Valentine's Day Activist

Alright so I am about to drop quite the controversial statement...

I LOVE Valentine's Day. 

I love it so much. What is there not to love about a day dedicated to chocolate, flowers and items covered in pink hearts?! Oh ya, and love. 

I had this conversation with my friends the other night, during my "GALentines day" party, which I hosted so we could all get together, drink some red sangria, and play weird board games (typical rachel get-together).

As we stuffed our faces full of the rather dense (almost hockey puck-like), vegan/GF chocolate cake I made, we talked about how strange it is to encounter humans (term used lightly?) that don't like Valentine's Day. I completely understand when people say "I don't need a special day to show someone I like them" but in reality, if you aren't giving your bf or gf small, foil-wrapped chocolate hearts on a daily basis, then ya, you do.  

So for those of you who have a significant other, make sure to be extra sweet on the 14th and be generous with those kissy-faced emojis. You don't have to go overboard, but a 600 dollar Tiffanys necklace sincerely written card can go a long way.  Those of you rockin' that single status hard this V-day, just use this opportunity to show yourself a little self-love 💗

Rachel 

Published Princess

Holy crycoggle 

One of my articles actually made it into my universities campus newspaper! 

I wrote a little something on dating, which technically makes me a "dating expert" now. 

The only BAD part about getting this published is that I have had handfuls of people texting me now asking if I was "Jenna". NO! The answer is most definitely NO! 

Although, I did ghost a guy after three dates and then ran into him while walking down the stairs at Urban Outfitters, which was a truly traumatizing experience. 

Happy Reading! (article linked below) 

http://www.capilanocourier.com/2018/02/05/ghosting-trend-dating/

Cute but Psycho

Have you ever wondered about ways you could spice up your relationship?

I have, and probably don't follow my advice, ever. 

It happened about two months into my relationship. We were obviously getting comfortable around each other (which is apparently normal). He was away on a golf trip with a bunch of friends, and I was going to a glorious flow yoga class on Thursday evening with one of my best friends. After the class, I opened my phone and saw a couple of texts from him asking how my day was and how yoga went. NOW let's remember that after exercising, especially in a sauna, your brain is not quite working properly. So I tell my friend, "I'm going to reply to **** and tell him I had a heart attack!"... at this point I was thinking I was pretty darn creative until my friend says "Rachel that is not funny at all, why would you do that?"

Okay so my idea wasn't that well received but when has that ever stopped me?

I formulated the most believable text message saying "Hello, this is Rachel's mother, Linda. Rachel was at hot yoga with her friend tonight and suffered a mild heart attack. She is at Lions Gate Hospital right now, and is feeling okay."

Hahahaha I can only laugh when I type that out. I am so hilarious. Especially because he had never even met my mother so this was technically their first interaction.

I really did not expect him to take it seriously but he did, because apparently a "heart attack" is not something you can joke about. I was definitely in the dog house for a couple of hours but I am pretty charming so was able to get out of it quite easily. 

MORAL of the story: unless you are really charming, like I, probably do not fake a life threatening injury to keep things new and exciting. Sometimes comfortable things are fine, like watching 4 hours of Shameless together while you eat a pint of dairy-free Ben & Jerry's  in front of him. I suppose if I were to give you any legitimate relationship advice though, perhaps write him a love letter, or give him a massage, or book a night at a local hotel for a stay-cation.

Seems a bit boring to me but whatever. 

Rachel 

Proud Owner of a Bland Face

Why am I here so early?

A memoir by Rachel Moore 

PSA to any student, anywhere, in their entire life, do not ever sign up for an 8:30 am, 3-hour philosophy class. Especially if your loved ones compare you to a sloth on a regular basis since you need at least ten hours of sleep a day to stay functioning.  It is now 7:40 am and I am sitting in the corner of the cafeteria building, wearing a Nike hoody with just a bra under it! I didn't even put on a shirt! That's how much I don't care right now. Actually, I even looked at my eyes in the mirror while doing my makeup, and thought for a couple minutes about putting mascara on, and decided against it. I figured the bare-eyed look would make me look a lot busier and rushed than I actually was. This is something I did on a daily basis last term until my mom told me "you look so bland without mascara so please just wear it". 

I have worn it every day since this conversation last November, but she was probably exploding inside this morning from the impact of my bland face. Except it's not THAT bland because I used highlighter instead of blotting powder on my nose so I'm looking pretty shiny--just a small tactic to distract my philosophy teacher enough to end the class early because her eyeballs hurt)

But anyways, I should probably go grab a third coffee and google some sloth images since this blog post has me feigning for a sloth-fix now. 

Happy Tuesday ☕️

Rachel 

Giving Birth to a Blog

Holy sh*t I am proud of myself.

I have been sitting on this idea for about a year now, and on this mild, overcast, "Hump" day, I took the faithful leap. Why did it take me an entire year to make a pink-themed blog with a damn witty title? Because I was waiting for the right time. I would say I had some decent material, such as a trip to Bali (that really could have gone better), getting accepted onto the Bachelor Canada, and becoming a (then) single, dog-mom of one. But nope, I was set on waiting for the right time. I have since learned that creating a blog is probably pretty similar to having your first human baby. I don't imagine that there is ever a "right time" for that. I think people just slip up eventually and are like, "alright, I guess we are doing this." HONESTLY I couldn't think of a better analogy for starting my own blog.

So where do we go from there? Naturally, right into a paragraph about how I ate my entire lunch at 10:00 am this morning  how I GAVE UP on watching the entire Bachelor franchise forever, this week. Now this wasn't at all a New Years resolution, but after putting some thought into it, this epiphany I had was much more important than the "drink more water" and "be more thoughtful" resolutions that I previously settled on (not actually). I have been slowly but surely falling out of love with the Bachelor, and the Bachelor Canada over the past year for a slew of reasons.

I always told myself that auditioning for the show would not ruin my favourite guilty pleasure, and I wish I could explain why it did, but I signed that silly piece of paper called a "Non-disclosure Agreement".  I know you all are shocked that I am honouring that, but it is simply just a tease. I'll illegally share all the details in a couple weeks once I know more people are reading. If you are gunna break the law, you gotta make sure lots of people are watching. Cool points. 

Side note: Real friggin' content with my decision to ghost the entire casting and production team one week before filming because Chris the Bachelor was a cloned version of my brother, Jake.  Not only would it have been weird vying for the love of someone who could have possibly been one of my siblings separated at birth, but he had major commitment issues and a questionable side-body tattoo.

But on a more important and relatable note, what the fuck is Ari doing as the Bachelor right now? I am not even sure if Ari is the issue here or if the girls ABC picked for him is really erking (that's a word right?) me right now. I couldn't say a single, bad thing about any of the ladies on there, since they are all gorgeous, but why did a 22 year old apply and get casted for a 36 year old Bachelor? Lady, you are signing up for an early enterance into old person things! Like Ovaltine, Goldbond cream and Boost Shakes. Bless your soul.

Also, reason 3 of 6835 of why I am done with that reality franchise is that I am really just ready for my own Teami blends endorsement on Instagram. Now, I did order that tea, shortly after the Teen Mom's started their sponsorships, and it definitely tastes like dirt and dyed my teeth brown, but I feel like you have really made it in life if you have an Instagram Tea endorsement. I physically, mentally and emotionally can't handle the jealousy from that anymore, so I am done.

Anyways, I should probably start my reading for my sociology class that starts in about 6 minutes instead of working myself up like I already have.

Stay tuned for my next post about how I need at least 11 hours of sleep or I can't function  about something else floating around in this brilliant brain of mine.

Rachel ❤️