My boyfriend, the blog

Ever come home from a long day and instantly prop open your computer, launch your internet browser, and type in the phrase "www.YOURBLOGLINKHERE.com"? Ever check, double check, and triple check on your latest published post even though you read through it more than time can count? Chances are - you're dating your blog. Your blog is your boyfriend. And let's face it, if you have a real life boyfriend (excuse me I'm not sure what that even isssssss..), your real life boyfriend becomes a third wheel. 

Remember, I'm not judging. Because I'm basically in a relationship with good ole Sun A. Sinatra - what a handsome man if I do say so myself. Here's why:

I buy things for him. Sponsorships, blog domain, computer programs, iPhone apps. You name it, I spoil it. Sometimes buying things for a blog is better than having an actual boyfriend, because he can't talk back and say he doesn't want it. I think I spend as much money on Sunny A than myself. Ok, who am I kidding I retail therapy as if that was my real life job. I question why it's not. Mr. Actual boyfriend might have to make room for my dude, Mr. Bloggie, whenever he decides to come around. 

I worry/ check up on him a lot. Not enough comments? Let me post that on my social media and while I'm at it tell my friends to check up on him to. Did I spell that right? Are people loving him as much as I do today? I get mad at him. If he (or my internet) decides to start a fight, I may or may not end up in tears. Cooperation is key, learn it brah.

He buys me things. Obviously the guy is supposed to spoil the girl (#princess issues), so I love what he does for me. He's given me the opportunity to make new friends, and receive products to review! He's helped me grow in so many ways, so I think I'll keep him around.

I spend a lot of time with him. He gives me reason (ok dramatic) to take pictures of almost everything and have an excuse to tell my friends. I will spend morning, nights, lunch breaks, and even bathroom breaks (be honest, you've done it) with him. Hello commitment, how are you? He's what I think about in the shower (shhhh), or when I'm driving - figuring out what he will inspire me to do/write next.

I give him social media love.  Over here in our sunshiney relationship, we're all about PDA. He loves when I gloat about him on my instagram, or even when I tweet about what he has to say tomorrow! We share our interests, things he's willing to give away (all about compromise here!), and how much he loves all of my blog friends. *Virtual kisses, for the win!!!!!*

Love/Hate relationship. One second he's the best thing in my life, and the next he's on my nerves and I spend a day trying my best to avoid him at all costs and punch (read: slam my fingers on keyboard angrily) him a few times letting out a good ole I FREAKING HATE YOU sob. But then I'm like, shit, I love him. Why would I ignore him? And he's over there like haha, told you so.

Are you boo-lovin' on your blog like me?

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 ;-)

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!

A+ for symbolism

You know how throughout your education you always had to pick out the symbolism from said books you were assigned to read yet you just sparknoted it anyway? Like that time you had to figure out why Hester Prynne is such a slut and wears an A on her chest. Why does she wear an A on her chest? To make her stand out because she is such a slore-bucket. Earmuffs Mom, sorry.

Last night, I had the greatest revelation that I wanted to expunge of everything about my ex-y poo.
Buried in between my thousands of tweets of KiddyCup and- Well damn, that's basically all I tweet about. I'm one of those girls..shit. But in the midst of all of the giggle shenans, I had the guts to do this.

Finally throwing out dried up flowers from my ex. Very symbolic.
— Rachel (@Sun_and_Sinatra) January 3, 2014

See so here is real life symbolism for all you english lovin' people. Dried up flowers because clearly he is dried up out of my life. Dramatic but you know, he doesn't exist to me anymore (except he had the nerve to snap me the other night randomly. So rude). Throwing it out was too symbolic for my own freaking good. I sort of hesitated at first but is he in my life anymore? No. I then smirked and said my goodbyes, which is sort of the final one for me. All I have left to get rid of is his insignificant random-ass four foot teddy bear he got me for my birthday (it's like he knew he was breaking up with me so he could get me a pointless gift...oops). Oh and his clothes, which have now become nothing but t-shirts to sleep in. AND WHO IS GOING TO GIVE UP SLEEP SHIRTS? Not me, sorry.

What is he doing to me, damn. I need to get rid of these shirts. Note to self: Get rid of shirts, stat.

I now have filled my anthro mug (fave mug, if I may add) with my favorite necessity: sharpies to doodle with. As crazy as it sounds, being able to legitimately chuck fast pitch them into le garbage was the holy realization that I have moved on to bigger and better and nicer and sweeter and down right good things. You really do have to get through the bad to get to the reaaaaaally good.

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Happy birthday, ya filthy animal.

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

I'm playing hide and seek and you're it.

"Sometimes you have to shut the doors on old loves in order to be truly close to a new one" -The Carrie Diaries

Have you ever read that it takes a year to get over an ex? That is a perfect example of what NO FREAKIN BODY has time for. Especially my GEN-Y betches. People my age are so aggressive in trying to find the one. (I'd be the first to admit to it to). We love the instant gratification of tinder; swiping right, someone telling us we're pretty, then we begin to try to imagine our lives together. He dresses nice so obviously we're going to go live in the city for a few years, spend weekends waking up late and venturing a few blocks to a hipster museum or a park.

I understand that everything has gotten better as years go on. Think back to even the 60's. When a couple broke up, the girl didn't go home put wine and ice cream next to her, open up blogger to begin to write a post about said ex, and have the picture of ex-handsome to bawl her eyes out to while some emo alternative shit is playing. Then again the guy throwing rocks at a girls window began before the 90's, hence the possibility of ways to be a clingy ex.

Even Danny Zuko was a clingy ex when Sandy wanted to date the newbie. Now onto The Carrie Diaries. Carrie finds out her new dude is writing a new play based on his ex. She gets upset because he's spending hours to think about her[to write this play], so automatically being a typical crazy girlfriend curious, she asked him about it. He told her "You can't move on while your entangled with an ex." Preach, Hottie McHotstuff.

Betches need to get over their ex. Done deal.  If this is you, do you ever find yourself trying so hard to stop yourself from checking who his snapchat besties are? or to see what formal pictures he was tagged in next?  I do appreciate Mr.Ex for cutting the cord instead of him agreeing to being friends. Trust me: It hurts so much to loose someone that means so much to you and is your best friend, but holding on until you loose your grip is not healthy.

(see: Elite Daily)

I'm all for posting pictures of you getting kissed from a guy, let him miss you. Just don't stalk him, it won't do you any good. (Wow Rach, take your own advice from time to time!) The worst is getting caught stalking. In addition to worst: when you try to make a conversation with him and he is rude and short with you? I now fully understand why I'm not supposed to like you anymore. 

Everyone tells me to stop TRYING to find someone...he will find me. So thats what I'm gonna do: I'm over him. I only miss the idea of having a boyfriend (until I see couples fight over stupid stuff). Then I'm just like I'm okay!!!! I got my chocolate, wine, and other single bloggie friends to keep me goin'. 

Future boyfriend: I'm playing hide and seek. You're it.

The posts you've all been waiting for (Ok..maybe just me)

Although it was a few hours short of 2 full days, it was still an amazing time and we did so much!

So happy I got to experience my first blog date!

Tuesday: B and I woke up early to take our three hour trek to DC. It went pretty quickly actually. Maybe because I was playing some Luke Bryan? I'm gonna go with yes. A few minutes outside of downtown DC, we passed a gas station. We totally forgot we had to pump gas, which neither of us have done without someone else before so we decided to skip. Keep on driving and we hit another one so we decided to stop. I WISH I TOOK A PICTURE. We were standing there waiting for someone else to pay with cash until we realized we had to go inside and pay. We did. yet B paid for a different numbered pump. UM WHAT! So he had to drive around to the right one and then we got it from there. Quite an experience. #TeamWork

As soon as we got to our hotel, we walked over to the Washington monument where Lauren and boyfriend were waiting for us! IT WAS SO EXCITING. We walked over to the WWII memorial where we took our first blogger pic. Kind of a really big deal. 

After doing all the typical touristy stuff (Lincoln memorial, etc)(1) we tried to head over to the Jefferson Monument until we realized the distance and we were like errrr better not. So illegally J-walked(2) a bit and off to Georgetown(3) we went!

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After lunch in Georgetown, we sat near the water front where Lauren's boy fed his left over pizza crust to the ducks. (See: her instagram). Later that night at dinner we met up with my two roommates from a travel trip I went on. It was so perfect how they were both around! They bought me a birthday drink and we got some complimentary warm icky saki. Also, never trust Yelp. It looked like a nice place according to them but it was seriously in the DC ghetto. Awkward......Still sorry about that one. Later we all headed out for some froyo & Lauren and boyfriends checked out some places at night! It was the such a perfect day.

Wednesday: After a late wake up, some starbucks, and stopping at a CVS to buy blister bandaids (seriously super ouch with a side of gross), we headed off to the National Archives and some other museums and then said our goodbyes :(. Then B and I were off to see Capitol Hill and the newseum, which was AWESOME. I highly recommend it if you're ever in town! We would have been there for hours but 1. we were exhausted and ready to head home and 2. it closed at 5! We finally found the closest burrito place (cue Qudoba) and headed on outta durrrrr.

Being that I wanted to sleep forever but I can never sleep during car rides, I was delusional singing some rap songs almost the whole entire ride. I don't really think B wants to ever hear me sing again. I got so bored I asked to play 20 questions. Ya know not the one younging teenagers play to get to know someone better (Barf and awkward). I stumped B with a 'supermarket' and he stumped me with a jaguar. Like really?! It was fun and took up the last leg of our drive home. As soon as I got home, I passed out and then realized my life was going to become boring again. Bad ending, I know. TAKE ME BACK. Reality can sometimes be no fun!

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What I should have realized as a youngin'

What I Should Have Known in High School: A collective piece. 

He'll be into you eventually. Calm down, lady!

Just because your on a college campus (read: UMichigan) as a high school sophomore does not make you seem any cooler. But hey, you do you.

You make the same face in every picture. Smile already!

You also shouldn't EVER want to dye your hair...because you'll never get that beautiful color back.

It'll turn to this.....and youl'll be dumb enough to think it looks pretty for about a year.

But you will go to Israel senior year. And love every second of it. I bet you still wish you were there right? Eh, just a good guess.

You will go to camp find the greatest people you will ever meet aka your best friends from all over the country.

You will compete in Miss New Jersey Teen twice while your in high school....aaaaaand you will be meeting your idols mom. How freakin' awesome.

You'll actually care more about these pictures once you graduate...you'll know why ;)

Well now that you've seen awkward and embarrassing selfies and my many different haircolors...have a fab day! :-)

Ohhh torrance, can't stand your cheerleading squad...

If you've read my about me/ seen pictures of B (which is everywhere), you'll understand that I am a complete sucker for dark haired/'hairy' gents. See some of my faves and why I love them so so much.

Cliff Pantone. Where it began. When he wasn't being all googly over blonde Dunst we could find him rocking out in his room or making fun of his new-to-be cheerleader of a sister. (Bring It On) This is where my love really started. They're a favorite movie couple of mine.

Chris Messina. MINDY PROJECT. Not only is he the cutest (male) on the show, but I always think in pictures B and him look similar. So he's clearly rated a 10/10 in my books. Also, he is in the Mindy Project. Re-reading it right now!

Garrett Reynolds. I know him best as Paolo Valasari. And for being a bigger meanie than Ethan Kraft was. He has a terrible voice, wears ugly blue stunna' shades, and tells every girls the same damn lie. Bye boy!!!!! You shine like the light from the sun. #Baloney.

                        

Chris from the Bachelorette. One of Des on the bachelorettes final 3. I'm just in love with him. Although his family would have intimidated the pants off of me, they seem to care about him and everything he can do support/provide for her. #TeamChris. I also realized she is currently OBSESSED with Brooks and he's unsure as to how he feels. You are wasting time and space. Not sorry. Also, he plays baseball ;)

 Freddie Prinze JR. We all know him from many many many things. I just discovered the movie Summer Catch. If you loveeeee baseball/sappy girlie movies this ish is for you gurl - go headddd. I love the chemistry he has between him and Jessica during this old movie that currently isn't getting shoved into the "IDC ANYMORE" area. Caution. Hottie Alert.

Buttttttt are you even surprised? I feel like this week has been all about B on the blog, but I'm not gonna complain. He fits the perfect description that makes me like someone. He's even the sweetest boy you'll ever meet! Or not meet but hear all about him from me!

What's your guy type?!

Boyfriend-shmoyfriend

Why having a boyfriend rocks. 

As told to you by me.

They are required to clean off your cars from the snow. In the cold. With no gloves.

They pretend or learn to appreciate the things you give many craps about. 

 You can laugh about ugly pictures of you two together from when you were younger/before dating (if applicable) 

You can dress them how you want. LIKE A REAL LIFE KEN DOLL.
(p.s he hated those shorts...and refuses to buy them)

You now have a reason to give someone pointless DIY crafts. and they accept them.

Boom. You now have someone by your side to dance with at frat parties. Or parties in general. 

(This was 2010. We weren't even dating. This is awkward)

You can take dumb pictures with them, and people still think you guys are the cutest. 

Well, atleast thats what they comment........

You can see how much you've both changed. Or not changed. True story, I locked him in a bathroom sophomore year. Left picture 2010 - Right picture 2013

You can dance like absolute loons together. and it's still damn cute.

They look cute when playing with puppies. and babies. You just can't help but sort of get all googly-eyed and go "awwwwwwwww".

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. 

And for all the single ladies...you go girl. Keep doin' you.