had fake glasses. From Claire's. I stole them from her, and I still don't think she knows. I wore them to school, although the said eyeglasses shape was not flattering to my chubster face. People looked at me strange since I never mentioned I needed glasses, I just showed up to school one day with them. And you know them fourth graders, opening their big mouths about everything.

Now its 2013 2014 *shit*. Here I am still using fake eye glasses. Sorry I just want to be like 64% of the American population. I know most or probably all of you groan (or bawl your eyes out) at the thought of hearing someone's crunch as they step on your glasses. Or it's just time for new ones, but you know. I think I, yes I, have a solution to (some) of your problems. But not your stomach issues after eating pizza. Or the other weird itch going on in your head. A doctor should definitely help you out with that one.

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Wondering how I found the pair for me even though it was all online? The virtual mirror, le duh!
All you have to do is upload a picture, usually a face front closer picture works best, and then you can try them on and "see how they look". This is how I was able to figure which I wanted. Not only was it easy to order, but I had so much fun trying them on. You can do it from the comfort of my own blog!

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I'm still waiting.

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"All I see is colors..."

To know me, you must know that I love love love pageants. I am that person that cries when their favorite person gets into top 5, that makes everyone watching with them shut up and announce they can only talk during commercials, and watching pageants live give me as much of a rush as competing in them. In addition to watching and loving pageants like a crazy pageant mom, I follow titleholders like it's my damn job.

You know how you can't mess or argue with men about how much they love said football team? Well, that's like me with pageants.

Also like everyone on planet earth, we love our music. Not only do I mean the music we can blast when we are hysterical in the car and be dramatic like in a movie, but I'm talking about the music you can go "buck wild" to in the club with your ladies by your side. I SEE THAT SMILE YOU HAVE ON. You know what I'm talking about. When we can't find you in the club? We can find you blasting feel good music while getting ready, or sitting next to your car in traffic as you pound on the steering wheel for a good beat to follow with the music.

So pageants+music? What am I trying to get at?
Well one of my idols, Savannah Lynx, was a pageant princess (Miss New Jersey Teen USA 2011), turned fierce NYC musician stylista. I wanted to give a hugeeee shout out to Savannah for letting me interview her because this is what I hope to do (a bit) in the future for Miss Universe Organization contestants and programs.

Although we both look younger than we do now, she is still flawless. Obv.

SLynx is the trendiest cat in the litter box. She's always LOVED singing since a young age and is beyond thankful that she grew up in jersey (just a small ways away from the greatest city ever, NYC). Along side her mom, they took on the city streets to see weekly broadway shows. She appreciates her experience as Miss New Jersey Teen USA that has lead her to her future (and Trauma2 Records)!

Is there anything you can tell us about your single 'Colors'?

For me, a good song is more than just a catchy tune.  I think “Colors” is the perfect break out single for me not only because it’s totally fun to dance to, but it describes that beautiful experience lots of people search for in life.  So many people go about their lives going through the motions- but it takes a special someone to come along and open their eyes to the amazing opportunities around them so that they can see the beauty in themselves and in life.  I feel incredibly blessed to have lived a very vibrant life so far, and hopefully can help bring color to other people’s lives with my music. 

Savannah is able to bring color with her, wherever she goes. She explained that her friends are always laughing at her because she will bring packets of wasabi (+ Tabasco), wherever she goes. Savannah says, "Spicy things just hurt so good I can't get enough!" Speaking of spice, Savannah is practically the female Andrew Zimmer, obviously more attractive! She's been to 56 different countries and loves trying different foods. (i.e Ostrich egg soup, alligator, etc.) All I have to say is, literally WHAT.

I know that you are SUCH a fan of the city life and glamour. What inspires your wardrobe?

Living in NYC is like drowning in a pool of 6’ foot tall, stick skinny models who wear all black, super edgy clothes.  

While they look amazing rocking that kind of look, I’m personally not as concerned with what “everybody’s wearing,” but more about what makes me feel sexy and confident.  I try to stick with pieces that are luxurious, sexy, and surprising.  Anything that’s backless or has sheer panels is a must for me, and most of my basics are white, black, creams, and pale pinks so that I can easily mix and match.  I think there’s nothing better than a take on a basic item that has unique accents or a different element that turns heads!  (Also bonus points if it has any cat references!) Meowwww. 

SLynx is inspired by classic rock (Beatles/Rolling Stones/etc). Yes, she is a pop artist but "the heart and artistry of these legends have influenced her to constantly push myself to dig deeper and give more". Miss. Fierce over here says, "As I continue to write, I always strive to make my songs memorable and meaningful both musically and lyrically."

If you are ever in NYC, this is what she suggests:

Being the carbaholic that I am, there about a million hole-in-the-wall restaurants that have the perfect combination of great food and awesome atmosphere.  For more low key dinners, Room Service in Hell’s Kitchen is my go-to favorite, while I like STK, The Standard Grill, and Beauty and Essex for when I’m feeling fancy-schmancy.  Not to be so obvious, but shopping is one of my favorite things to do in New York.   Bergdorf Goodman’s is practically heaven (but the insane prices are more like hell) so I try to find little boutiques that sell one of a kind pieces.  

What are your music plans/goals for the future?

The last few months have brought so many exciting developments- I filmed the music video for my single “Colors,” launched my website www.savannahlynx.com, started working on choreography for live performances, and released my single on itunes and Amazon.  The next few months are sure to be CRAZY, too!  Getting to do live shows, radio play, launching Savannah Lynx merchandise, and the release of my music video are fueling me to make every day count!  There is so much I still want to accomplish- and big picture, I just want to be doing what I’m most passionate about on a daily basis. 

Fun Facts about SLynx:

+Can say Alphabet Backwards, loves to horseback ride, and a sharp shooter (owns a 20 gauge beretta). Don't mess with this feline.  Make sure to check out her new single below!

Find SLynx Music on: twitter | facebook | instagram |website 

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All photos taken from SLynx Facebook/instagram/twitter/website. All answers are her own. All opinions are my own. I was not compensated for this post.