5 reasons why you should NEVER date me.

I'm single again, so a couple weeks ago I was just thinking about what to post, and I came across with the idea of writing the how-I-went-back-to-single-again story, but I thought that would be a little distasteful for MANY people, so I decided to post about some of the little things I THINK someone else might find annoying about myself and my habits. Not a pro-con list, but just a "con-list" if you can call it like that. So, shall we begin?

1. I'm a musician.

This one might be considered like a pro, also, 'cause that gaves me extra points for romanticism (at least I think). EXCEPT when you are actually capable of getting past the "ZOMFG you're a MUSICIAN?!" crust and look into THOSE FILTHY DETAILS:
-I hum. ALL THE TIME. Like, for real, and if I'm not humming, I'm singing out loud. It might be just a song that I happenned to remember at the time, or one that I'm actually listening to, or just really some random tune with random lyrics over it, it can be anything. And I can't help it, it usually happens when I'm distracted, or bored, or stressed. The worst thing about it is that people might actually think I'm not paying attention at all, even when I am. And if I'm not actually humming or singing, MY BRAIN IS. IT JUST FUCKING NEVER STOPS.

-Too much time at pubs. Either playing, soundchecking or gig-dealing, my night life basically sums up to night clubs and pubs, and when I finish that gig, I usually rush back home 'cause I'm so tired that I really don't feel like doing anything else.
-I have to carry shitloads of equipment. AND I'M GONNA ASK FOR HELP.
-EXPENSIVE equipment. I wish I was a regular girl with regular expenses. You know, shoes, purses, clothes, makeup. I mean I do spend on it and I like it, but usually my money goes RIGHT INTO MY GEAR INVESTMENTS. Strings, picks, straps, cables, spare parts for guitars, microphones, stands, pedals, amps... so might your god helps you if you HAVE to give me a present, 'cause that shit's expensive. You probably would like it more to return to the classic girlfriend gift list, trust me, it WILL be better for your pocket.
-I'm going to die poor, filthy and wasted.

2. I'm ridiculously honest.

If I don't like something, YOU WILL KNOW, for sure. Not because I'm gonna make you notice it by the way I act, BUT BECAUSE I'M GONNA TELL YOU, right at your face. That's the way I was raised and I'm sorry, you should probably blame my parents for it. Sometimes I've been at the dangerous limit between honesty and pure rudeness. It would be just ok if my "not-to" list wasn't as stupidly long as it is, and not so filled with nonsense-based points.

3. Punctual is not exactly my second name.

I get late basically EVERYWHERE. I was born with a 2-week delay (true story), so go figure. Not only that, but I have also a crazy wild imagination which derives to an overflowing creative spirit, SO I MAKE UP THE MOST INCREDIBLE, AWESOME EXCUSES.

4. I'm a mess of a person.

I swear. A lot. Like all the time. Even when I'm not supposed to, I do. And I know it just sounds awful on girls, but I seriously don't give a shit about it. It's like "hey, it's me, if you don't fucking like it then don't talk to me, bitch". Also, I'm not organized, my room is a mess, my life is a mess, my lifestyle is a mess, even my relationships are a damn fucking mess. I'm a declared quitter, a coward, and a lazy cow.

5. If procrastinating was a professional degree, I'll have a Master on it.

You're reading the proof.
So, I'm gonna die poor.

Please reconsider, for your own good, PLEASE.

Sometimes I feel I am like this.

Maybe I overreact a bit.

I swear I don't need mental help.
I FUCKING SWEAR IT.

Just follow the highway.

You DO know that everything comes to an end. I used to think that end between us had to be the death of one of us, that nothing else could make us fall apart from each other.
But I was wrong.
What really has dragged us apart is my own path. The road I've started to follow. And YOUR road. The one you don't want to walk. The one you keep avoiding no matter what.
I can't pretend I will follow the same road as you'll do, or that I can walk it for you. You have to realize that on your own, and TAKE THE WHEEL. For your own sake. And I'm sure you're gonna be happy as long as you do that, because in that moment you will be LIVING YOUR LIFE. Just like that. It doesn't matter if you live it with someone else, I just want to see you fullfilling your dreams and getting everything you want.
I don't care about the rest, as long as you don't stay at the same place you're now. 'Cause then I would be sad. So please carry on. There's many surprises awaiting you down there.
Me? I will carry on. I am trying to take my wheel whilst making some sense out of what happens around me. I try my best every day to live my life in a way it makes an impact on something, somewhere or someone. And you know what? I'm enjoying it like crazy. Even though you're not here by my side. Even though I have to give a little extra something to smile and be as cool as always. Like if nothing had happened. It did, and it hurts, 'cause ripping you away from my life broke something inside me. I'm not sure if you and me are two parts of an equal but I do know that I LOVED YOU and I gave you EVERYTHING I had. 'Cause that's who I am, I can't give half of myself. And that's probably wrong but it's a long habit I can't get rid off that easily. I guess I would never do.
Luckily we both will keep living and the roads of life have many curves. Maybe one of those curves drags us close to each other again someday. Maybe not. But meanwhile just LIVE. That's the only favor I'm asking. Don't wait for nothing, not even for me. I'm going forward. And I don't know what's gonna happen tomorrow.

(Perdón por amar un buen tu foto, neta perdón. Here's the author's FB fanpage)

My life right now.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON WITH MY LIFE.
I might tell you later, once I figure it out.
I need alcohol, SO MUCH.

A quick one.

FUCKING HELLA BUSY WEEK I'M HAVING.
Right now my  laptop clock says that it is 12:01 am.
This is probably the only blog entry I'm gonna give you this week 'cause I'm EXTRA DAMN BUSY. Seriously, as I write this my eyes are doing their best to avoid I stay up late, but what the hell.
My social service program already started, despite all the trouble I went trying to actually find something decent and not absolutely boring to do. I got to go to college everyday, as always, as member of a supporting team for diffusion of cultural activities inside the Arts Faculty.
Also I'm trying to get a car for us to go to set the location of our upcoming video along witth the crew and check times and makeup artists and dressing (it's good I have our manager Cintya to support me and the girls in this kind of things).
But the best part is that we're having TWO gigs this week: one on thursday and the other one on friday. We're performing for the first time a song that we finally get to finish (SO much trouble with it) aand that should be about everything. PHEW! I give you both nights flyers, thursday and friday:

This is thursday.

This is friday.

I'm pretty sure there are actually PEOPLE out there reading my blog. Please prove you're not just bots and leave a comment anywhere, really, you can send me a post it if you like. Either that or...

SUBS-FUCKING-CRIBE

Thanks for reading.

Just me and my obsession with buses.

To-do list when I'm riding the bus back home.

That bus gets really REALLY crowded at the time I'm heading back home, so I just made a little list of things I have to do BEFORE, DURING, and AFTER the bus ride. Yeah, maybe I'm just a freaky bitch.

BEFORE:

1. Quick check from the outside of the bus if it is HEAVILY crowded. Because always, on that bus stop where I take it, waiting with me is the same fucking load of people who's ALREADY on the bus. So if it's really crowded I wait for the next one.

2. Check the time. If it's too late (usually bus service stops circa 9:00 pm) there's NO WAY I could avoid getting into popping eye hardcore filled buses.

3. Make sure my school Id. (for discount) is at hand but not VISIBLE to the driver, because those sneaky fuckers will run away from you if they see the Id, preferring not to give you a lift and lose a passenger than charge a reduced ride fee.

DURING:

1. The very first thing I do is sit on the best spot possible. usually I rather the middle back of the bus, since I can control and check the seats stock nicely over there and it's not that bumpy as the last two or three last rows of seats. AND it's close to the back door.

This is a poorly drawn version of where I always choose to seat.
Exaggerated. Of course I'm not really that cute.

2.Check the number of seats available and make a quick statistic of the number of people getting up and down at each stop to know if by the end of my ride I will be able to get off comfortable and properly or if I will have to get my shit together and make use of violence.

3.At this point I either doze off thinking about the crabs or go all nervous and pissed and think about the best way out in case of the end of the world coming, or a zombie apocalypse, or many terrible possible scenarios.

4.Stand cautiously from my seat and quickly check if nothing fell from me or I'm forgetting something on my way to ring the bus bell.

5.Make the stop considering the time lapses between the ringing, the monkey driver NOTICING I'm ringing, and the time it takes for him to slow down and stop without hurting anyone around. Then I jump off, kneel on the ground, cry, and kiss it fervorously.

AFTER.

1. Finally, when I'm safe and standing on solid ground check again for cellphone, keys, purse, or other stuff I had before the ride. Also check if there's no lice from the headrests of the bus or any strange object on me.

I SWEAR I DON'T NEED MENTAL HELP.

Random Modeling Session With a Friend Photographer.

Nothing to write about last week. Just the thing with the video for "Bullet Casket", the script is awesomingly good and we will be recording the first scenes PRETTY soon :D
I'm gonna just share a couple pics I got yesterday from a photo session with a friend of mine from college, I really liked them, I hope you can post some reviews regarding my model work (I felt a little stiff, it was early and didn't had the time to prepare as properly as I should). Enjoy!
Photography: Sergio Arturo Perez Martínez.

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My face is sooo weird

Meeeh :P

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