Totally obsessed with Game Of Thrones!

Have been two and a half years since these series invaded our homes. And I was totally caught by it.
I enjoy every episode of Game Of Thrones!!! It's so intriguing, and intelligent, and very well produced!!!
Every episode of these HBO series it's like watch a movie. The backgrounds, the costumes, the SOUNDTRACK!
I could be talking about this for hours, but I must get to the point.
I have always been certain on this fact: the books are always better than the movies.
In the case of Game Of Thrones, I honestly thought that being it a "series", it would embrace all the book's details, and little conversations, and everything. Because they make these "One hour long" episodes, and at the end are 10 episodes by season. So, how long has to be a book to leave things back, if you have ten hours to develop it?

But I was wrong.

One day I was watching a video-blog on youtube from this "Game Of Thrones obsessed girl" (more than me), and she just said a quick sentence... that changed all my perspective about the HBO series. She said:

"I really love the books, because they show you the characters thoughts and you really know their feelings, and what they want to do and why."

And my brain collapsed by a second.
Like really? With all those hours in audiovisual content, there are more things that I could know?? What the hell?!

I HAVE TO BUY THOSE BOOKS!!!

So, two weeks later, here is my collection of books "A Song Of Ice And Fire". And I really, REALLY, love them. They, in fact, have those great and hugely explaining thoughts that the HBO series don't provide.
And those are the same thoughts that make you to say: oooohhh, I understand now! That's why!

And with this exquisite lesson, I leave you this conclusion.
"The books are always better than the movies... and series".

See you later,
Jhonny.

Drawing... is not a good sign

I must begin this post saying that I'm not a great cartoonist. I almost don't draw at all. This is just a hobbie... my favorite hobbie.

The thing is that I only practice it on REALLY BORING TIMES.

If you see me drawing, sure yourself that I'm dying slowly in my chair.

I draw when a class is too frustrating. I draw if I can't hear the teacher's voice. I draw if I already know what the teacher is saying, 'cause he didn't remember that he explained the same thing a million times. I draw when I don't understand a heck about the current class, but at the same time I don't have any interest into do it. I draw when my friends (the closest ones) don't assist college, and I don't know what to do with my free time. I draw when I have to sit at the last chair because I was late. I draw when the current class is too boring for me, or my brain doesn't hits the desire to let that all absurd information get in. I draw when I feel outcast. I draw when I fall in love. I draw when my soul leaves the entire room.

So, taking one of these multiple reasons... I'm screwed. Because from this moment, I already know that the class where I was doing this... will be my dear friend in summer class.

See you later,

Jhonny.

A hard patient...

Prompt courtesy of Velvet Verbosity‘s 100 Word Challenge. The challenge, this week, is "Lackluster". 

-Hi Samuel, how’re you doing today?

-Really depressive.

-Why?

-I just feel… lackluster.

-lackluster? With that do you mean emotionless?

-Yeah.

-Don’t you feel any happiness today?

-No… not at all.

-Well, let’s begin a little exercise. You will lie down, and enter in a fantasy with me, in wich you gonna interpret glowing things. Are you ready?

-Ok.

-Perfect. Now, you are a great lighthouse. You’re really bright. Can see it, Samuel, how do you feel now?

-Burned.

-… ok, let’s try another thing. Now you’re the sun! Big, powerful, glowing, warm and timeless. How do you feel?

-Lackluster.

My weird collections... and mission accomplished

In a previous post, I showed you my "radioactive" bedroom table. Seriously, let's be honest, you could get close to it and hear the Imagine Dragons song:

"I'm waking up to ash and dust, I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust. I'm breathing in the chemicals..."

But, in the same post, I made a commitment to clean it up. So, I'm glad to show you now the results.

So, mission accomplished!!
Clean it was really hard. Only this table, was a dust factory... and I'm allergic to it. So you can figure it out in the state I finished.
But I'm proud of the results. The clothes went to the closet, a ton of paper moved to the garbage, and the things that were to memorial for me found their place in the trunk of memories. And suddenly, I meet all my weird collections again. All the collections that were hidden under that huge mess that was my bedroom.
And I smiled like a child who found his old buzz lightyear deep in the closet.

One of them, is that group of juice bottles. That's my favorite juice. My breakfast juice.
When I met it, I just began to collect all the different bottles that I was buying. Don't ask me why.
There is also my National Geographic magazines, and I include them in my "weird collections" because -and  this is a bit embarrasing for me- I only buy them to see the pictures.

Yes, I know. That sounds like a kid's attitude.

But the thing is that I find the National Geographic's photos TOO AMAZING! That magazine has the best photographers of the world! And sometimes, the articles are like pretty long and complicated -boring- for me. So, I just enjoy the pictures.

Another collection that I have, are this boxes here.

These are the boxes that survived the last cleaning.
I have this mania of keeping boxes. They just have to be colorful, with too many letters, or just have any inusual feature for me, and I will keep it.

Finally, a few months ago, I found this particular soda bottle. It was pretty vintage style, and I fell in love with it.
I began to buy them, and collect them as well. But my mom knew that it would become in another weird collection of mine, so she said to me "You will find a use for those bottles, or I will take them to garbage".
And that sentence was her ultimatum.
So, when I found them again, I remembered her warning, and I had this pretty idea.

I turned them into "One cent's saving bottles"!

My goal is get them totally full, and change them to begin the cicle again.

So, the thing is that I'm pretty happy about my room clean. And as the same Imagine Drangons song says:

"Welcome to the new age"

An age that I hope continues clean... and free of dust allergies.

See you later,

Jhonny.