Living la Vida bloglife

Published the best post you think you've ever written. You get an exuberant amount of compliments, likes, shares, and retweets about said post...from blog friends. You pat yourself on the shoulder, you smile and giggle a little bit because YEAH YOU'RE THE SHIT.

A few hours turn to days and days turn to minutes (obvi, time is inevitable) and you've decided to let your friends in on your big secret- your blog. It's like you're the kid at lunch willing to share her homemade brownies with her girlies, even though you're mad about it because you wanted to devour it ALL. Or we can make the mean girls reference and it's like ripping apart a dollar store tiara and handing it to all the homies in the crowd because you can - and you're damn proud.

So yes, in conclusion, a good amount of my friends know about my blog. I don't mind it much either, really. A lot of them use it to catch up with me when we have our phone dates (I'm talking to you, deb), and they usually immediately know what I'm talking about.

The other night my friend did something I've been wanting to do for a while. Post about my blog on my facebook. She posted my article about my trip March of the Living, and when I got the notification...my heart dropped into my stomach, my face was burning red of embarrassment and all I could think was fuck. I couldn't facebook message her fast enough. Truly, I was proud and excited she wanted to share my post. But my only thought was this: What if my ex was bored enough to click her link and read my blog (ok, I'm being crazy because he definitely WOULD NOT) and saw mean posts directed towards him?

Real life 1, Rachel 0.

That is the big numero uno as to why I won't share my blog on my personal facebook. Others included feeling judged by randoms (why should that matter if we're not friends besides facebook anyway...), having people read it send it to others we mutually know and laugh at it, having my grandma see it and post it all over facebook and say how proud she is of me and basically the fact that I blog for me. I've turned my blog into another class, another internship, another learning lesson. Sure it's not mandatory and I'm not cool enough to make cash money from my blog, but it sure as hell looks fab on my resume. I've learned how to network, make friends from ALL over [and meet some (hi Rach)], and lastly grow as a writer and who I am and aspire to be.


Sunshine and Sinatra 100, Haters 0.

Do you share your blog with real life friends? If you don't, do you feel like they know less about you?

Sock it to me.

Like the great talented Wiz Khalifa once said, "I roll up", whereas I agree when it comes to rolling up with sushi and being cold and diving into blankets. However, I "roll down" when it comes to hills and really annoyingly tall socks.

With the help of Kushyfoot, rolling down has not been a problem. HOLLA. When its nice out, I love slipping on my sperrys' to go to class/casual sunday brunch/pretty much anywhere. Except I hate not wearing socks with them because my feet get gross, honestly.

YOU CAN BARELY SEE THEM. They were also awesome in the sense that I could wear them with wedges (SUPER HELLS YES), and comfortable/fitting to my little baby sized feet. 

Being that I am a pageant girl and love love love love love (so many loves, ok?) wearing heels whenever I have the opportunity, my feet hurt after walking forever in them. Yours too, right? I mean its hard walking on different surfaces (especially in the city) aaaand when you don't have a guy to carry you, you need to learn how to conform and join the darwinism bandwagon (survival of the fittest dude)! I discovered the Flats to Go which has changed my life for the better. They are fashionable, YET small enough to fit into the tiniest of clutches (trust me, I tried).

PSA: If you cannot walk in heels, invest in these flats for walking to avoid tumbles and slip on those platforms when the time comes and a mile walk is not required.

Everything that kushyfoot offers? Yeaaaah, I'm here to tell you nothing is over 9.99! Beat that, socks that get lost in the dryer and then we run out and cry because we don't feel like spending money on more socks. 

Jump in your car, get to your local Duane Reade, or store that sells socks and pick some Kushyfeet up. I mean doesn't the name sell it all? The word kushy makes me feel like I'm jumping on a pile of pillows. Also if you have no way to get to a store and enjoy never leaving your computer screen (like me on some days...), hit up www.kushyfoot.com - Tell them I sent you ;-)

I was compensated for this post, however all of my awesome opinions are mine - and honest! 

That good good, the uncommon type.

Not going to sit here and lie, it's my blog and I can tell the truth if I want to. Aka always, homies. Truly, what would you get your mom for Mothers day? I doubt it would consist of any flower crown shenanigans (which I truly enjoy), anything with skulls or grungy-ness involved, or anything that's not artsy enough to instagram for yourself.
When I discovered Uncommon Goods, an online shops to fill every hipster, artsy, and every other type of moms heart with love for their kiddo, I knew I wanted to hook my mom up with the goods from here.

I hate going shopping for things that aren't affordable. Sometimes I get lucky with the quality of the product (i.e not forever21 or charlotte russe...), but Uncommon Goods is JUST that. That good good that all the rappers talk about. Their products are about 1/3 recycled or upcycled...you know moms, they love that stuff.

Although I am not my mom, we share a lot of similarities...I mean she birthed me, duh. I got my artsy/creative side from her, as well as my lack of patience. In addition, we also have parallel fashion styles, I mean we share clothes from time to time. With that being said, I love Alex and Ani bracelets. My mom has complimented mine (not just because she's my mom and has to approve/deny what I chose) many times. While browsing U.G, I came across the To The Moon and Back bracelet. That's probably one of my favorite sappy love phrases to anyone so I knew I had to get my hands on this one~

Note: I am also the worlds worst shopper for other people besides me and my imaginary boyfriend. Well you know, when he once was a real person. I can't wait to give it to my mom and I hope she loves it as much as I do. What do you normally get the special lady who birthed you for Mothers day?If you need help finding the gift that screams MOM I LOVE YOU, Uncommon goods has your back, check it out here: Mothers Day Gifts, as well as gifts for the other special peeps in your life like Aunts or Dads/Uncles! Go shopping. This is your sign. 

P.S need some motivation to go moms day shopping? This post might work in your favor.

I was compensated for this post, however all opinions are my own. promise. 

Horrorscope

Morning routine goes as follows: wake up courtesy of Mr. Sunshine aka bright lights, lay in bed until the last minute possible by sitting on twitter, instagram, Facebook, vine, timehop, and every other social media thing out there. Oh, and I check my horoscope. Repeat. Every day.

I'm thankful for the days I forget to check out how Leo the Lion is doing. Why, you ask? Oh you know, I just causally FREAK OUT about my horoscope. When I read it in the morning, aka most days, I read yesterdays and todays. I think about how what I have planned that day will somehow relate to my horoscope - and sadly, most days, it does.

I then begin to worry that if its a bad horoscope, I try to plan ways to get around what they are saying to have a better day. It's pretty sad, if I do say so myself. I sometimes let these stupid assumptions get to me.

LIKE HOW MANY PEOPLE IN LIFE ARE ALSO LEO'S?

Sure we might share similar qualities but just because Barack Obama (#birthdaytwinz) is having a really great day and everything in obamacare and stuff I don't understand (sorry I really don't keep up or choose to), doesn't mean my day will be great too, and vice versa. I then sit there and laugh and realize that I should probably keep trucking. Excuse me but how do these astrologers and people alike figure this shenans out? Do they talk to Gd? Or the holy spirits above? I honestly am confuzzled.


Thus, gone are the days of reading this app...one less thing to check off my morning wakeup routine!

Does reading your horoscope freak you out? Do you follow it regularly?

Three boy wonder c/o Tinder

Hello, hello! I'm Carolina from SoCal Mermaid and I'm here to take over Sunshiney Rach's blog today!! I'm super excited that I'm on her sidebar this month because I couldn't ask for a better bloggy friend/mentor.

 

I blog a lot about the random ish that goes on in my life, which varies from school to work, my internship to boys, the occasional diy, movies and books, and anything else that will cross my mind. Today, let's talk about eggs no not female ovulation type eggs, actually let's cut the bull and get straight to it. Let's talk about boys. That's always fun, right?! I've never tried to juggle more then one boy before. As my Leo horoscope likes to say - I'm fiercely loyal. If I loose interest in something/someone, I drop it and pick up the next shinny thing that catches my eye. But right now? There's three pretty little eggs(boys) in my life that I can't get out of my mind. For the first time ever I can't pick one, I just can't. I mean I do have them on a priority list and I do have genuine feelings interests growing in all three of them, but I haven't been able to choose whom to drop and which one I should invest time in.

  

But if you'll hear me out Tyga, I do want to fall in love. I want the sappy fall in love scenario where we fall in love and stay together, if not forever then, at least for a while. And from the looks of it, right now, I have three options. Two of these options from Tinder (hence the Tinder part of the title) and one is a friend (hence the ish from Tinderish).

Cling// I'm calling him Cling because he's a little clingy. Both of the Tinder guys live pretty far from me, but Cling lives the furthest. He's tall, sweet, and cute. Hispanic (which is a plus for me because I've always had a weakness for Spanish speakers - but I don't know if Cling actually speaks Spanish....). I actually don't really know much about Cling. I haven't talked to him as much as I would like to, but since he's the furthest and we both have busy schedules it doesn't seem like a realist option.

Fluke// Fluke gets the nickname Fluke because he's also from Tinder, we've been texting for way too long considering we haven't met yet. He's also tall, sweet, and cute. But I must say he's probably the cutest of the three. He speaks fluent Spanish (talks to me in Spanish all the time - insert heart eyed emojis here!), lives by the beach, and is a surfer. A Hispanic surfer, it's basically meant to be in the "my type" department. But as I mentioned earlier, we have yet to meet, so I'm stuck in this whole we're just talking/texting area. Any suggestions on getting out of it?

Expires// Expires is my newest shinny object brought to my attention. He was actually my coworker (he quit recently, so I'm guessing that makes him my friend now?) and I hadn't really considered dating him, or even liking him. I thought about. Thought about how he's a very cute surfer, likes to travel, and goes to school near by. But I never considered it, until my other coworker said Expires and I should get married and have kids. That he'd be perfect for me because he's tall and I'm short, we're both really mellow and laid back, and yada-yada-yada. He speaks Spanish too - Chilean Spanish (aka it sounds like broken Spanish to my Mexican ears, but Spanish is still Spanish and that just makes him cuter!!). But I've nicknamed him Expires because sometime this summer he's leaving to backpack South America, I mean that that's not cool or anything (because it totally is but), that means our relationship (if the day ever comes where we are actually official) would probably end when he leaves, if he leaves for a long time. 

It's a big mess. I don't know who to chose. They all have their pro's and they all have one or two con's, that happen to be pretty prominent. 

What do y'all think I should do?? 

The downside to being young:

When were young, were dying at the thought of only being able to drive to dates without our parents in the car. As a 30, flirty, and thriving lady, it only makes sense to crave the days when our biggest problem was choosing a skip it or playing house at recess. Let it be known, people tell me all the time how I don't look old enough for college - how I am probably about 17. Thanks y'all. What people don't know is that I'm most times mature for my age despite sending whiney drunk texts....I've been through things a lot of people haven't. Not anything life threatening, but stuff you only hear about in life time movies. NOT THE ONE ABOUT DJ TANNER GETTING KILLED BY WEIRD BOYFRIEND. This one.

What I'm trying to get at is being at the awkward age before getting my first official apartment and paying loans (VOM CITY) and being too old to hang out at the local friendly's on a friday night. See what I mean, awkward age gap. I just want to know why at this point in life, EVERYTHING IS A BIG DEAL AND MUCHOS DRAMATIC. A guy doesn't talk to me, let me go cry about it, take some shots at noon and work out to hardcore rap. Not that it happened or anything...

I then found this quote when I was not behind my steering wheel listening to dramatic songs that all ironically came on shuffle. Blame the car -not me.

And thats what I call truth with a side of the emoji that looks like your trying to preach shenans. How many times do we (okay maybe just me) let the silly stuff DEFINE WHO WE ARE. We are better than a stupid guy ending it with us because he's too busy (more like 2pretty4u). We are stronger than the math final because honestly, will this matter in about 3 years? EFF NO. And we are prettier than we try to make ourselves seem on social media platforms. Don't let a bad grade, loser, or lack of makeup define your day. Cool? Gucci. 

Little Kiddycup happened.

Every great story does not start with I was drinking a miller lite...amiright? It's usually Every great story starts with "I was taking one too many shots of fireball..." [and drinking consistently since 3PM.... And that is the start of how I met kiddy cups younger brother.  Yes, you heard correctly.

Granted, the pictures from that night are blurry - a mere metaphor of everything that night stood for. I went to visit my old school (and his brother goes there - that's how we said we "met"when we were a thing) and he was at the sorority party I was at.

Ever been drinking and you don't realize what you are even doing until hours after it happened? No, this is not meant to be a story about how I got drunk. But seriously one second I was standing with my friend and next thing I knew I went up to his brother. Somehow drunk me realized it was him. I'm not sure what I said to him besides IM RACHEL I DATED YOUR BROTHER.

He replied, "yeah, he talked about you before - that means he really liked you".  I laughed (very likely), and just went screaming about how he stinks and I'm to good for him (very true). It must have felt like I was talking his ear off for like 15 minutes but I bet it was only about three.

I was SO very temped to take a picture to send to kiddy cup (we no longer talk), but instead a drunk texted at 145 AM sufficed.

Long story short: Met little kiddy cup, screamed in his face, he probably rolled his eyes OH LOOK A DRUNK WHITE GIRL and we were on our merry ways as he texted Kiddycup saying he met the crazy bitch you used to date.


Don't drink fireball and meet ex's siblings, the end.

insert picture from that night here. kidding, all blurry. 

Do schools promote ignorance of others?

Growing up, I always wanted a christmas tree. I always lied to friends that I celebrated both Hanukkah and christmas (I didn't, and still don't celebrate both [with my immediate family]). I choked up when people would ask me things about Judaism. Why? Really there's no other words than antisemitism.

Alright, so I'm being super dramatic but thats basically what I'm trying to get at here today, class. I never wanted to tell the truth because usually I would get people making fun of me. Sure I was happy to be jewish when I had to be. I had awesome friends from going to religious school that just completely understood what I was feeling. I had a bat mitzvah (where I got dat cash money) and became a woman so yea, I think my pubescent self was loving the title on that one. Whenever I went to school (it weirdly still happens today) people will make anti-semetic jokes or comments.

I am in no way trying to speak religion on my blog here, but keep on keeping on aka read.

Yesterday, I saw a holocaust survivor speak. I think we all know my appreciation for the study of WW2/Holocaust time period, so when I decided I could take a holocaust class this semester, we all knew I was going to be in there....like swimwear. Oddly enough, the speaker, whom we have to write a paper on for our final in this class, I've had the opportunity to see him speak before. I knew his story already; I read it, I heard it. Yet, still..there I was listening first row (again the only class I would ever care about sitting front row for a speaker for), leaving inspired and happy.

Happy you say, Rach? Um girl it was on the holocaust. You're right. I hate the topic more than anything. Watching survivors tell their stories gives me hope. Knowing the fact that I go to a shitty community college and saw so many people from different backgrounds listening and engaging gave me hope (except I sort of wanted to punch people who left mid presentation but thats just me being cray, you know?). It was refreshing (ok can't think of a better word here) to see people of different lifestyles, race, AND religion there- asking questions.

Personally, I was confused. Students asked questions about the living conditions while in a camp, about the bodies, the smell, the overall emotions...he laughed about it. The fact that he could just laugh it off as if his life was never almost near death was just amazing. After thinking through half his speech, I realized he had every right to laugh about it. He survived. He's the first hand account that stuff like this did happen. It was real. And he's here to educate the ones who couldn't believe anything (or person) in life could do such a horrid act. In yo face, hitler.

As I was there, nodding my head with what he was saying (even if I knew what he was saying or not), I smiled. I think there's something to be said that when people share similar traits or lifestyles, you just....get them. For me, I can relate to this because in high school when I was in my youth group it was the easiest of times for me to make friends. I found who I was there. I had a solid group of friends, AND they didn't judge me for eating not bread during a week in the spring (which I have to do next monday - jokes on me). When you feel comfortable with your surroundings, you are at the most confident place in your life.


Back to the survivor, I stayed after to get my book signed and get a picture. My professor, who is also jewish, said my name aloud for Fred to hear. He pronounced it in hebrew to reiterate. Then explain how Rachel was the main bad bitch ok not really but the name goes way back. I asked if we could take a picture and he said to me "of course with the pretty girl!". Ok, I could just be overanalyzing because yes I'm a girl but I didn't seem him do that with anyone else. We just connected. I said thanks again and was on my merry way to instagram the picture of us.

For all you educators out there I think you always reiterate how importance acceptance of one anthers religion is so important but for me what I don't get is why we go through all this education - learn history, how to treat others, yet we still find ourselves eaves dropping or maybe even being the ones that shoot ignorant jokes about others interests/backgrounds.

What do you think causes for people to poke fun? Unfamiliarity? Ignorance? 

Ramble sponsored by me, for me. YOLO. 

She's beauty and she's grace...she's....

Miss Selfie States! Go with me, here. When you give a blogger a giveaway, she'll go crazy. When you give a girl with an internship a project that her face is on the campaign of, she'll be buck wild ecstatic about it. So that's where you come in.

Do you see little Miss selfie pants up there? Familiar face, right? That is moi. I intern for the amazing www.thepageantguy.com where I work on projects, like these, as well as come up with ideas, promote, and have the time of my life.

If you could share this with your friends who are pageant stars to be, titleholders, or yourself, the future Miss insert title here. Get out of bed/stop drinking coffee (kidding - just multitask), put on some make up (if not, filters are fun thats what I do) and get to posting!

It would mean the woooorld to me if you could help spread the word so hopefully one day I can land my dream job!

And for a bit of embarrassment for myself...when my mom signed me up to compete in my first pageant and I had braces and NO clue of anything going on. Safe to say it changed my life for the better.

Pageant girl out.

Traded in the puppy t's for some sweaters

The transition between winter and spring is awkward. Like puberty, you never know what to wear, do, or shave. It's true. Talking about the big Motha Effer Nature, this transition should have happened ages ago so shout out to global warming. Have you ever seen the Ice Age movies? They are number one on my shit list, just saying. Even in the hot days of August (my birthday - same as my man POTUS), I find myself dressed like a goth from head to toe. Days I'm not goth, I'm a white pony. Completely unintentional. Living the good life.

Hat: Etsy Shop ($15)
Top: Old Navy
Bottom: PacSun
Shoes: Old Navy
Rings: Old Navy

I basically used to be a huge hater of everything Old Navy. Sureeeee growing up they had american flag shirts (great for Murican Holidays and to sport in the summer while eating a firecracker popsicle), and also shirts with dogs and cats on them. During middle school, you would be  judged in a middle school-y way when wearing old navy and gap, so we switched over to short shorts and overly revealing tops when we had 0 cleavyyy. Now that I'm an aspiring 20-something-to-be (dat good good life), I chose the more adult look. Sadly, Old Navy no longer sells shirts with screen printed puppies... would have been great for a theme party! I went in there, wanting to buy everything the other day. Luckily, I learned the ways to shop via my parents, and hit the clearance racks first. Sure it's the awkward period between winter and spring BUT YOU CAN WEAR WHATEVER YOU WOULD LIKE...WHEN YOU LIKE. Because I said so and you know so. I found the cream colored sweater (that also comes in navy) for 11.99. And those boots? Yep, those bad boys too! I've been wearing those shoes since, so just shy of a week. Easy to slip into, even more stylish. And those rings? How in the damn world could I have turned down those bad boys...for $2.99? You tell me the answer to that. If you say you could, you are wrong.

I ordered my monogram hat during the summer, FOR ONLY $15 (Etsy is a lifesaver..suck on that Marley Lilly), and can wear it with anything - like in a photoshoot for my blog. Did I mention I had to pay my brother 20 (he says 25) just to take my pictures that day? I thought sibilings got along and shouldn't have to be bribed c/o dat cash money.

When I'm not being a Kylie Jenner wanna-be, I channel my inner mommy blogger and hit up Old Navy. Ya know, similar trends and all. 

Wear white pants because you can

Tanktop: American Eagle

Pants: TJ Maxx

Shoes: Sperrys 

Lipstick: Rimmel Kate 90

Watch: Arvowear

Glasses: Charlotte Russe 

Can't say I dress nicely ever day, but when I do, taking pictures of my outfit are usually involved. I definitely never was a fan of white pants growing up because g-d only knows the stains that could cling to those babies. But on that day, the sun was out, I was heading to the city, so a spring/summer pick me up outfit was in order. Can we talk about how my sister and I both wore shades of blue and stripes. That is sister telepathy, my friends. 

If anyone has a problem with white pants before memorial day (best holiday weekend ever), send them my way.

Things I'm loving on as of late:

+Walking into Trader Joe's for the flowers and taking pictures of almost all of them. I wonder if they get that a lot, or they just thought I was strange.

+I have an announcement on Monday - pretty darn cool if I say so myself. So, stay tuned. 

+Guys are stupid and I think I could write a billion and ten more posts about that. Hpmh, maybe I will. (not actually loving that guys are stupid...maybe just because I get good posts from it)

+Jcrush is the new tinder, fyi. 

+James Franco is undeniably sexy and I wonder what picture I have to comment on of his to get him to love me.

+The weather has been stellar recently, until today. I did NOT sign up for 40 degree weather in April

+EVERYTHING FROM OLD NAVY. I mean I used to judge their weird cat/dog/america t-shirts but now its basically my heaven and I want to shop there. Heyyo boots for $11.99

Revenge of the Kiddycup (ew)

Kiddycup. That's a name you haven't heard in a while and if you have...I'm pretty sure we shouldn't be friends. You know when you're too amazed by a guy to see all the crappy things your friends see? Or you do see it but you're like no he's perfect I'll push that little booger to the side. I mean when you push the grossness to the side and it keeps coming back like a germ, or a really bad pimple, you need to let it go ladyfriend.


For Valentines day, since I was still *technically* with Kiddycup, he was away. I was home bored, dramatically dying my hair. He told me via first 'break up' that he had already gotten me something. I'm a girl - I figure out everything and pretended to act oblivious when he said he had a great gift already. Someone call the cops on account this guys a PHONY.

Timeline goes like this: He went to Flo Rida the month before, found this amazing chocolate place that he goes to every year, asked if I wanted something from there, I said no, he said I will surprise you. I shit my pants with excitement because I thought he was too sweet. He comes back from vacation I saw the chocolates on his desk OPENED (thinking nothing of it) weeks later We 'break up' for like a week, cool fine. I'll live - good thing I'm pretty. Are you following this mess of a not relationship? Fab.

I saw him the week following valentines day. We had dinner, he finally gave me the chocolates FROM HIS DESK. No card? Not a problem. He handed me the chocolate hearts (AWWWWW VOM) and put them into my purse. I thought nothing of it. I saw him again two days later, with chocolates still in my purse. We broke up for good that week. I pulled these little suckers (which don't taste good AT ALL by the way) and realized there was no twist tie. I didn't eat them yet? Weird.

Mothaeffer either regifted that baby or got really hungry and decided to not go food shopping and indulge in the tacky 'supposed to be romantic' chocolates for the girl he wont call his girlfriend yet says he's super into her.

Spy Rachel 1, Tacky boys 0. 
To the girls that date kiddycup in the future, I hope he opens your chocolates before gifting them, too.

Single and loving it

Last August, I was #drunkInLove and wrote a post about why being having a boyfriend is the greatest thing ever. Single sunshiney Rach here, to counteract that statement.

Why having a boyfriend rocks being single is the better option. As told to you by me.

They are required to clean off your cars from the snow. In the cold. With no gloves. Like shit, am I not independent? It's pretty much known that an independent woman is sexier than one that relies on her boyfriend for all her problem solving skills (at least he was good for math help). Being independent is great, you also don't have to share food

They pretend or learn to appreciate the things you give many craps about. I mean isn't that what blog friends and instagram followers are for?

You can laugh about ugly pictures of you two together from when you were younger/before dating (if applicable) I got nothing for this one. Take shot. And snapchat about it.

You can dress them how you want. LIKE A REAL LIFE KEN DOLL. It's safe to say we like guys who aren't so much mama's boys. They can do their own laundry, cook for themselves, and know to say no to zip off cargo pants. Sure when I have a boyfriend I don't mind spending money on him, but now? It's all about more retail therapy for moi *evil laugh here*.

You now have a reason to give someone pointless DIY crafts. and they accept them. Again, entering blog world has been a tremendous thing in my life because you appreciate the art shenans I get myself into. I wonder where his 9(?) month picture frame I made him featuring a "HAPPY 9 MONTHS I LOVE YOU" is. Trash? Probably. His room? Dear lord, I'd be needing a new pair of pants for that one. Brb, laughing uncontrollably. 

Boom. You now have someone by your side to dance with at frat parties. Or parties in general. THIS IS WHAT A BEST FRIEND IS FOR. You also don't have to worry about jersey turnpiking. Stick to the merp-system.

You can take dumb pictures with them, and people still think you guys are the cutest. Well, atleast thats what they comment........ Being a human in 2014, I can reassure you you can do this with Pluto or Ryan Gosling and it would be considered cute. Boom.

You can see how much you've both changed. Or not changed. Does becoming more cynical count?

You can dance like absolute loons together. and it's still damn cute. Silly relation shipped Rachel, you can do that with a shot of tequila.

They look cute when playing with puppies. and babies. You just can't help but sort of get all googly-eyed and go "awwwwwwwww". Puppies > boyfriends. Seriously, they will love you unconditionally and not break up with you and jump up and down and do wrestling matches with them. 

The best part? They still choose to go near you after you throw up on them. Aka that happened to me in 2010. On a bus. Sitting next to B. Well we broke up, so clearly the vom thing was too close to comfort. CYA!

To my dearest Rachel when she's in a relationship, don't forget about your day 1 homies (i.e. Pizza Lunchables, Chocolate ice cream, and your iPhone portable charger). They really can't ever leave your side (which is a-okay by them), so don't neglect them! Guys will break your heart, tell you you're crazy (...but I'm not Taylor Swift..?), and enjoy your drunk snapchats, but at the end of the day will they be there when your looking for someone to love? LOL no.  Xox, Single (and sort of lovin' it) Rachel.

A humorous post not to offend anyone in a relationship (more power to ya)!