Meet my dog.

My whole life I've been used to have dogs. Right now my house is under control of two of this awful beasts. Today's post is about one of them, Nana the Schnauzer.

Nana came into my life when her original family gave her into adoption because... well you will see why. So they actually offered her to my mother and due to reasons, she ended up being MY dog. I'm the one who takes her off to walk, and pick up her shit, she sleeps on my bed and everything.

The reason why she's so special to me is because... well... SHE'S NUTS.

Her character is really something. The day I met her she actually jumped at my face to bite my nose. I was standing on my doorway. Coming from the street.

Besides her daily fights with either her tail or her back paw, she also likes going out to the street and barking to neighbor dudes, doing their usual neighbor stuff AT THEIR OWN GARDENS.

Yes, my neighbors are really poorly drawn.

I'm afraid they don't find this as hilarious as I do.
One of the best things about sharing my vital area with another live being is that I find myself also sharing things like my own bed, which, actually, to this point, IS HER BED.

Seriously, is like having a husband but without the sexual part. She's hairy, she smells, she's demanding, she farts and burps (A LOT) and growls, and drools, and vomits...
Of course she's also like my very own personal living alarm clock, 'cause she always, every single morning at 9:00 AM, scratches my door for me to get my ass off bed and take her out to pee. She's a rabid monster, a hairy mofo with razor sharped claws, bad breath and worse mood.
God I love her.

My birthday.

SO. I just turned 24 on november the 28th. Every single year, since I'm 18, I throw a party for my birthday. And this year wasn't the exception. BUT IT WAS A LITTLE  DIFFERENT.
I was a little reluctant about doing this party home, 'cause I live like in suburbia, away from town, and it's a little hard to get here if you don't have a car, but I really didn't had any other place to do it, so I called all the buddies I could -I like, how'd I tell you, MASSIVE RABID HARDCORE PARTIES- came home, and waited.
After a while my friends (my usual, all-time, best-of-the-best friends) arrived, and those 8-9 people are JUST ENOUGH to make a hella big mess, so the party began.
This is a graphic summary of how my party went, chronologically.

SO NOW, there are several theories of what happened during that blackout. All I can tell for sure is that someone knocked on my door, I opened it, and a huge bunch of people dressed in black came in. A facebook acquaintance, which my friends say I asked him his name around 5 times, along with his friends. Then my dog went all crazy and ran away, so we went chasing for her. I said "we" but what I did was actually stand in my yard for I don't know how long, waiting for my friends to get her back home. They found her so we went inside again. 

Then black. 

Then me, my girls, and the bathroom, with me throwing up, of course. 

Then my angry mother, pulling me off the floor, yelling at me and locking me inside my room. 

Then black, again.
And the next morning. A burning hell, made a huge mess, having to be awake before 11:00 AM and heading straight down a soundcheck for a gig that same night.


MY BIRTHDAY ALWAYS FUCKING ROCKS.

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.

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.

Democracy is kidnapped

We're sad, but not dead.

WE WON'T STOP MOVING

Corona Music Fest Querétaro 2012... I HAD TO DO THIS

I didn't go trough so much of a trouble thinking about my first entrance.

My hometown is quite a small city. But a city, anyhow. There's the social groups and economic groups that every city in the world has. But Querétaro has quite a big trouble.

THERE ARE NO ROCK CONCERTS.

Rocker community began to grow not so many years ago. I think it was because Querétaro was that kind of little town that quickly got the attention from people who lived at more populated cities, and they began moving here, that the music scene grew a bit, along with the city. That was like 15 or 16 years ago, I think.

When I became interested in all this music issues (that was like 8 years ago) we still had NO ROCK CONCERTS, properly said. All we had back then were small indie gigs where local indie bands played, at barely legal -if not illegal- places. Warehouses, empty lots, parking lots, abandoned car washes, and the such. For the big things we had to travel to México City, that was the only way you could enjoy rock concerts. Paying expensive tickets, traveling 2.5 hours in bus and maybe 1 more in Metro.

All of it has been growing steadily, up until this point. The big theaters (2), the big stadiums (1) and cultural centers (2) are used for different purposes: soccer games, charity hangouts, and bull fightings. THAT'S IT.

Now festivals the type of CMF had been celebrated at Querétaro no more than 4 years ago. So we have really no excuse or explanation that makes ANY sense for what happened yesterday. Everything was going just fine, the bands were just as good as you'll expect at a provenzal city. The beer was surprisingly good and surprisingly at normal cost. The trouble, I think, was that they served the beer in CARTON CUPS. Cups that later found the way up to the sky, over the people, filled with dirt. And then filled with any liquid. And after that with stones. They threw stones to the people in the front row, like me, my boyfriend and our friend. And then, they took it to the bands.
Nortec Collective, the band I went to see, just played half an hour. They decided to stop after four songs because the trumpetist was nearly hit with a cup of dirt.
Plastilina Mosh, one band of the headliners, stopped playing after THE FIRST SONG.

My two bands, the two bands I went to see completely stopped playing, they felt disrespected and I went to waste my time by a bunch of f***ing glue-inhaling kids.

There were no security, the local police certainly can't handle 30,000 people.

Later today I found out that flying dirt-filled beer carton cups weren't the biggest trouble AT ALL. There are 206 people injured by white weapons, AND 2 girls RAPED. Nice.

I think the major trouble was that the tickets for this festival were given for free in the purchase of a six pack or some crap like that. So, really, anyone, and I mean ANYONE could enter. I saw it. I saw kids, I saw moms, pregnant chicks, older adults, EVERYONE was there. And we can't handle it. There is no rock concert culture in Querétaro, sadly. They think they're at a Gallos Blancos soccer game or something like that.
So yeah, for me, I'm done with free concerts, for real.