rGd loves #TheSelfie (A giveaway)

Hey you. Because I'm comparable to the most interesting male in the world, here's what you might want to know about me...

+My style is preppy meets hipster (ya know, things you see on tumblr now a days...)

+Pizza lunchables are my absolute favorite thing in the world (#winning)

+Beyonce is pretty cool and I think her and I would have a great time cruising the west coast in a top down pink convertible

+I am a sucker for monogram anything. You name it, I probably have it monogrammed. Car decal, hat, clothing (x5), and jewelry out the wazoo.

Selfies are a must because sometimes having professional pictures is overrated. Mmmmkay?

The work behind Cardinal Gift Etsy shop is incredible. All the pieces are acrylic yet half of them (like this one), you really can't even tell. Unless you're crazy and inspect it under a microscope. I love pairing my Tortoise shell monogram necklace with higher necklines (I got the 16" one!) and think it's absolutely perfect. I've gotten compliments left and right, and I obviously couldn't have done it without the man the myth the legend behind Cardinal Gift. Like any other etsy shop, it was reliable, great customer service, and got exactly what I had hoped for. 

Thanks to the hard work and awesome partnership I created with Cardinal Gift Etsy shop, we're able to present to you....your own tortoise shell monogram necklace with gold chain. Fo free. Even if you don't win, you are eligible for a discount (since you rock and read Sunshine and Sinatra)! 
Make sure to type in the promo code 'SUNSHINEANDSINATRA'!!!

I'll let you soak that in for a minute. Yes, it's free. And all you have to do to be in a drawing to win is follow the steps below.  You must complete all entries with information asked of you. You have one week to enter, so get 'er done. Win for yourself, your gal pal who is monogram obsessed (send her my way), your mom, or even the special someone in your life with a really great monogram. I have the exact same monogram as my grandma, who recently just passed, so wearing my monogram daily is a reminder that she is always with me.

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I was compensated for this post c/o Cardinal Gift Etsy. However, all opinions are 100% my own

Haunted Divine Lorraine?

Bare with me for a moment when I become conceited for about .2 seconds. I definitely think I have an eye for art. Granted, I am FULLY aware that there are people who have a sharper eye than I do (weird, cause I don't need glasses ya know?!). My favorite part about art is that theres really no right way to do it. Art to me, could be junk and shit to you.

Like I've mentioned in about one hundred and seven of my posts, I love being in the city. So much loving that if marrying the city of Philadelphia was a thing, I think I'd do it. Maybe I'll just stick to attempting to be mayor or something. Seriously Philly has not been called 'Filthadelphia' for no reason.

So history lesson! Whenever I leave Temple University, I always pass the "Divine Lorraine Hotel" also known as the abandoned building that I don't understand why because despite the graffiti (which I don't understand, either, obviously...OR HOW THEY DO THAT) I love the style of it. After my really good mood morning drive on Thursday, and a good ole post on my instagram, I couldn't resist wanting to learn more about it.  #Broadstreet 

Next, nerdy me started to creep on it via google images. I learned that it was one of the first hotels (originally appartments in industrial 1800's) in the early 1940's to integrate any race and religion at a hotel, as well as not allowing cursing, smoking, OR eating in your own room. (Originally it was an all-white hotel.) They had a central kitchen/dining area for that! All about that modesty, considering men and women couldn't even sleep on the same floors. A reverend at the time took over the hotel, and turned the top floor into an auditorium where he held services. 

Now? It's just an abandoned building. But I'm COMPLETELY dying to go in there and see what its like. Who's with me adventures? No, seriously. I'm looking at you Cat or Monica. Or literally anyone who lives near (far works too!!!)

Before/After

All images found on google images.

Two Chainz ain't got nothin' on us...

I was at my sister's just this past weekend and picked up the chunkiest of necklaces. I wrapped it around my neck and basically laughed because it was comparable to a 5 pound weight tied around my neck. They clearly don't call Two Chainz that for nothin'. I got home and decided I need to figure out where I could obtain a two pound necklace. The answer? Chloe and Isabel.

When browsing C&I, I learned that each merchandizer has the chance to make their own money from what they sell, which I absolutely love, considering I'm on the verge of #starvingartist/college student myself. The more effort and promotion they put into their sales, they obtain great networking skills as well as money to help expand their future rendezvous. 

If you've seen my style, I'm too too simple of a person. I enjoy the dainty rings/bracelets and ever so noticeable necklaces. I think I own all of one chunky necklaces, but I've really been on the hunt for more! This spring, I'm oddly interested in changing my look from everyday prep to find me on tumblr I'm a hipster. I'm daring to try new looks, #ArmCandy and all.

The chosen one? This bad boy. Seascape statement collar necklace. Is on my must have list, since I'm all about those under the sea pastels, here's what I would pair it with:

Top: Madewell | Pants: J.Crew | Necklace: Chloe and Isabel | Sandals: Nordstrom

Chloe and Isabel not only has the cutest of jewelry, but they help a girlfriend out. And like wine, we like helping our gal pals. So what do ya say? Pop on over.

Chloe and Isabel is the new NY Times [It's cool, I won't tell], so browse a bit and let me know when you find something you like!


I was compensated for this post in the form of an item and/or a payment, however all opinions are my own!

Nothing lasts forever (except wine)

Nothing like starting the new week by going ape shit and ranting.

The thing I don't get about my generation is that we are so focused on words, and not the meanings behind them. We see our friends say "wow best boyfriend ever [insert flower and chocolate pictures here...vom]" as well as a nice "baby, I love you forever and ever. Always my number one" bullshit.

At this point, being the age I am (Maybe I'm just too cynical as well), nothing lasts forever. I'd say a mere 2% of things at my age would last forever. Those being: wine, and pizza lunchables. I also may or may not be writing this post out of anger, but really besides the point.

The love interest? Sure, he's great to look at and MAYBE holds the title of "man in the street but a freak in the bed" (thanks for that great line, usha-baby), but is he really going to be there 2 years, even 1 year from now? Don't be wasting your precious time on the duder who keeps playing 3rd grade games with your noggin. My advice is ditch the dud and focus on you. If you're reading this, you are a blogger (probably.....). If you are a single blogger who is as cynical and sad/angry at the world (AT THIS MOMENT), then just remember that you are here not wasting your time on the losers, waiting for the right one, and in the mean time? Grab a drink, go on tinder (NO, DONT DO IT), and get into doing the things that make your heart skip a beat and make you feel so very proud of yourself that you could potentially get a new girl scout badge on your little vest.

If you are looking for a sign to change your life for the better, THIS IS IT.
Kidding, I don't have my life together more than you so just keep doing you.
And remember to love the little things in life. At the end, they are much more important than the things you cloud/stress your head with.

The best friend from high school? Sure the chances of her being by your side taking your last tequila shots before being wifed-up-Wonda is muccccch higher than her freaking out on you prom weekend and telling you she hopes you get pregnant. You're saying this only happened to me? Right on!!!!! We I learned after graduation that everyone is eager to start new things in their lives and clean slate that shit. I, of course, like anyone, had shit I wanted to leave in the past, too.

Alright, I'll wait while you go grab your hidden gems of "emo" playlists, zebra red print hot topic pants and Cute Is What We Aim For top. Ya ready? Life doesn't last forever either, homie. Roll with the punches and get a copious amount of sleep each night. Sleep is gods way of saying hey girl, you partied your butt off this weekend (strained a muscle or two) but hey let me tell you to go to sleep so I can figure out how (un)successful tomorrow will be, deuces. I imagine my god sort of like Drake so....

Also, FYI: school eventually does end. Three cheers for optimism!!!!

For now? I'll stick to blogging, Yoncé blasting with the windows down, and the longing (aka countdown) for summer blackouts tailgates/concerts.

I don't know about you but this is my vow. A vow to get the eff over losers and focus on all the things that are important to me and my future. Gym anyone?!


Thanks for listening, diary. Knew I could count on you. 
-Sunshiney Rach

B*tch, I don't know your life...YOU CAN'T SIT WITH US.

If you're here, it's either because some tempting tweet directed you to this post, or you are a reg around here. If you are a regular, congrats. I think we all love gloating about ourselves thinking this will inspire you to want to be our new bff or just because well, we know ourselves better than anyone so why not chat about something we know like the back of our hand! Also, have you met Allison yet? Here's your chance!

1. Do you have any siblings?

A: Yes, I have two younger sisters :)

R: Yes! Younger brother and a rockstar of an older sister. She blog/designs over at The Atelier!

2. Why blogging? Why not like, rollerblading club?

A: Well for one, rollerblading is hard work. I used to all the time when I was younger. Tried it recently and could barely go down the street. Way too hard. I'd always wanted to try blogging. Being a marketing major in college and having just recently graduated I had no job and nothing to do. What better way to showcase my skills than by starting a blog? Plus my family likes to keep up with my life and I've been told I'm a pretty good writer (not to brag or anything)

R: Not sure why I said rollerblading club, maybe just because I've always thought how cool it is to rollerblade. I wanted to around campus and my friends judged on, so no go with that plan OR the creation of a club. I blog because I like to write and I can do it in bed.

3. Favorite movie quote/lyric and why:

A:Wow this is a hard one. Most of my favorite movie quotes are so so random and nobody would get it. Umm..."Bitch I don't know your life!" -Baby Mama.....aka I could quote the whole movie.

R: Anything mean girls. YOU CAN'T SIT WITH US. Best movie to quote ever. And I do it quite often, even on my instagrams.

4. My favorite holiday to celebrate is....

A: My favorite holiday to celebrate is Christmas! It's the MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR! Everyone is generally nicer and it's cold outside and everything is just great (plus presents) 

R: My birthday. Please find me someone who doesn't love all the notifications/loving and exposure of really ugly pictures of themselves. Also, presents.

Snapchat selfies during blate with Lauren (we sort of celebrated my birthday...so it counts!)

5. Favorite Place to visit:

A: My favorite place to visit is Pittsburgh. J and I have made it an annual thing (two years and counting) to go see a Steelers Game. The past two years we saved up cans and spare change to pay for everything once there! It even snowed last time we went which was super exciting for this southern girl!

R: Israel. Prettiest place on earth. 'Nuff said.





6. Your favorite family tradition

A: My fave family tradition would have to be family vacations. I know I'm probably getting too old for these things, but every time we get together it's bound to be loads of fun, aggravation, and good stories for later. 

R: Def agreeing with Allison on this one! I LOVE going on family vacation (although I keep getting older), it's always the best of time together because were usually relaxed (most times...sorry dad) and we can just joke around. Almost all of our "family insiders" (you have those too, right?) come from vacations. We go to florida at least once every year, and it's always bound to be fun. Except when you and your brother both get the stomach virus on thanksgiving.......

7. Sum up what you've learned/gained from blogging in 5 words:

A: Better writing skills/new friends
R: Go on dates that suck (SoICanBlogAboutIt!!!!)

Make sure to say pop over and stalk chat away with Allison!

Not a fashion blogger (PART 2)

Here's the second edition of Sunshiney Rach: Not a fashion blogger. Truly the only things preventing me from being A+ at that job is the following: a boyfriend (friend, even) to constantly take my picture, being stuck with a crappy camera and a self timer, LIVING IN A WARM PLACE (because too much snow on the ground to want to go out to take pictures in).  Basically, what I'm saying is I need a boyfriend, stat. Ok maybe not, I enjoy not having to rely on others for my happiness.

With that being said, I'm CRAVING spring. Like seriously craving. I also want to inform you I broke up with Mr. Groundhog so that's probably why you can figure we had a bunch more weeks of snow. I know I know, send your hate mail right this way:

Sunshiney Rach
20 degree lane
snowy, NJ.

For all you stalkers, you know where to find me.  So with the help of my awesome camera I got for hannukah freshman year of high school(?, seriously gd bless this baby), I took some awesome (or not so awesome) shots with my AMAZING watch c/o Arvowear.

I got this little valentine because of a twitter contest, that Arvo occasionally does! Actually, I first found out about Arvo through a giveaway on a fashion blog and once I saw Mr. Time Sawyer...well...you know what they say....be still, my heart. The sad part is, I thought Demi Lovato came up with that phrase for the song I always jam to in my car rides to and fro (NEON LIGHTS!!!!)

LIKE NEON LIIIIIGHTS....Ok. sorry. It's now stuck in my head. Demi 2, Rachel 0. Clearly we can tell I'm not a fashion model because of the carpet to wall ratio in the background of the left photo. And on the right? Well I tried showing off my watch so it was like a "yo-ho" type of pose.

And fashion bloggers do this type of shenans, so here it goes:
Shirt: Tj Maxx
Pants: Forever 21 (Last spring)
Sandals: DSW
Watch: Arvowear (le duh).

All in all, let's put our PJ's on right, keep the spoons in the kitchen, and don't do a weird dance that you think mother nature will approve of. Trust me, she's laughing at you, too.

So mother nature tell me what it's going to be take your pick. Let one of us go: me or him the terrible snow? PICK HIM. I'M TOO PRETTY TO GO.

XO,
Sunshiney Rach the not-so-fashion-blogger
Ya fave girl

Being a blogger means gifts!

I guess part of being a blogger is flaunting some kickass gifts you receive. Like they say, sharing is caring. Meeting Krista who blogs over at Classy & Sassy Mrs. was nothing short of fabulous! Through carabox, we discovered we lived in the same state as well as how I went to the school she graduated from AND she was in the same sorority as my roomie from last year! Too cool.

Like anyone, they figure the first thing about me is my weird obsession with pageants. So what did this wonderful lady do? Get me a ticket to Miss America! 1967, to be exact. Time traveling shit, No biggie.

(Excuse my backwards hat. I was feeling pretty yolo-ish...) I really can't wait to frame it!

Clearly, all good things. I've used my mason jar sippy about one hundred and three times already. It even has a handle. The little things in life. Also super shout out to her because that chocolate chip cookie maker? Can't wait to save that for a rainy pms-y day. Ja feels? Thank you for being an AWESOME partner, Krista!!!!!


Also, since I was forever alone on valentines day, the Vday swap box was perf because I did get it on valentines day. So I felt like I had a valentine for about 5 minutes (while opening the package). I got matched up with Danae which was nothing short of fuhreeking awesome. She is probably one of my favorite bloggers just because of how real her personality is, and you can complete get that off of just reading her blog. Shout out to her because she made me feel not so #foreveralone.

I mean please tell me one thing better than Ryan Goslings face? (Hmph, is that an idea for a post I see?!) Also, she got me a chocolate boyfriend which is pretty wonderful considering I can eat him and not hear him speak. And he's made of chocolate so I don't think I am complaining about him one bit. He also can't disagree with what I have to say or what TV show I want to watch. Looking for a matchmaker? Clearly Danae is our girl.

"In a relationship with glasses"

Have you seen these bad boys? I mean, I made them as big as possible so you can see these beauts c/o Warby Parker. Who needs a boyfriend when you can spend your money on some hot specs. Really. If you've seen my not-so-fashion-fashion-posts then you'd know my style is equivalent to a typical city-goer: ALL BLACK EVERYTHING. Granted it's the greatest color on every living creature so it makes sense that my closet is only filled with it. 
(Can't forget about the striped [navy] shirts, too!)

Hold up. So I was told that WP lets you snuggle with potential matches for FIVE days before parting your ways like a melodramatic Sparks' movie? YES. *It truly is better than any dating site matches*

Since spring is on the way (when I say holla, you say back), I figured it's time for me to whip out the "colorful" things that have been shoved to the back of my closet and/or drawers. I'm not one for obnoxious colors, but when it comes in small sizes [and cute packages], I am so down. Quimby, the glasses above that I am ever so swooning over, comes in Absinthe, too! I love a good deep green to keep me happy (i.e money, too!).

BOOM. Behold the glory. Aren't you just totally willing to change your Facebook status now to "In a relationship with a great pair of glasses from Warby Parker"? It's fine, I really wouldn't judge because I'd be likely to do the same. I love how these glasses instantly gave me the exact type of outfit I would want to wear with them. So *coughs*, it's going down (I'm yelling timber!...get it, cause a tree is green...?)
Jeans [Madewell], Tank [Forever21], Coat [Forever 21], Sandals [J.Crew].
I'm honestly the biggest fan of larger and in charge coats that are bigger than I am, even though I'm beyond tiny.

Now you understand my love for the #Spring2014 collection (they obvi also have regular glasses like the Kimball), meet the limited edition gang! They are quite friendly, artsy, and outdoorsy so make sure to show them some lovin, too! Ya know since it's spring and we can't wait to pull out our plaid flannel blankets and chill under a tree at the local park jamming to some Norah Jones and Sinatra.

Only me? Shit..

I'm pretty sure if Audrey Hepburn was alive today, she'd be rocking them Wheelers. The trendy/hipster Audrey, of course. I wish I actually needed glasses because I'd be buying the Preston; super wayfarer-esq. If you are actually the hipster artsy instagrammer #notmainstream like you say, then you'd be happy to know that no two pairs are alike.

Marcell glasses? Anyone want to punch me in the face and maybe try to disrupt my normal eye site so I can rock these? Anything with tortoise shell is a friend of mine. 
I JUST WANT TO BE REALLY HIP OKAY?

So someone buy me a pair, we can work out a compromise.

Make today a great one, lovelys [aka buying glasses from Warby Parker (for you or your beau) because every pair they sell they give a pair to someone in need. Did that guilt you as much as those really sad commercials with Sarah McLachlans depressing voice? Good.]

I was not compensated for this post. All opinions are my own.
All images c/o Warby Parker

Did you tell your mom you loved her today?

Flashback friday to when you were a kid. Did you attend Mommy and me classes with that special lady in your life? Or what about trips to the art museum? Or what about a mom who made the COOLEST birthday party invites? Since today is all about love, here's why my mom is the absolute greatest.

It's 116% true that we don't value our parents and how much they do for us until we're older, or at least out of our rebellious STOP RUINING MY LIFE phase. Since today is all about lurvin, love the person who loves YOU unconditionally. Life is valuable. I hope my post today reminds you to tell your mom about your annoying customer at work today. Or even send her a text to your favorite lyrics that you joke about in the car (When ghetto music aka rap comes on in the car with my mom, she breaks out her inner Yonce.)

Moms are the greatest because...

Just got your time of month for the first time? Lets celebrate!

Don't feel like going to school? Sure thing love, sleep in and then we will go shopping!

You were sexually active for the first time? Was it good? Yes, this happened to me...

She'll lecture you on what type of guy you should date...until you do it.

She will text you endlessly when you don't answer, because unlike sucky untrust worthy guys, she cares. And you will get annoyed, but you know its out of love.

She'll get vibes from your friends and tell you they are no good. Chances are/looking back, they really weren't good people. Mom knows best.

 She'll throw you the cutest decorated birthday parties and have parents and kids alike raving for years. 

You can have about 10 phone calls a day and still have things to talk about.

They will listen to your gossip/drama.

She will tell you when you've done wrong and guide you until there is a certain age when you need to learn independence.

They will give their two 100 cents.

She will show you what you will (most likely) be like as life goes on.

She will always stand behind you. Always.

She won't judge what you have to say, because chances are, she did it, too.

They love you, always, no matter the situation.

I definitely do not say it enough, but I appreciate my mom and all the things she has done for me! Shout out to you, my 'mum'!

She's waiting for you. GO SHOW YOUR LOVE.

TAYLOR SWIFT I LOVE YOUR WORK

Valentines day is tomorrow. Oh shit. If you waited until the last minute to get a valentines day present, I suggest you go with: YOUR LOVE. Heck isn't that enough? Ya know, good thing I'm broke because I'm pretty sure my boyfriend would either be getting coal or the coal(d shoulder).

Yea, psh didn't think that was funny either.
Last years valentines day, I was partnered up okay obsessing/dating this dude. I got a very nice dinner, gifts, and a full on weekend of wearing the crown of being the little spoon. This year? I'm going to say I think I'll be in bed jamming to depressing 8tracks, devouring chocolates [I buy for myself because IM WORTH IT].

Then after hours of binge netflixing (too typical) and occasionally pinning my wedding like so....

I think I'll finish my bottle of wine and turn on the ultimate girly spirit animal....

Then I'll go on tinder....

And think.....

I eat some more shitty foods, because thats what single girls love to do:

Then go to bed because I'm like fuck this, tomorrow ISNT valentines day!!!!

Speaking of opposite day, this pretty lady aint celebrating single awareness day tomorrow, YOU GO GLENN COCO. Meet Allison from "Because I said so":

Chivalry is alive and well

Was going to title this post and just flat out say "A successful first date", but the last time THAT happened on the blog, he got a nickname, and me head over heels. Cue Boys like Girls, because that song was my shit.

We all know I go on a lot of dates and I love blogging about them, so here's another.

Preface: He graduated from my high school a few years before me. He actually graduated from the college my ex goes to, so we had a TON to talk about.

I kept unintentionally blowing him off for a week+ so I figured it was about damn time to go on a date that was actually CLOSE to my house. He offered to pick me up. After experiencing previous dates (aka creepster-mcgee), I figured I'd drive myself. Sushi again? Yes, puhlease.

I get there. He walks in. We hug.
He goes: "Hey I got you a little gift".
I'm all like oh shit, what do I do? 
When we first started talking he told me he got a bunch of keychains for free while studying abroad in Paris a few years ago. He decided to bring me one. It was the eiffel tower, and I must say, I was impressed. I realized I should stop being such a judgmental sour pants and accept the gift and love it up. I added it to my new keychain collection on my wallet. It's like he knew I loved/want to visit Paris, and I just got a new wallet. Double whammy. Four for you, Duder.

I figured I'd only end up there for a good hour - hour and a half. I ended up being there for three hours. It felt comfortable, our conversing, and it was really a lot of fun.

Damn me and my dating/blogging experiences that lead me to believe that I have very low expectations for dates.

I really wish I had something more exciting to share, but he "nailed" it on the first date.
Best part? He walked me to my car AND didn't even try to kiss me.
Chivalry is alive and well.

So to sum it up: I left with the eiffel tower, left over sushi, and a smile.

pass the baton, please

Hey you blog baton-er's.
Of course it's typical of someone on this joyous occasion of holding the ever so presh baton to explain to you about them on their bliggity-blog that day.

I would say go ahead, drink your morning coffee but with Sunshiney Rach, it's pretty different around here. There may or may not be a 86% chance that while reading some of my posts, you will spit out your coffee from laughing. So, hold up on the coffee, tea, and pumping spice lattes (which I still drink even though its February).

Well friends, I am your average Joe Rachel.  I'm finding my way through college, and am 99.98% of the time too mature for my own good. I help on the social media team at Sweet Lemon Mag, running the instagram account (@sweetlemonmag) and I enjoy tinder too much for my own good.

Alright, as time has past I'm kidding. I've met some real losers on there. Like last week, I had a first date and this guy asked me to be his girlfriend THAT NIGHT. Can you say "He belongs in the loony bin?" He also tried to eat my face.

ANYWAY.

If you want to know more about me (to buy me gifts....), today is the luckiest day of luck cause that's just what gonna happen around here.

1. I hate feet. I mean I'm only warning you incase you somehow become to close to my feet. It's not even that I hate feet (Ok I do, they are hideous), but it's the part I'm most self conscious of on my body. Weird, right?

2. As if you haven't already judged me enough, I love to organize. It's my happy place/thing to do (besides blogging), and Along with bookstores!

3. I've had a blog since January 2013 however, I didn't start making bloggy friends until last May. Where was I hiding for four months......

4.I am weirdly obsessed with pageants. If I'm being unrealistic here, I plan/dream to work in Public Relations for the Miss Universe Organization. Heck, I'd be happy even running off copies or sweeping the floor. I've competed in two pageants and although never placing, it's two of the greatest moments in my life and wouldn't trade it for pretty much anything. P.s I'm not blonde anymore.

5. Sunshine (I'm a summer baby) and Sinatra. Simply put, they make me the happiest. Thus the birth of my blog name.

6. One time I was tumblr famous for a day. It was awesome. (Kidding it only got posted like 5 times, but ya know its something).

7. I love to travel. As much as I would love nothing more to live my life on a beach or body of water, I'd rather be finding myself visiting history and museums.

8. Speaking of history, if you'd be interested in learning about my trip to concentration camps in Poland, I suggest ya click here.

I hate odd numbers, so I will leave you with 8 things. If you want to find more out about my doodling skills, my artsy instagrams, and my selfies galore, you can find me on my social media.

Call me beep me if you wanna reach me.

Blown away by Blow outs

My weekend has/will be explained in two parts. If you don't mind taking off your 'earmuffs' and wanting to hear about the creepiest first date from hell (no really, thinking about his face scares me now.....), click here. As far as the part two, or one, since it was before the date, I think ya should read on.

I bet you see almost every blogger and their mom chatting about how they love their local #DryBar place. Well, since I am only a quick drive over a large intimidating bridge, I decided to venture off to Filthadelphia aka where I belong. After reading Sweet Lemon's blog, as well as asking my sister about it, I wanted to try it out. Honestly, just because. I mean yeah, I had a date at a fancy place but it just seemed like a good day to try it out. 

If you are in the Philly area, I highly recommend you check out Blo Out Bar. They have two locations so if you aren't near/into driving in the city (trust me traffic is similar to the devil), they have one in Willow Grove! 

Let's just say, being in there was a bloggers heaven. Pink, Pampered, Champagne, and wine. Yeah those words go together just as much as Philly and Snow (except I hate the snow so maybe not). They have different styles for you to choose from, or you can figure out whatever your little heart desires! I asked for loose big curls, and I left happily satisfied and giddy. The staff was friendly, there was pink everywhere (le perfect, duh), and everyone leaves looking like David Guetta was singing sexy bitch to them as they walk down and around Rittenhouse. Ya, ya heard me.

Even though the date was a big flop, I was able to get another days use out of my hair. Here is day two hair:

Thanks for the awesomeness, Blo Out! If you want to see pictures of HOW CUTE it is on the inside, check their website!

I was not compensated for this post. Just my personal opinion!

A lot of profanities, and a free meal!!!!!!!!!!

I am not waiting until monday or a 'decent time' to post this post. This post is pretty raw because it's 11:27 PM on friday right now. You know when Forrest Gump explained that life is like a box of chocolates and you never know what you gonna get. Well guess what Forrest? Sorry to disappoint but a lot of things are like boxes of chocolate. LIKE DATING.

I got the fucking coconut one. And I hate the gross coconut one. SO DAMN DECEIVING.

So, like many of my dates because I just don't give a flying eff about dating anymore and I do it to blog about (Call me the Carrie Bradshaw of my generation...), I go in with no expectations.
This guy seemed pretty legit: he had good morals, good family background, JEWISH, good conversation. It seemed like it would be a fucking walk in the park. Who snuck around and drugged me some happy pills this morning? Let me know. I thought today was going to be a perfect day.

Speaking of perfect, I decided to get my hair done at a Blow Out/Dry Bar place in Rittenhouse Square. That will be talked about later since it's too important to not have a post on its own. But hey, I looked mighty fine. I probably would have wanted to pick me up tonight too. It's okay boys, I'm single ;)

Oh and before that? I decided to stop at TJ maxx and got an awesomely hot outfit for 19.99. Thats the mom in me.

So date goes like this: He runs a bit late because of traffic, calls me and tells me and explains how excited he was. Aww shit, that's really sweet. Like really, I wasn't mad. He gets there freaking finally and we sit down to eat. I'm excited because shit I am hungry. He takes a good ole time looking at the menu (we went to sushi), as if there was going to be something secretive between the lines. No clue. So we finally ordered, and he ordered me a martini (hello I'm underage ya ding nut so have fun finishing this fruity drink all to yourself). I had a sip and it tasted like icky with a spot of i want to get you drunk tonight. Luckily, I'm a lady with morals (and who wanted to make it home tonight) so I just didn't drink it.

The night went on as any date would. We talked about our personal lives, school lives, and weirdly enough we had a decent amount in common. Not enough for me to fall into his deep spell of lurvin' him. I want to give him a nickname but nothing really comes to mind....because thats how I think of him.....Or don't..... 

Um, he kept talking about his ex. They broke up a month ago *SHO SHAAAAD*. Like I get it, I'm the queen of heartbreaks but for real dude you're on a date. At least be like yeaaaaaaah I was too cool for her thats why we broke up. Maybe I'd respect you more. The conversation (when I wasn't talking) was just like falling off a cliff with no "DO NOT ENTER" sign. I felt awkward at some points.

He wanted to keep the date going on but I just kept HINTING at how tired I was. I wasn't really feeling it. He even mentioned that if he could he would ask me to be his girlfriend.  TONIGHT.
TONIGHT.
Excuse me, what? Come again? Are you a freak? All signs point to YAAAAS.
He suggested we go sit in his car since we had nothing better to do. How about no I said to myself.
The best part of the night was when he walked into the street, almost got hit by a car, and the people in the (smart) car yelled ASSHOLE at him.
We got back to his car and he went right in for the kiss. Alright, maybe that will change things. NOPE NOPE NOPE. I felt like I was eating an octopus that was alive. Or more like it was devouring me. Like grossest thing ever I cant' even get into details. Just know that when I think of this, I'm hysterically laughing. THAT BAD. Like where the eff did he learn how to make out? Chilling with snuffalupogus?

I kept insisting on him driving me to my car and he kept on pursing with FIVE MORE MINUTES. Finally I told him I need to leave him "wanting more" so he could take me to my car. Best part of the date.

I said my goodbyes and was on my way. And called Rachael cracking the hell up.
So now here I am, in bed. 11:45 and getting crazy texts from him asking why it didn't go well. I was going to post the conversation but I think you can tell my frustration already aka read AGAIN if that is not clear.

So kids, stay in school and don't go on tinder.

Flashback friday, and some party peeps.

Fridays after 3PM are meant to be lazy. For me, all fridays are lazy considering I have one class. That starts at eleven. I know, I live such a life, aren't you jelly? Shouldn't be. So like me, and since my blog is a reflection of me, we're getting all lazy around here.
Kidding, I really don't mean lazy. I mean like cozy. Like let's put on sweatpants, watch netflix, and pin our hearts out. Valentines day is coming up, after all. Yes, the rumors are true I even have a pinterest board for my imaginary boyfriend.

Now that I've rambled. I'd like to get on all warm and fuzzy with ya and share some fun things. And by fun things I mean fun people. And by fun people.......well I mean my blog friends that are also real life friends. So, yes, I guess you could say my real life[blog] friends know me better than most of my friends I call "my friends".

 Meet Cat. The Pippi to my Lola [our weirdest inside joke...and one of the few I remember]. Cat has been my longest best friend, starting in the good ole fifth grade. I am not exaggerating when I say we used to spend every weekend together. She also is to blame for my wanna be punk/emo phase, so thanks girl. She has always had a sarcastic tone and carefree attitude, both which I've admired ALWAYS. She just started blogging and if you are looking for a good "I totally feel you but I don't ever have the guts to post that on my blog" thing, then check her out. SHE ALSO HAS THE CUTEST PUPPY EVER SO WHAT MORE CONVINCING IS NEEDED? yea, not sure either.

 Chloe and I met through mutual friends my sophomore (?) year of high school. I was visiting friends in Michigan (where she lives!) and my friends I came with were in a huge fight. Chloe and I instantly bonded because everyone was just full of immaturity back then and it's never been the same since! Need a girl to make you laugh? Or what about learning about a billion and ten new languages? Or beauty product reviews? Honestly, just someone to gossip with? Chloe's ya girl.

 Probably best I don't even begin to get started on why I love Rachael so much. Well for starters *shit shit shit* she keeps me sane, she's also the reason why I spell my own name with an A in it. And I never did that in all of my life. Why should you read her blog? She's going on the big t-h-r-e-e years of blogging [and her first post is hilarious. I just saw it myself yesterday!..] and I suggested we go somewhere cool for it. Ya know why not celebrate her accomplishments by getting rid of my savings account. Also half of you already sponsor her anyway, so you 100% know why I have so much love for this girl. Back me up!

Say hola to Jenny! Jenny and I met, through friends, but of course, we became friends. We are also "sisters". Like not even sorority sisters (or real life, obviously), but we met through our high school youth group. We ended up going to a two week sleep away camp together but were never good friends until afterwords. If you love cooking and DIY's, check her fabulous self out. We also had a max brenner date in the city and it was amaze.


Hopefully you've found new people to love stalk, because let's be real: when we find a blogger we love, we stalk them on all social media STAT. If you go over to say hello, make sure to say I sent you.
Since I'm KOABD and all.
Kind of a big deal, ya know.


P.S make sure to wear red and instagram/tweet the picture with the hashtag #goRed for the National Heart Disease Awareness day! You can find me sporting some red here and here.