9/24/14

I'm feeling 22...

To the "ael" to my "Rach" (read: The Rachael Way),

HAPPY BIRTHDAY. I figured since I can't send you mail (I mean I could, but lets face it I'm more than broke), posting about you on our favorite thing (aka how we became friends) is a pretty cool gift. Also, people can read this and agree as to why we have so much love for you. Talking to Ashleigh and then you about two weeks less than a year ago, I would have never expected to come out of all of this with a best friend. Meeting you in the basement of a frat house (lol, what is life) minus the partying and just talking forever about blogging and just getting each other? Yea, never thought I would have left Ohio knowing I made a new best friend forever. 

As you say, #BridesmaidStatus. 

I couldn't put into words the amount of thankfulness that I have that you are in my life. I can tell you realllllly anything and I know it won't be pushed into judgement category of your brain. You accept me for who I am...even if I've called you crying, freaking out about dates I'm about to concur, dealing with the men that suck, and every little positive thing in between. Because let's face it there are more positive than negatives in life but the fact that we can listen to each others negatives when we face them is a beautiful thing.

Thank you for letting me vent to you when its my time 4am and yours 4pm. Thank you for dealing with every call before AND after dates- good or bad. Thank you for making your two hour drive to meet little ole sunshine and sinatra. Thank you for inspiring me to rebrand. Thank you for meeting me in a frat basement for gosh sakes. Thank you for your gifts. Thank you for showering me with love (wow look at me sentimental as eff). Thank you for encouraging me to follow what I love! Thank you for rocking at life. Thank you for being the best person you could ever be. Thanks for all of our bucky inside jokes that I can think of to myself and laugh at (change blog title to something with Felicia). Thank you for being you - you rock never change. 

I cannot wait until you can return back to the U.S because I am booking my flight to see you A.S.A.P. (even though its miles away). I know you are enjoying china and I am so proud of you for taking your own leap of faith and doing something that scared you. 

Hope you're crying because we're good at being sentimental.
Thanks for giving me a blog topic for today.

I hope you're feeling the 22-est. 

X's and O's and Felicia's,
Sunshiney Rach

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9/23/14

Life goes on

Disappointment gets the best of us. Also meaning, disappointment takes the living shit out of me. I am someone who gets their hopes up TOO high only to be disappointed. Throughout my growth in the past 5 or so years, I've gotten to understand that you really can't rely on many [besides yourself] because there is always a chance someone is going to disappoint you. Not saying you shouldn't be excited for things because again, I get too excited for weird things (like the fact I can actually sit down and blog today!!!!!).

Two phrases I live by are: Everything happens for a reason and Life goes on. (Also maybe even YOLO(?) quite possibly). Both of those are so vague yet stand true because for every bad thing there is a good thing! Like rose and thorns all the sorority girls do(I think?)/people do and sometimes never know what to share.
but like you can't resist this face....

If you need a happy pick-me-up list on this tuesday: I gotchu

the cutest of puppies (aka loving on mine)
reading your favorite blogs religiously
windows down driving to your favorite jam
warm weather
re-watching episodes of Friends and Full House
dreaming of being at your favorite place (in the entire world)
finding new hangout spots (read: parks)
organizing your closet/desk (okay, only me?)
people watching in the hustle and bustle of New York City. 
feeling beautiful
cuddling up with your favorite blanket and falling right to sleep
the moments leading up to your birthday
baseball (tailgating) season
being reunited with friends after a long time away
doodling & crafting
and not boys

What's on your list?



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9/15/14

Rgord for Miss America

Last night was one of the few (besides Miss USA/Miss Teen USA/Miss Universe/Miss New Jersey) that I decide to take over everybody's twitter newsfeed. I do apologize except it's truthfully not that sincere of one. Recap (if you missed it): I called that Miss America would be a blonde / VA would be in bottom two / I made my idol crack up and pretty much I have too much love for the people that surround the pageant world.

A huge congrats to Miss New York and her little cup talent (which I did before at camp so by association property I could probably be Miss America?). In other words, since she's relevant is it alright to ask to borrow her romper from her talent portion? 
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Also can we point out that I think Delaware got ROBBED. Ok, carry on. 

When it comes to pageants, it's apparent I have too much to say about it. Here's what I was word vomin' into the twitterverse:



Sometimes, people just think of more clever things to tweet than I do. Here's what I was lovin:
I've trained my friends well.
Told you.


Did you watch? What were your thoughts?
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9/12/14

On writing a new book

There are points in life where you're like today sucks and really it's inevitable. Then there are months that you spend car rides, and netflix shows counting down the second to the good stuff that will pop up in your life. Sort of like people that pop out of 10XL sized cakes. Except all disease free. Today is officially my last day of summer. And it was one for the books. For the diary if you will. That will never resurface for I have big intentions to tear up every word until I don't realize this summer even happened. Clearly the only option to end this summer is with a few shots of dramatic with an order of time travel (don't worry, it's in the works).

I really did have big plans like, mid-june(?) to make a bucket list but I knew this summer wouldn't be one to document besides a few snaps of my standard beach views, selfies, and ootd's (basic). However I never would have saw the cutest puppy in all the land come my way, finally make a trip to NY last minute, or even have to pay for myself on a date. Thanks for that, if you still read this...asshole.

What I did do this summer consisted of:
frequent beach trips (featuring my The Atelier Shop tote)

rebrand my blog (for better or for worse) and had some really great photoshoots in Philadelphia 

spent too much time in #RittenhouseSquare

had multiple boat days exploring land and sea/e (yes, double meaning)

finally said YES to something that scared me and just did it. moral of story: You'll probably live

took many of my spare time to hang with the hunk of my life

and ended the summer with a little Manhattan bang.

Its easier said than done to glam up your life a bit. Yea, the beauties of makeup and story telling. This past week began the new book in my life. Not a chapter, because I'm pretty sure sometimes chapters can be boring and we want to skip them. But the first few pages of the book can always help you figure out if you want to keep reading to see what happens to the princess or if it just gets tossed in the trash with a huge bang and a side of shoulder shrugging. Let's hope I make it out of junior year alive. And problem free. Care packages accepted in the form of peanut butter, artsy pictures/polaroid film, and/or renewing my vogue subscription. 

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9/10/14

Meet my Mush

Finally catching up on my blogging and somehow finding the missing part of my brain that had stopped me from checking out this little place that has part of my heart, I decided to give you my favorite story that I've been waiting for, also a thing that takes up the other half of my heart.

For months, my family had been back and forth about getting a dog. I was leaving for school soon enough, and I got real impatient. Debate after debate, discussion after discussion, sending my family GIF after pinterest article, we decided to go for it. After vacation. While on vacation, we discussed names on a relaxing afternoon spent in the water. My family is kind of dorky, but I don't mind. I wanted flash, brother decided on Winston. Excuse me what? We started making jokes about names that referred to our family inside jokes (you have those too, right?) and we started talking about our all time favorite Saturday Night Live episode, featuring Drake. Just watch this, you won't regret it (especially the Disney World lovers). We love Drake for more reasons than just a silly SNL skit or two (we're avid fans...he's jewish...). I wish I could remember who decided it was a good idea but here's a virtual pat on the back (to either my brother or myself). At that point on vacation, I couldn't wait until we got home.

The day after coming home, we went to go look at the puppy place where we got my dog I had while growing up. We knew they had recently received a bunch of newborn cockapoos so we had to check it out to get dibs. Duh. We knew we wanted something with a poodle mix because they don't shed, are easy to train, and so much more. I'm not kidding when I say I have now experienced love at first sight. There were two out of six cockapoo's we really liked (a boy and a girl of an apricot color). After repetitively calling the one we liked Drake to see if he would respond...all he did was jump up in his bin and lick our hands uncontrollably. We decided to take him out for a test run (literally run) and we were sold. All he wanted to do was sit on our lap and love on us. We were used to finding dogs there that wanted to run away from us but we knew he was ready for a home!


My dad wanted to check out the girl dog, thinking soon-to-be-drake was too hyper. I wish I could explain how drastic the difference between the girl version of him was. She didn't want to play, love, or run. Just sleep. My dad thought soon-to-be-drake would be a little much to handle but boy was he wrong.

Two days later we were able to pick up baby Drake and he was official ours! Yes, best birthday present ever. It's actually hilarious because when I was younger until the age of like 13(?) I was terrified of dogs. Especially big ones (hence why I refuse to ever get one). We had a dog, and he was the only one I wasn't scared of. In middle school, a huge ass (aka not sure what dog type it was) dog bit my nose so basically that scared me for life.

Running around petsmart like a frantic Mom-who's-expecting, I asked all the workers what was the best of the best. I spent too much money on dog treats and toys, just because who knows what he would like (read: He will eat/bite ANYTHING). Coming into our world, this little mush has been beyond spoiled and the best I ever had (and could ask for).

My dog growing up was a bijon and very hard to train. Since day one of being home, Drake has been aware of "sit" and to go to the bathroom outside. Safe to say, training him has been a walk in the park [which we've only done once because he FINALLY got his shots]. Talking your ear off about my dog would not be an understatement. I realize that dogs are the best type of love you can get and they will love you endlessly (read: who needs a boyfriend? Not this dog mom).

Summary: Get a dog. You'll be happier.


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9/9/14

My birthday suit

86. Probably the number of ideas I've had about writing blog posts yet they just can't seem to turn into posts. Or maybe I'm the problem. The problem being I can't seem to find the motivation to sit down, put down my beer, and get to writing. 86 is also the number of degrees (plus a few) it's been the past week. In my apartment, I have lack of A.C, therefore I've befriended some people here or there to use them for their icebox of a room. Don't worry, spending time with them is a solid time waster, too. Win-win aka I'm all about it.

Considering today is the first day I felt chilly all day, I'm mad that my initial idea of writing todays post was to share my favorite outfit of the summer. The outfit I wore on my birthday. The outfit I want to wear EVERY.DAY.OF.MY.LIFE. I have a filthy (no for real) filthy obsession with trying to rock Rompers. 

This past summer (yeah I'm about two months late to update you on my summer vacay), I went to Fourt Lauderdale for a week! I stayed right on the beach (with great service via The Ritz Carlton), and soaked up the sun. And by soaked I mean drank my heart away with all the wine I could get my hands on because club level. 


#1 - @ Kilwins | #2 - @ Las Olas Blvd | #3 - @ Millionaire's Row Waterfront

Other things I checked out on my trip: 
Got over my fear and tried something new (read: yuck) | Met John Henson at my hotel | Basic bitch featuring me.

Who's with me to go back to summer...with no worries in the world and a cold beer in my hand. And my birthday suit. Ready to start my official countdown to 21 years old. 
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9/2/14

Word Vom (Like Cady Herron)

I don't think I've showed up here in about what feels like an eternity. I've spent endless nights the past few weeks (between anxiety attacks and playing with my dog) with blog post ideas floating through my head but pretty much whenever getting on my computer I've been avoiding it. Like an awkward encounter with an ex (which I didn't have to experience at all this summer #hooray).  The only thing that I can do right now is update you on my life, since sometimes my instagram does not do the justice. Also lists are fabulous so happy tuesday and wordvom day to you (and me, of course).


1. I really can't stop listening to this song. I was introduced to it a few weeks back when I met a friends friends and we were watching music videos at like 1AM. The video is pretty trippy and you need to watch it a few times to understand it completely unless someone tells you about it initially.

2. I moved back to a (new) school. I keep some parts of my life pretty private (i'm sketchy...barely any of my friends knew I was going)! My apartment has NO AIR CONDITIONING and its about 90 fricken degrees so I'm currently camped out in the library until my next class. Also I have my own kitchen and its great because we have cold beer easily accessible but I'm too lazy to cook so I really can't see how much else this is benefiting me. Lean Cuisine til ya die.

3. I've been so upset about leaving my pup. Talk about dog mom issues. Whenever we FaceTime (which has been often since my 48+ ish hours of leaving home) I cry. Because quite frankly, I have a soul. No, it is not filled with dust.

4. I really like stupid sentimental moments. This morning in my first class (cue the real throw up because 8AMs) my professor was asking us questions because of course we started learning the first day I'm a junior in college we don't mess around. I am the person in classes that likes to avoid speaking but I'm taking all courses related to my major and I actually raised my hand voluntarily. It actually made my heart and mind feel with nervous and kickass tears because I was like well shit I know my stuff and this is what I want to do with the rest of my life. It's a research class and she said next week were reading about blogging/bloggers. So hey, homegirl, you can count me in. A+ all the way (I hope).

5. Sidenote: tinder-ing here will probably be interesting and very unfortunately UNavoidable.

6. I really miss my dog(?) Yea thats not even a question. It's okay because I'll be home (involuntarily...well I'm actually volunteering ha ha) so I can cuddle him all day then. For now, I'll just be counting down the days. #anxietanxietyanxiety.

7. Ever since rebranding I've lost much readership. I realized my dreams of wanting to be a fashion blogger were pretty much shit and there was no way in hell I could keep up with that. I actually like writing (or being behind a camera waaaay more) that figuring out how to pose and what outfits to wear. But yea, rebranding? Didn't help me. I lost daily readers (not sure why). I got rid of my separate twitter account, and also a bad case of no motivation and possible writers block syndrome? If you have any advice please direct it this way. much needed.


This is the artsiest picture my living room will get. #CollegeGirlsLoveTapestries.





































I'll see ya when I see ya.
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