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).

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.

A day in my life

Because no one cares...

I wake up around nine (sometimes eight, sometimes ten). Spend some time in bed, checking facebook on my phone or just thinking about life, the universe and everything. Then I get up and make breakfast (either yoghurt with fruits and müsli, or a bananapancake with a fruitsalad), which I usually eat in my room. Because it's cozier.

Then I find a way to make time pass until lunchtime. I go grocery shopping, I do laundry, I clean or I watch youtube videos. Mostly the last one. I also stretch a bit, roll over my foam roller or do some sit-ups.

Then I eat my lunch and leave for school.

All days are different, but in general we start 3 pm, so I'm there half an hour before to stretch and warm up and say hi to everyone. We normally don't have very long breaks between our classes. There is a running joke that each break you have time to do two out of four things; eat someting, use the toilet, change clothes or talk with your friends.

After the last class we stay a while to stretch, work on choreography and hang out for a bit until we get kicked out because the school closes.

And so I'm home between 10 and 11 pm, which is when I have dinner (most often a salad with a boiled egg and a sandwich) and read some blogs or webcomics until I fall asleep.

And here's a picture of me dressed as a pink unicorn, because wine

Boardgames! Boardgames everywhere!!

So I went to a boardgame convention last saturday :)

I had no idea it even existed, but apparently it does. One of the perks of living in Germany, I guess.

Me and le Boyfriend woke up early saturday morning in order to have as much time at the convention as possible. After a quick breakfast we got on the U-bahn towards the convention. The closer we got, the more excited Boyfriend got, and just before we reached the building he was literally skipping along the street, happily chanting; "Boardgame convention, boardgame convention :D".

We managd to get free passes through a friend of Boyfriend, who worked at the convention, and so we walked into the hall and.... Wow! Not only was there a lot of booths with different companies promoting their games, there was also table after table with people just playing games. Because (and this is the best part) in the middle was a big game library where you in exchange for your ID or drivers licence could borrow any game you wanted (provided they had it of course). You could also try out games at pretty much any of the booths.

I got to play a lot of new games, but also some that I knew from before.

Sadly enough we never played Dominion even though that had been the plan. Somehow we never got around to it.

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Had this event ever taken place in Sweden, the crowd would have consisted only of hardcore tabletop nerds (and me). But here in Münich you could find almost anyone. I saw a lot of families who'd braught a picnic that they would eat between trying out new games and discussing wether any of them were worth buying. Although I think most of the people were university students who simply enjoy tabletop games.

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I think what made the day so nice overall was the atmosphere. It didn't matter if you were a nerd or not, or if you knew all the rules by heart. If you needed help, there was always someone there to help you, and if you lacked players, you could always just ask any random person if they wanted to play with you. There were even people emplyed there whose job it was to help explain the rules or be that extra person missing.

And there's so much I haven't even mentioned yet. Like the Ticket to Ride tournament. Or the Settlers from Catan bus. Or the giant Tac table. Or the Lego exhibition. The list goes on forever.

I can't wait until next year!!

P.S Unfourtunatley I was too busy enjoying myself to have time to take pictures, but I found this when I googled the Spielwiesn :)

Click here to go to the source

The thigs we do... 2.0

Woke up this morning with both my knees covered in bruises, wondering what happened yesterday. And no, I wasn't drunk.

The reason why I have all those bruises is because of floor class and probably also the guest teacher.

Floor class (for those of you unaware) is where we contemporary dancers learn how to roll over the floor. And maybe do some tricks like headstands, shoulderstands and other breakdancey stuff. It usually results in a lot of bruises in wierd places. The ting is just we're getting so used to it by now, that we don't even remember hurting ourselves. It took a lot of thinking before I rememberd that time I did that movement wrong and hit my knees in the floor.

Not to mention the bruises you get from just being plain exhausted.

And the guest teachers role in this? She had the class after floor class and decided to do a lot of floor... My muscles hurt!

Second year...

So I decided to take up blogging again. Mostly because I'm waiting for my scones to be done, but also because I don't want to do my pedagogics homework.

(I was planning on procastinating my grocery shopping as well, but we are going on the fifth day with no coffe at home and everybody are going a bit crazy)

I'm in second year now, and thereby no longer the youngest in school. :) Although I never was the youngest. But there is some satisfaction in seeing all these first years, who are still a little insecure and don't really know yet how things work at the school.

Second year also means more dancing. We are expected to know the steps by know, so now we get more time for combinations and moving across the floor. And we get partnering classes (yay^^).

Not to mention more pedagogcs... I don't mind pedagogics, I mean, I do want to teach. It's just... Its a bit boring sometimes. And we get homework. The kind you can't do last minute. I hate that kind of homework. (And I should go and do it right now!)

Things I look forward to:

•  THE WEEKEND! I know it's only tuesday, but my body is still tired from last weekend (might have something to do with Oktoberfest, but you never know...) I need rest!
• My birthday :) It's tomorrow, and I'm going to celebrate by wasting some money and buy myself a nice dinner on the way home from school. The "real" celebration though is on friday (another reason to long for the weekend). My boyfriend is cooking me dinner :)

You know winter is coming when you come inside and your glasses gets all foggy...

Also, I think the getting-a-life part isn't going wery well....

I dont know if you can see it, but I painted faces on my avokados and named them Humpty and Dumpty...