Throwing Punches at Ocean Waves

I think it's about time that I actually update my blog and write something with sense. I've been itching to write about hell week but seeing that I rarely have time to do anything else than a crap load of my plates, I just had to postpone the writing and stock up all the stories to tell. Not that I've been doing anything interesting lately but you know the drill right?

To start off this little "rant", last week I've been trying really hard to organize every single day of my life with things I have to finish and when they're due. Lucky me had to stay up three consecutive nights just so I can submit these paintings / collection of drawings / digital art / package design mock up of a cereal box and a freaking cut-out toy / photographs / ads / animation on time. So far, I've only done the emphasized ones. I still need to work on the photography and animation plates I have for my professors who are actually siblings. Ugh, they're too nice, they actually sort of let their students bully them! Please ma'am and sir, don't be like that. Anyway, I'm obviously craving for sleep on most times so I try to catch some Zs whenever I can. Like on the way to school; two out of three of the rides I take to get to school I actually get to nap. It's perfect because by the time I get to school, I'm like the freaking Energizer bunny we all can't seem to get enough of when we were kids (or maybe that's just me).

You might just start accusing me of how I'm faking the whole sleepless nights thing. Well I'm not.

Exhibit A:

Trying to keep my eyes open on day three. Give me some credit, guys. I look like a zombie minus the bite-mark.

And just so I could continue to humor you guys, this is me the week before.

Exhibit B:

See what I mean? I actually looked quite decent in this photo. But now my eye bags are basically screaming bloody mary.
Well I hope I humored you enough that you guys would actually like to comment.

*Clears throat* While hell week has been going on, there might have been a couple of changes in regards of my musical choices.

Remember back in 2007 when nobody gave a shit about independent experimental rock music and then all of a sudden in 2008 that's all people ever cared for? Oh yeah, I'm talking about the scene / emo phase. Some of you might not have gone through it but I sure have.

When I was in high school, I never really know that much people whom I can talk to in regards of music. There are actually around two people who did listen to the stuff I did (Shout out to Miguel and Paula!). Back then my playlist was made up of Panic! At the Disco, Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, Saosin, and Circa Survive. The time I got off that hell hole (I graduated in 2007), I started widening my horizons. Meaning I started listening to Bring Me The Horizon, Blessthefall, The Devil Wears Prada, Pierce the Veil, Breathe Carolina and the likes. I know, it's sort of out of character for me but hey, this week has been absolutely gore-y for me so why not let the tunes be in line with my mood? It helps keeping me awake and surprisingly enough, no headaches came.

Right now I am embracing my seventeen-year-old self. It feels good to be back to that phase actually. I'm in college now and still, nobody seems to share the same taste (in music) as me. I bet you a thousand bucks I'd be back to listening to The XX in no time.

Okay, I've been rambling. Enough of this. I need to go back to work.