Guardians of the Galaxy (and some other stuff)

I've made a deal with myself that I have to write something every day. To make my writing better. Because I love to write. Because that's why I created this blog to begin with.

So now I have to write something.

A rewiev?

I went to see Guardians of the Galaxy yesterday.

I want to start with saying, that even though I'm a geek, I'm not a comic book geek. I haven't seen all of the other Marvel movies. Actually I've only seen one; The Avengers. And I didn't really like that one.
But I did enjoy Guardians of the Galaxy (or GoG as I'll be calling them from now on). And my slightly more geeky friend agreed that it was better than The Avengers. It was more colorful, more comic book like. And it was defenetly more humoristic. The whole audience was laughing at several occasions.

My main problem with the movie were the villians. They were too flat. And throughout the movie I never understood why they were doing what they were doing. The only explanation seemed to be "because they are evil" which is really just a bad reason. Sometimes there would be a hint about vengence being an underlying reason, but never more than "... For what he did to my father, and my fathers father..."

But then on a positive note, there was no romance subplot. Even though they did have the typical womanizing hero meeting hot tough girl, they never hooked up. And I love that! Because I often find that the romance takes away from the main story, especially when (like in the case of the Hobbit) the writers make one up so they can attract a bigger audience (or because they feel there has to be one).

And before I saw the movie, I was afraid the racoon would only be there to attract cuteness points, but he turned out to be pretty badass.

So to sum it up; An enjoyable movie, which has flaws, but they can be overlooked. 4/5 fishies.

I never was good at writing rewievs. But I guess practice makes perfect (or at least slightly better)

Finally got the batteries charged in my camera :)

I'm also back in Sweden for the summer (wheatherwise, last day of summer is predicted to be tomorrow, then it's getting rainy and miserable again). Tomorrow I might go blueberry and mushroom picking with my parents. Visit wild nature and the sea (the things I miss the most in Germany).

A short break

You know how I'm always complaining about my bruises and how my body hurts. Well, I think this is my worst so far. This is from sliding across the floor.

We're in full rehearsal for the show in Gasteig in three weeks, plus normal classes, so it's tuff. But fun. I have bruises on top of my other bruises right know because I keep geeting my legs tangled up in the costume. So I'm using a mild hangover to get an excuse to spend the day in bed, eat take out and watch some Doctor Who. And rest. Mostly rest.

Meeeh

Were going to meet some people and eat at a bar grill pub place where they serve good food as well as coctails and other alcoholic beverages.

Original orders was that it was an intimate casual event.

Then boyfriend called and said that the number of people attending had increased and the dresscode had gotten fancier.

Now I'm just staring at half my wardrobe spread out before me on my bed and wondering what to do...

Or I don't get dressed at all and stay home.

I'M NOT GOOD WITH DESCICIONS!

Embracing your inner nerd

When I was a kid, I was one of those who wanted to be one of the cool kids. I wanted to feel popular. But being a nerdy bookworm was always more fun than to try to figure out how to fit in with the populars. I wanted to talk to them, but I had no idea what they talked about (not Harry Potter, I knew that much...). I wanted to play with them, but they never seemed to play. And slowly it dawned on me that being popular in school must be horribly boring. It's all about keeping up an image. Standing in a corner of the school yard during recess freezing your ass off trying to look cool rather than wearing ugly thermo pants and maybe get a bit dirty, but having the time of your life doing so because guess what; you defeated the dark lord.

I would sometimes listen to the conversations cool* kids would have. I can't really remember what I heard, but I remeber thinking that it was boring.

One conversation I do remember. We were fifteen. I was sitting outside a classroom reading, and they were further down the hall. They talked about how drunk people had been the last weekend. And how fun it was. And that was it. "Fun" for them was basically acheiving alcohol, hiding out somewhere and then drinking it. I still don't see how that is fun.

Meanwhile me and my friends had spent the same weekend making dinner together and then most likley rewatched lord of the rings and drunk several liters of tea while talking about life, the universe and everything. I still enjoy that.

I think my point with this post is that, while I used to feel hurt when my sisters teased me for being a nerd, at some point in my life I came to realise that that is what I am. I enjoy thick fantasy novels. I love discussing specific deatails in Lord of the Rings, comparing the books to the movie. I have Doctor Who posters on my wall. I still play with LEGO.

And I'm freaking proud of it!

Because that is part of me. And that allows me to not only buy that dinosour sweater I saw and fell in love with, but also proudly wear it in public :)

Let's talk about the weather

Moving south was probably the best decision I ever made!

Now I know that if you look on a map over Europe, Munich is techniqally more central than south, but it's south compared to where I'm from.

And 20 degrees C (68 degrees F) - which according to the weather app on my phone is the temperature outside - in March, is pretty amazing when you've spent most of your life in Scandinavia. Not to mention when I logged on to Facebook today and saw the pictures of the snow that covers my hometown at the moment. Whilst I myself was lying outside tanning.

Stole this from an old classmates Facebook. Sorry.

Not to mention the guy I know in northern Sweden who complained on the temperature being -9.3 (15.26 in Farenheit) where he is today.

So yeah.

I'm going to take this moment to go and have Ice Cream outside now :)

Partynight

This will be a rambling post because of a slight hangover I may eventually suffer from.

I'm not actually a partygirl, but for some reason I have been out partying two weekends in a row now. Last weekend because it was Fashing (a big carneval thingy here in Munich and some other places), and that meant a chance to party like a unicorn

 

 Literally

 And yesterday my sneaky friends invited me to watch the finale of "Melodifestivalen". The swedish competition to decide who to send to the Eurovision Song Contest. We made it fancy with a fancy dinner. And coctails. I had planned on maybe one coctail, and then go home to bed. That one coctail turned into a whole bottle, and before I knew it I was out clubbing.

At one point in the club there was a guy with a very... special way of picking up a girl. When I first noticed the guy he was standing right in front of me, about two meters away, pointing. At me. Using his whole arm. It was so unexpected me and my friend couldn't help but laugh at him. And not only that but a moment later someone tapped me on the shoulder. When I turned around another guy was standing there saying "My friend..". About there I stopped listening and, still laughing, shook my head and said no.

It may be dark in a nightclub, but if you point like this I can still see you. (I know this is a picture of Obama, but it was the best I could find.)

I haven't had a guy sending his friend to ask me out or if I want to dance since I was twelve. 

But I have to give them some cred. Other guys tried to pick us up by dancing behind our backs thinking we would notice and find it hot. And others tried the "why introduce myself politely when I can touch you butt"- technique. But when that wingman came up to me all I had to do was say "no", and he said "ok" and left. It makes me happy. For once a simple "no" was enough! No trying to convince me or calling me bitch for not wanting to dance. I was left to keep on having fun and enjoy myself with my friends.

And so I landed in by bed six o'clock this morning with a smile on my face.

And woke up four hours later feeling not great, but that's beside the point.

Freak out!

Finally friday!!!

Two more classes before I can relax and put this stresdful week behind me. And freak out about next week instead.

Earlier today we had our solo performance, and there's really nothing worse than having to take class after that. Performing in general is draining emotionally and when you're alone in front of an audience doing something you've created yourself it's even worse. So taking class afterwards and being yelled at is not the ultimate thing to do. You may be so tired that you are close to tears, but for now all you can do is to suck it up and work.

UPDATED: Ballet was horrible, but then our jazzteacher brought out a cake and promised to let us eat it after class. Suddenly life became a lot easier. :)