How to Hit on a Guy

1. Arrive belligerently drunk.


2. Scan the area for the cutie without the booty.

3. Zone out into outer space. This is the easiest way to make eye contact with nearly everyone in the bar without knowing.


4. Approach the cutie without the booty. Make sure to act very cute, almost to point of being stupid.



5. When he begins to introduce himself, don't reciprocate. Instead wrap yourself in his shirt.

6. Look into his eyes and tell him "you're pretty", and proceed to steal his beer.

7. Congrats, you hit on a guy and have a free beer.

Steps compiled by Sheena and Aileen. Photos by Yacki. Model I think wants to be unnamed, but thank you too.

Obviously, Doctor, you've never been a 13-year-old girl.

I really want to smoke a cigarette. It's not even dark out and I feel like I lost the only bit of sanity holding me together. I guess quitters never win.

99 problems and a dick ain't one.
I wake up late for class and unable to make it since class has already started. My mother asked "does it matter if you go to class anyway, and since you're up why not go to the gym". Of course it does when your GPA determines whether or not you stay at Hunter. My phone which I put under my pillow to make sure I was never late again (didn't work did it) was being destroyed in my dog's mouth. My crazy brother was having a tantrum and punching walls, and I had to get out of the house before I lost it. I never received a time change for this gig I had at the 'Burg, so I ended up losing it because my phone was being damaged. Once in the 'Burg (remember I was not aware of the time change) I decided not to waste the trip, instead of hanging out this kid asked if I had pills. NO I AM NOT A DRUG MULE! Pissed, I head home.

Did I lose it? Yes I think I lost it today when this older man sat down next to me on the train telling me he would love to get head with lips as full as mine.

What happened next. I yelled pervert at him, went to the next train cart and listened to my IPOD all the way home. But I don't think I lost it then, I think I lost it when I realized that FEDEX came today and was unable to deliver the package because my inconsiderate brother does not stop playing his video games for anyone, and I mean anyone. So I cried. Only for a little bit because crying doesn't get you anything.

And let me tell you something else honeypants... ranting does not help the cause. Especially ranting on a blog, so please no pity. Just get angry with me at those in the way, because it honestly feels like someone is trying to push me down, and that is not going to happen. Yes, I may cry just a bit but it's part of the process of getting me where I need to be within the next year (weather girl on CW11). There are people who are smart and beautiful and funny and live a life of ease. I know super unfair. But what is really unfair is that they taught us the word and taught us that everyone has to be treated fairly. Fuck that, how about teaching us that in life some people have a little extra than us and yes it is unfair, so we should just deal with it.

That's why I stopped crying, and started to deal with it. I may have wasted a morning/semester, but the day/semester is not over. And no, I'm not going to waste money on a pack of cigarettes because of this stress-out. I rather waste it on more Marc Jacobs thank you very much.

Not the White Ranger!!

Apparently Skylar Deleon, known for his wonderful work on Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers, went crazy. This just goes to show not to act in children programs or else you too will kill for yachts. Do the research if you don't believe me.

I had a huge story planned out on this guy, but this story was suppose to run last Thursday. So out with the old and in with the new. New meaning, if I have a book in my hand, sunglasses on, and my IPOD (half-way from full blast), and continue to distance myself from you that I guess it means "Yes, please talk to me because I've been dying to listen to you". Because that is exactly what happened. As soon as the train arrived I got myself a spacious two-seater in a half-full train cart, and low and behold the kid/guy/man/whatever follows me and sits next to me. I had to move my book-bag for the guy, and not to be mean or anything but he could used an upgrade on his deodorant.

I figured that if I just kept reading and zoned him out, kept quiet and made no eye contact I would be safe.

And then, I sneezed. Dammit.

He saw his chance and took it with the opening line "what's your sign?"

What?!? Homie, if you're going to go through the trouble of making me super uncomfortable at least have the decency to give me a good pick-up line! And let me tell you, it all went down hill from there.

Another thing, if a girl makes up/has a boyfriend and says no to wanting to be your friend (let's be real now), why continue asking her to be your friend. A fake number only will follow suit.