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

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.

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

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

-Robert Frost

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

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

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

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

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

Blogaversary Giveaway!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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(how to) dodge that stage 5 clinger tonight

A last post of 2013? 2013 couldn't be complete until I posted one last time about guys. No really, the mother earth told me she would hold back a clock or two until I blogged about the male species once more. A ton of you are going out tonight (and by a ton I mean all the worlds population), putting on your drunky pants, NYE-guy goggles, pregaming to some Timber (you do this too, right?) and grabbing your best friends closer as the creepy guy who keeps buying you drinks 'party boy's' on your sweet it's-almost-time-for-the-ball-to-drop ass.

If you are taken, g-d bless your damn soul and be thankful you don't have to deal with the crazies.

But for all you people who don't have a ring on no finger, or your 'married'/'in a relationship' with your bestie on Facebook (It's 2014 [WEIRD TO SAY], do people still do this?), just make sure to follow these guidelines.

Buddy system. You've been doing it since before you can even remember. You're mother told you to ALWAYS make sure to bring a friend with you when going out to the local bowling alley on a friday night with your glittered limited-too purse in hand, right? So why would it be different now? The worlds an odd place, and you never know what could be out there. Creepy, but then again, it's just a girl thing. Are you even a girl if you don't do this? Also, flagging away guys when saying something along the lines of oops, I gotta go pee is a great escape plan. 100% effective as seen from recent studies (Source: My own damn life). 

Lesbihonest, dance floor edition. We all love to shake what our mothers have given us, practice improve our grinding skills (VOM) on that tall hunk of random man-ness. Until he starts grabbing you and you get some chilly ass vibes. And I mean the vibes that he either has a voodoo doll of you on his nightstand or he's secretly a wizard, turns you into a leprechaun and sticks you in a cage in his pocket. First degree chills right there. My plans when this happens? It's usually along the lines of dancing like a crazy person and producing absolute nonsense with your partner in crime. Not only is is fun, but guys realize you basically have slim to non 'hot' dance moves. Which I don't mind (sometimes). And they are out of there faster than you can think 'Have I seen you on tinder before?'

Can I has yo number? Really, bless YOUR soul and check your sanity on a sanity-monitor (totes a thing...) because lady, if he's creepy you step away, no matter how many shots of fireball were truly consumed. Or cups of wine. Because I like wine. #Cla$$y. If you decide that your drunk goggles are truly to blame and not your brain thinking it's okay to make bad decisions, just remember that you're obvi on the buddy system. Your great escapes can include: 1) Awkwardly wave off into the distance at a stranger (that's far enough for him to not creep, either) and pretend its your boyfriend who just went to get you more fireball shots. 2) Pretend you really can't hear him because the new Christina Agulara song about her body or something is playing and you shriek to your friend like a five year old girl getting the chance to meet one direction and you pull a 'sneak under the table' type scenario and run into the crowd on the dance floor. Is it obvious that I've experienced this before and always think about my options to scadaddle? 

There you have it. Before you hand the bouncer your ID (fake or not...), remember to clean off your drunk goggles extra freaking good tonight (spit on it a little, or something), buy handcuffs (only a suggestion) so you don't loose your 'buddy', and get your dancing pants on. Or a cute sparkly skirt is preferable, too. 

Bring in the new year creepy guy/cling free.

Have a good one, you all rock to the stars and back.

See you next year. Ha ha.

Whiney Little Freshmeat

I apologize to my readers who don't get a good laugh out of my single girl adventures. I have self respect, but sometimes ladies is pimps too. And by that I mean everyone has to have some fun.

While staying in the loop with the whole "mating" disasters, today is really no different.

Make sure to link up with some gal pals and I on thursday to tell us about your terribly horrid online dating disaster!

Meet guy. We shall call him Freshmeat Freddy. 

Background story on FF: Met him at school. Fell in love with him because he was one hundred and sixty two percent my type. What could be freakin better? I should have stopped myself from ruining my dreams right there. Granted he was a little smaller (height/weight wise...jeez get your mind out of the gutter) than I wanted but you can't get all your qualifications met. We talked, he was awkward. OH BOY EVEN MORE MY TYPE. We exchanged numbers, went to a club meeting together (woah romantic right?), texted here and there to meet up but never happened. 

Finally one night, Freshmeat Freddy and I were free at the same time. We hung out, obvi. I learned more about who he was. And what was that, you may ask? Gosh darn annoying and immature, hence freshmeat. Aka he's younger than me. I left not really wanting to ever talk to him again besides if I want something from him. Ya know... My apologies. 

It's my blog so I guess it would make sense for you to leave if you are unhappy with my life choice or want to send me hatemail. Otherwise, proceed. 

He texted me the night after our hangout (which ended terribly. He was throwing a tantrum like a child #lame) asking if I wanted to hang out again. I just played too cool to care and said that I was with friends. Blew him off, buh bye!

A few weeks have gone by and I decided I wanted to see what he was up to. Here is exactly how it went (after I said hey first):

Alright so no. I will not give you a pitty party, or rub your head or stay by your bedside and bring you soup and be your mommy and make you feel better. Like, why cant you just not freaking answer me. I probably would have appreciated that MUCH more.

Things I'd rather be doing than care about your headache:

1. Scrub off dead skin from my body

2. Blog about it (oh wait...thanks dude!)

3. Drink and proceed to tell you off about how immature you are

4. Driving into a random state filled with farm land, amish people, and trailer parks with no cell phone reception.

5. Tumblr my pathetic teenage life away

6. Take up a new sport. Maybe like crew or something? Ya know got all dat upper body strength going for me.

7. Learn the lyrics to every TuPac song. I mean that would be pretty cool...

8. Sit on tinder and find boys that would rather tell me that they think I'm pretty (oh gosh wow thanks rando) who WOULDN'T text me to complain about their headache because lets be real almost every guy on tinder is on there for the same reasons. Shout out to the dude's who actually are normal.

9.Work on my two presentations that are due next week. Which says a lot....

10. Read conversations from my ex which makes me miss him hide in a pop out cake and end up at the wrong party.

Bottom line: You are a potential hook up. Not boyfriend. Therefore, I could care less about your whiney little brain with a headache on the side.

And I'm sure we all know how my relationship with Freshmeat Freddy stands.

Granted, he's a nice guy but #OnToTheNextOne

Make sure to link up!

Alright future boyfriend, you can come save me now.

That infinity stuff you love birds talk about

How do you know when it's forever with Mr. boyfriend? No seriously, just wondering.

Is it when you can stay in bed all day, cuddle, and watch massive amounts of netflix until beyond the point of your eyes hurting? (Who says you can't do that alone? Asking for my good friend, of course.)

Or how about when you can open up to someone that you are a blogger. And they admire you and think you are so cool and they respect the fact that you open up to complete strangers (but secretly think what is my woman doing, talking to random women gossiping about their guy and lady problems via the world wide web?).

What about when they put you (sometimes) before themselves. Sure babe, I want to watch your favorite movie...or  Of course sweetie, I want to go out and pick up your favorite food when your feeling down. *I mean I'm down to have a boyfriend to bring me endless burritos. So random dude that finds my blog..if you even exist. Remember that. Just make sure you are not a creep and I can do a background check on you. Thankies.*

How about the beau that gets you your fun feminine products? Um yes you better. No question to that one. Be a man about it. We deal with days of pain (and months when preggo) the least you could do is buy us our weird lady diapers and products. Chocolate? It's a plus. Learn it and love it.

To the guy that kills spiders/insects/anything creepy and crawly, you are a forever dude. Love at first kill. That's a thing, right? Just make sure you are easily reachable at all times.

The dude that gives you a knife to protect yourself when he's not around. Ok no, you are just dumb and over protective and creepy and why are you giving me a knife? JUST NO. (read: this has never happened to me. thank gosh. long story.)

Lastly, a man that can beat your candy crush levels for you is a man who can get through anything. Alrighttttt highly debatable. But who doesn't love nice gestures of love?

So what do you think, how do you know when he's the forever and ever, can't eat/can't sleep, I want to instagram and tweet about how much I adore you everyday dude? Let me know.

Or don't. I'll probably just continue to read your blog page on how you met the one. And be a hopeful romantic. And eat a lot of popcorn. Happy single girl friday to me!

What says Single better than songs you can sing your heart out to? Thanks J.D.
Linking up with my spirit animal, Whit!

Little things in life mean the most, ya heard?

Have you ever read the book Things to Be Happy about? Or Been on the website?

Have you ever just had that nice breeze of happiness when you think about something that fills your heart with warm and fuzzies? 

Go explore the website. It will have you leaving with appreciating the little things in life more than you know.

What will you find on my happy list? Well...

Frank Sinatra. His voice, regardless of the age. It's truly timeless to me, and reminds me of my parents blasting it during car rides as a child. Clearly he has such a big impact on my life that I name part of my blog after him. Kind-of-a-big-deal? Heck yes.

Polynesian Hotel at Disney in Florida. Something about that hotel makes me so happy. I love when I get random whifs of who the heck knows what smell it even is but sometimes I find it and it brings me back to my childhood running around on a cool Florida morning getting ready for brunch at my favorite hotel. Also associated with Disney, the GREATEST place ever aka instant happiness.

The color yellow.

Smooth Jazz. Again triggers a sense that reminds me of my childhood.

Sunsets.

Singing in the Rain (the movie). Granted I love singing in the rain like literally singing in the rain, but I love the feeling of an old fashioned movie and songs.

Pageants. Psh as if ya didn't know that about me.

Cinnamon Sugar Eggo waffles that haven't been toasted. Trust me they aren't like rock hard coming out of the fridge (for whatever reason) so I eat them cold. and I am a happy child young adult.

Reconnecting with friends you haven't talked to in a while and you talk as if you haven't missed a single day.

Thinking about days at sleep away camp. 

Working at a summer camp and seeing the little girls flock to you because they admire you so much and want to be just like you.

How close I am to my immediate family.

Discovering new songs...which are soon put on repeat forever.

The fact I can basically go to ANY state and know I have a friend I could stay with.

Israel. Israel. Israel. Israel. My forever home.

(and the memories/friendships I've made on my trips)

PUPPIES. obv.

Watching home-videos/reminiscing on family inside jokes.

When my role model acknowledges me. 

The Jersey Shore. NOT THE TV SHOW. The place I've gone every summer of my entire life.

Birthday celebrations.

Old school disney movies.

Having to visit a Margaritaville every family vacation we go on.

On that note? Jimmy Buffet

Finding a new book that you just can't put down.

Family movie nights.

Summer concerts with best friends (and a summer shandy..shhh!)

Linking up with my spirit animal, Whit for back that azz up with some feel good jams.

Whoa! After writing this all down, I just feel the happiness oozing out of my fingertips.

Cool. I guess...

:)

So...

What makes you happy?!

HALLE...we're like twins!

Greetings, people that give a crap about what I have to say. And if you don't and your just skimming over my blog because it looked semi interesting and you wanted to waste time...I got ya. Sup to ya anyway.

You know how I told you I look like my best friend, and we got mistaken as twins/got free shots out of it? Well it was stellar, no doubt. But the other day after I dyed my hair (a bit darker than it is), a random old dad stopped me in Dunkin. He pushed open the door for me and I was in a bit of a frenzie rush so mind you I wasn't stoppin for nobody...except my hazelnut iced coffee (shout out to you, wonderful!). I had my back turned to him (I was walking in line) and all I heard was "Daughter...Roseanne...(Awkward Chuckle)". I turned around to face the direction of my favorite DD workers and then he was still there....looking RIGHT at me. I then realized he said I looked like the daughter from Roseanne. I googled..researched...confused...then realized I guess I sort of do with dark hair. Or at least I did with curly hair. Me and my girl Darlene...freakin' twins? Debatable!

I'm gonna go with the fact he saw my curly hair...and possible cheek bone/nose section. Or my bitch resting face. It's like a baby smirk or some weird thing. I don't know. I don't watch my resting face ever. It was probs something like this.

Then it got me thinking...who else have I been claimed to look like?

Young Meryl Streep. It's the cheek bones, I'm tellin ya. 

Kristen Dunst in Bring it on/life in general. I don't know why but I ALWAYS get this. I guess it's okay because I love Bring it On. When "Doppleganger" (however the eff you spell it) was popular, I made this exact picture my prof pic, and all my friends thought it was me (read: from a far). But it worked for me. Especially with blonde hair. 

You sock it to 'em Torr! Brrrrr it's cold in here!!!!!....

Who do you guys think I look like?! // Who are you told you look like?!

My mom's twin? Spot on.

Douche Canoe Diaries

Background: Whitney aka funniest lady to blog stalk came up with the term "Douche Canoe" in this post. Not only did I love the newly coined term, but I wanted to use it on my own. Unluckily (or luckily) enough, I was soon able to use it. Hence, leading to my first #DoucheCanoeDiaries post.

Remember how I told you I found the ex on tinder the other day?

Well this app never ceases to amaze me with all the weirdo's I find on here. 

still thinking to myself why the hell I stay on tinder but it's strictly for shits and gigs, like Mr. Ex-y pants said to me.

All these scumbuckets try to get your number in easy peasy ways like "oh hey this app makes me loose battery whats your number". And I'm like eh ok you seem normal.

let it be known I don't give my number out easily...you judgmental ladies of 'merica. 

I mean, I agree, it drains the bajeezus out of my battery and it occupies me from all the long lectures I must sit through to get a solid college education. 

Regardless..

This one guy. I stopped answering him periodically because I frankly don't need to talk to you often.

Then this happened the other day. While he was trying to convince me to come visit him and party. Halllllll to the no. 

I mean, feel free to text him hate messages and prank call him. I even forget his name...Oops. I just know he looks like a chubbier version of Mac Miller. So if your bored/into that....

I was livid. Who da eff are you to say things? I automatically tweeted about it angrily. 

YA DONT MESS WITH BLOGGERS.

Whitney replied with this:

@Sun_and_Sinatra Respond, "This number is no longer receiving texts from douche canoes. Please fuck off and don't try again later."
— Whitney Ellen (@WhitneyEllen) October 4, 2013

Ummm... so you think I'm going to answer you after that? Hahaha. Yeah. No.
Douche canoe strikes again. Like I'm sorry do you not get the hint?

Writing "Hey" with three E's is not going to help your cause, bud. 

Update: As of yesterday, he keeps texting me. I no answer. Mwahaha.

Someone please tell me to get off Tinder. 

I am just a creep magnet. 

Why I'm all like "I love my bed" (You might want to read this..)

make sure you check out yesterdays Kensie clothing giveaway!
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I'm pretty sure if you are taken, you don't miss the single life.

I'm pretty sure if you are single, you sometimes envy your "wife-d up" friends.

We all know that little Miss Rachel over here (Thats me....incase you weren't clear) was in love with said boyfriend. Things ended not too long ago and now Rachel is rocking that single girl swag. and hates every second of it. Small detail. 

Here's a story of Rachel's first awkward encounter with a boy who was interested in Rachel.

Rachel met said "Tall McSillypants" at a party recently.

(NOTE: I LOVE BEING A BLOGGER BECAUSE HE WILL NEVER READ THIS)

He was a bit 'silly' and started talking to Rachel, and naturally because Rachel really rocks, he was interested and asked for her number. Now let it be known that Rachel was completely unsure as to who Tall McSillypants even was besides a drunk dude who was over 6 feet tall. #Buhbye!

Later that week, Mr. McSillypants kept asking to see Rachel. She was obviously going to try to play hard to get. Ain't nobody got time for being easy to get. He didn't text her all day, like he said they would to make plans, and what did Rachel do? NOT CARE. She had to study that night anyway and he ended up to finally text her.  He asked her kindly (and with winky faces involved) to come hang with him. Is Rachel dumb? The answer is sometimes. She responded with let's hang out but you can come pick me up from my place, so he did. Then instead of going out around campus, like he originally said, they ended up at his dorm. And his roommate left as soon as she got there. UMMMM red flag #2.  Rachel and TMSP chatted over some stupid questions like "oh hey what did you do this summer?", "what music do you listen to?" and of course "what tv shows do you watch?". After getting by a few awkward silences, he put his arm around her. She literally cringed. Luckily enough, his hand got stuck in her hair. and benefited her awkwardness quite much so she could get away (or try) from what was going to happen next. He stared at her as she stared at the floor because she was worried what would happen next. She was wishing vomit or some magladons would pop up and put space between them. NOPE. Damn boy went in for the kiss and then super hand to the rescueeeee! His face was basically pushed in a slo-mo slap direction. #Yourewelcome. He was confused and she was filled with pride after her decision. 

After a few awkward conversations aka less than three minutes passing by, Tall McSillypants suggested he would walk her back to her dorm. Pathetic much?

Sorry not sorry Rachel put down your self esteem but you basically suck. 

And that concludes Rachel's single life swag adventures.

Don't talk to strangers, folks. 

Country Road take me home.

 Good morning! Stop your yawning and grab some coffee with this morning read.

I'll wait....

Yep. Still waiting. 

Pick me up a hazelnut ice coffee while you're at it?!

Good? Alright. Let's do this.

So I know that South Carolina (especially Myrtle Beach) is NOT considered country. But if you are a 'Joisey' (read: we don't actually pronounce it like that) girl, then you know it's a bit lot of a culture shock when you see stores with camo and confederate errrrythang. 

I spent the past (almost) week in Myrtle Beach and wanted to share my trip with you. 

*NOTE*: I ate the bestttttt crepes in the south. And unfortunately, they were TOO good to want to wait a minute, pick up my phone, choose an artsy filter that makes it look more delish (whaaaa?!), andddd then finally eat it. Yeah, sorry. I ate them twice this past week and I only regretted my decision after the fact. Nothing I could do about it then. 

Besides the beautiful southern sunsets (seen above), I got to see some awesome impersonators at Legends (A must see if going to Myrtle Beach). I watched drooled over Elvis, and got nightmares from the MJ impersonator. I thought to myself, what in the WORLD do you have to look like in real life to be a MJ impersonator?! Think about it. 

Another great thing about the south is that things are so cheap! I went to a rando discount/bargain place and bought the cutest swim top for 10.00. I don't think I've found something ever so cheep even in Target!

I also discovered the comparason between the largest hand in the world. And mine. (My baby brother, who is taller than me, also has much bigger hands than me!) Ugh. Short people problems. Can you tell lately I enjoy stealing my brother's snapback because I think I look ghetto fab. Cool right? Baaasic.

A great quote learned from this trip:

"Fish and family are the same after three days: they both stink" -Some random guy a shuttle bus.

I'm with the dude on that one. As awesome as my trip was, I'm ready for my own bed. Orrrrrr more like I'm ready to get my butt to DC in TWO days!

How funny is this?! I loveee the movie Big so this made me giggle!

Enjoy your day! And the coffee I know you grabbed ;)

grinding my gears, dawg.

Aka a post dedicated to ranting on all the things that bug me.

Sorry for saying dawg, yo.

Danggit. 

1. In the year 2013, still wishing people Happy Birthday via facebook. I was scrolling through my facebook when I realized I needed to wish a HBD to A, B, C, and D. I am biffles with B so of course I send my love. A....I went to middle school with and haven't seen in years. C....is a random person I enjoy stalking because she was a teen mom (no not on the TV show. Yes, I'm a bad person) so maybe I'll keep you, and D is my ex boyfriend from the 9th grade. Survey says....I think it's safe to start deleting people on their birthday. Happy birthday to you, sucker.

2. No-reply bloggers. I think everrrrrrry blogger can relate with this one. Unsure if you are one of these lil' boogers? Read over Jenni's post from Story of My Life. Then the world will be a better place

3. Proving I'm not a robot. Aka, CAPTCHA. Aka no. Soooo many people have these on their blogs but why! It's such a pain because I get very excited to post my extatic comment and then it's like ohh hey enter words and numbers that make no sense and this is how we will prove you're not a mechanical thingy-magig (if that's even spelled right). 

4. Posers. See I thought this was a thing of the past. Say....like middle/beginning of high school. Especially being a poser about things I love...like Frank Sinatra, other musical whoa-ers, etc. You can't just post Dave Matthews lyrics and hashtag every word relating to them and expect to become the number one fan. Especially with pageants. Sorry but no, you do not know more than I do. Unless you've competed/ know someone that has. Or are Mr. Trump of course. Psh, Phony. 

5. When real life friends and family alike find out about my blog. It's so good to know that I'm totally not alone about this, though, because I thought I was. Until reading Helene's post, I didn't realize that bloggers I look up to keep it a secret! Or try. And when the cat spills the beans. You want to run and hide, just like Lizzie's animated twin. If ya know what I mean.

shesh this is painful to look at after a while...

What grind's your gears? 

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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! :-)

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.