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.

To a best friend.

Hey you! happy birthday, I know you gave me a way better gift for mine, but this work was

A REAL PAIN IN THE ASS. 

So, hope you like it.

I might not say this often but I'm glad you're my friend, I'm glad I can count on you whenever I have real problems, and I'm sorry for all those bad times I might have put you through, I'm certain that whatever they were, it was not my intention to hurt you or make you feel bad in any moment. Maybe I'm just a bit of a big mouth.
Next year will be better, take it for granted.
Lots of hugs.

PS. I'm sorry I made you look kinda like that Sailor Moon guy.

C-C-C-CHRISTMAS TIME!!

I know, for many many many of you Christmas is a consumist-oriented holiday full of hipocrisy. A time of the year that you don't really enjoy because you end up spending your time with people that, despite blood relationships, they have absolutely nothing to do with you, you don't give a single crap about them and they probably don't give a single crap about you, either.
And you might be right. And maybe I'm agree with all of you, 'cause I do feel there's a lot of bullshit going on this time of year, but you know what? I've come to realize that the real problem here is PEOPLE.
So let people fuck with each other, and try to worry and send your love to the people you really care about, they will appreciate it.
I'm one of those who decided to not give a fuck about nothing at all, eat like a starved politic refugee, and practically swim in vodka-based cocktails while singing ridiculous chaotic christmas carols, knocking down Santa Claus's and Virgin Mary's figurines, bugging the fuck out of my relatives and doing a mess with the tree decorations.
Why?

BECAUSE I CAN.

And my message to all of you out there who shove your heads into your turtle shell through the whole season:

Have a wonderful christmas, get so drunk that you don't remember practically anything at all.

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.

Don't cry. *Updated*

I don't even know how to start telling you this without looking like a passive-agressive bitch. I know what I want to talk about but I'm not sure how should I do it.

There was a time I thought I could get anything if I struggled hard enough for it. Turns out things are not always like that. 

There was a time I thought I could represent something for someone. Turns out that I always seem to give too much of myself.

I've always thought that women should be a different way of what they actually are, and I always forget the fact that they're not. And in the meantime I became my own type of girl, and it doesn't matches the rest. I can't stay still waiting for something I want to come by itself. I just go after it. No matter how much it takes. 

I can't manage the fact that there are quiet shy girls that never chase after ANYTHING, and apparently life seems to give them all. A good job, a good lifestyle, good friends, surrounded by good people that loves them and takes care of them and they're always at hand in case they want or need something.

'Cause I'm not like that.

I'm not shy, nor quiet. I became an alpha female, a pack leader, a little bit of a lone wolf. It may seem great but being like this comes with a prize. Which is the fact that you realize that you could never, EVER, become like those girls, and that no one is going to be there and offer you EXACTLY what you need or want, when you need it or want it, because they know you're going to go find it by yourself.

But it is not always like that.

There are certain things you can't get just by yourself.

I don't think it's fair.

I'm getting tired of being a predator.

****UPDATE****

This is one of those songs you come across randomly in your mp3 player and all of a sudden you realize they say EXACTLY what you want.

TELL THEM, GORDON.

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.

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.

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.

The pros and cons of a dead mobile.

Two weeks ago (aprox., I am REALLY lost in time and space since the following event occurred) I was having lunch with my boyfriend at a local market seafood joint, and I (of course) didn't finished my grape soda. I closed the bottle and cleverly STUCK IT INTO MY BAG.
The bottle was not properly closed.
So it was GRAPE SODA FUCKING FLOOD inside my bag, where I keep my keys, my wallet, some useless variable junk, makeup... and of course, --it can't be any other way 'cause I'm so terribly smart--, my FUCKING MOBILE.
So long story short, my mobile is an asshole who doesn't like grape soda at all and died. In my mind it was like those kid's toys which emulates cellphones but they have water in them and with a couple buttons you can make the water flow to move little plastic rings and make them go trough some little plastic sticks, but instead of water mine had grape soda and instead of two big buttons it had a qwerty keyboard.

Anyways, I've been living my life without a mobile, and if it wasn't because of internets, I would be completely isolated and will probably be living at some farm feeding on my chickens and pigs and having kids. But I don't want to be an unfair pesimistic jerk so I made a pro-con list of having no cellphone.

It does sucks.

I HATE riding the bus. I HATE IT (updated)

I just had to say it.

*UPDATE* I forgot to tell you guys, tomorrow (19 july) at 2:00 pm (México hour) we'll be doing a live stream from a Wolf Season rehearsal over Twitcam, make sure to follow @wolfseasonband on twitter so you can watch it! :D

Democracy is kidnapped

We're sad, but not dead.

WE WON'T STOP MOVING

Last week summary

Amigdalitis.

My night table:

I couldn't go ANYWHERE, not even to the grocery store.
Of course I felt like this:

So this weekend I'm gonna be like this:

Being sick sucks ass.

Gloomy Sunday

I don't know what to write about today.
Probably you'll say "well if you don't have anything interesting to say it's better not to fill your blog with garbage"... but if I don't write anything the stats will fall and I will be sad so I prefer making you read any rubbish that goes out of my mind. Yeah I'll probably come up with something to write about in further paragraphs.
My life lately has been like frozen up. School is finally coming to an end, I'm going to present a few extra exams, social service, and I will be officially out of college. Some paperwork after, I will have my title (which won't do shit for me, actually) and I will be on the search for my second career and a job. BUT college politics are at the fullest as each faculty is electing their directors and campus administrators are allegedly wanting to mess with the elections and stuff and everything is kinda slowing down, I don't even know where my auditions are or when they will be. I haven't study a single bit. I just want to forget about everything and everyone and just move the fuck on. But apparently I will be stucked there another year.
On another matters we should be getting an appointment next week with a cool guy nicknamed Pastas. He's an audio engineer who did all the sonorization for a show at Zeppelin Music Factory. We will be rehearsing with him and making general structures of our songs, that he wants to record. So, soon we'll have material decent enough for massive distribution and maybe even a music video for promotion, so look forward to it, it'll be fun.
See? I did came up with something in the end.

Tomorrow's monday :(
Hey if you could give me a hype in lookbook.nu it'll be awesome: http://lookbook.nu/look/3570349-As-simple-as-that :D

A blog made just for ranting about EVERYTHING.

I was a little worried about this blog entry, ‘cause you guys would probably start thinking that the only thing I can do is complaining about pretty much everything. So I tought a little positivity wouldn’t be bad from time to time. I seriously tried to find something good to write about. BUT… life’s usually a bitch. And I can’t be Mrs. Brightside, no matter how hard I try.

I’m not going to exaggerate. I don’t think I have the right to say “FML” because I’m not blind or paraplejic or something like that. But you know, sometimes I think either there’s a God who actually find hilarious playing with me, or I just have a suck-ass bad luck.

I’m gonna go –for the sake of my own mental health –with the “life has its ups and downs” rubbish, ‘cause this week has been a total pain in the ass, but –as hard as this seems to me –it REALLY could’ve been worse. At least, even when the guilt for all of this lies upon OTHER PEOPLE, the fact that I can still keep going is because there were OTHER PEOPLE there with me, supporting me and my choices –which as a band leader it can only lead to stress –giving me help even when I wasn’t humble enough to admit I needed it and listening whatever I wanted to say. So thanks guys, seriously you’ve been my spine in moments like this when someone can’t do anything else but dissapointing everyone. David, Sam, Melissa, Mariana, mum & daddy, thank y’all.

Luckily with all of this bad moments my inspiration seems to be flowing just good – really ironic when you know that Wolf Season really doesn’t have a bassist anymore –and I finally ended my parts on a new song called Poison Flowers. I’ll talk about it in another entry maybe. Also I managed to get together a new Lookbook.nu photo (which at this moment should have about 0 hypes, haha) and today David and I went to a “photo-walk” to a pond which is near my house. I felt so much better practicing my photograph.

There’s only one thing I want to say before feeling reeeeeally good:
FUCK YEAH SPRING IS ON BITCHES!!!!!!!