Due to several cirkumstances, I'm in a bit of a pissed off mood this morning, so let's get on with the ranting!
As people may or may not be aware of is that Oktoberfest is in full swing right now.
-What is Oktoberfest? some may wonder.
Well. Oktoberfest is a beer festival that takes place in Munich during the end of september and beginning of oktober. All in all, it lasts for three weeks.
Imagine that. A party that lasts three weeks.
Appareantly the first ever oktoberfest was actually a party to celebrate a royal wedding 180 years ago.
Now this sounds fun as I write it, and it can be. Especially since my friend pointed out that the traditional costumes people wear (lederhosen and drindls) looks like the clothes the hobbits wear in Lord of the Rings, which just turns the whole thing into Bilbos birthday party.
It's just that as soon as oktoberfest starts, everything else just seems to stop being important. Which is kind of annoying when you actually live in Munich and have a normal life to lead. Even more so if you're the kind of person who gets uncomfortable in big crouds.
Now most of the oktoberfest is gatherd in one place, called the Teresienwiese, which is a
big open space in the middle of town that normally stands empty.
Although during oktoberfest it fills with beer tents, food stands and
also a tivoli. Not to mention people. This makes it slightly easier to get on with your life.
It's just that on my way to school I have to pass nerbay that area, and all the streets around it are crowded with people blocking your way. And when I'm on my way home those people are drunk. And there's even more of them. And they can't understand why you're not joining the party, because they are happy and on vacation so everybody should be happy and on vacation. Well we're not. Some of us have school to attend to. A school where, if you show up hungover you could seriously injure yourself.
I never take the subway to school during oktoberfest. One of the stations along the way is Teresienweise, wich means you are stuck with all the same drunk people on a crowded train.
Maybe I should mention that I mostly feel irritated about oktoberfest when I'm in a hurry somwhere, or when I'm crazy tired and hungry and just want to go home.
Because it does bring one positive thing. There are so many pretty girls in drindls around, that the pervs leaves us dancers alone.
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
I may be aging, but I refuse to grow up!
I was going to write a rant about Oktoberfest today, but the sun is shining, and it's my birthday and we only have four classes today so maybe that can wait. (Not to mention I will get my new super cool leotard that I bought today :D). Tonight I'm spoiling myself with take away noodles for dinner that I don't really have the budget for, but WHO CARES? Happy birthday to me motherfucker!!
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
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:
(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 :)
Saturday, December 8, 2012
I survived!
Examination is over! And I've recoverd from my hangover that I'd like to blame on the adrenalin although there might be som alcohol involved...
So someone might be curious how a dance examination happen. Well. I woke up in the morning, rolled out of bed and in to the kitchen, where I found this:
Which immedatly made my day a little better.
After a shower and som lunch I went to school.
First we had a warmup with our modern teacher. It was the one we normally do, only our teacher had to remind us to breath a few more times than normal. And then the exam started.
Our teachers and the school headmasters filed in and sat down by the mirrors. The music was turned on. And we danced. To be honest, I don't remember much of it. I just went for it.
The hardest part was switching modes. From doing ballet exercises to do a modern combination and then a Fosse-inspired jazzcombination.
It all went well, I know that much. But I turned my brain on in jazz. I started thinking. I fucked it up. At least the last pirouette.
After one hour it was over. At first everybody cheered and hugged and jumped around, but then the adrenalin slowly disappeared and everybody turned quiet. We sat on the floor waiting for the teachers to end their conference. Dreading it, beacause when they were finished we'd have individual talks with them.
People cried. I was one of them. I'm not going to tell you why or what exacly the teachers said, but some I will share. Like my jazz teacher told me to find fire and try myself out. Which is basically code for "get out of your head". Suprise!
And I was asked why I dance. That's what's been occupying my mind pretty much ever since (save for my drunkest hours last night) and that was what I was going to write about today. But I think this post is long enough as it is, so I'll save it for later.
Anyways. The day was a bit of an emotional rollercoaster, and it ended with a swiss fondue party in a (swiss) classmates appartment. Pretty good ending if you ask me.
So someone might be curious how a dance examination happen. Well. I woke up in the morning, rolled out of bed and in to the kitchen, where I found this:
After a shower and som lunch I went to school.
First we had a warmup with our modern teacher. It was the one we normally do, only our teacher had to remind us to breath a few more times than normal. And then the exam started.
Our teachers and the school headmasters filed in and sat down by the mirrors. The music was turned on. And we danced. To be honest, I don't remember much of it. I just went for it.
The hardest part was switching modes. From doing ballet exercises to do a modern combination and then a Fosse-inspired jazzcombination.
It all went well, I know that much. But I turned my brain on in jazz. I started thinking. I fucked it up. At least the last pirouette.
After one hour it was over. At first everybody cheered and hugged and jumped around, but then the adrenalin slowly disappeared and everybody turned quiet. We sat on the floor waiting for the teachers to end their conference. Dreading it, beacause when they were finished we'd have individual talks with them.
People cried. I was one of them. I'm not going to tell you why or what exacly the teachers said, but some I will share. Like my jazz teacher told me to find fire and try myself out. Which is basically code for "get out of your head". Suprise!
And I was asked why I dance. That's what's been occupying my mind pretty much ever since (save for my drunkest hours last night) and that was what I was going to write about today. But I think this post is long enough as it is, so I'll save it for later.
Anyways. The day was a bit of an emotional rollercoaster, and it ended with a swiss fondue party in a (swiss) classmates appartment. Pretty good ending if you ask me.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
December has come!
Which means it's almost christmas. Yay^^
I've put up dekorations in my room, and already been to one christmas party. Plus the christmas calendar on swedish television seems really nice this year. One of the awesome things about internet. I can still watch it although I live in Germany.
So all in all, this sunday has been really relaxing, a nice break from all the other days this week.
Our examination is coming up. As a matter of fact it's on friday. And although I've told everybody, including myself, that I'm cool about it, I'm not. And I don't know why. They're not going to kick anybody out, and I know my thecnique is pretty good. Still, I'm nervous. And not just a little bit nervous, as you are sometimes, but it borders to anxiety. I know I'm not the only one. One of my classmates is going to a theraphist beacause her anxiety started to give her physical pain. Luckily, I'm not that bad (yet). I think the reason why I'm so nervous is that I'm afraid that I wont be able to show them the best version of me. Which is just silly!
I know the steps, I have the thecnique. I just need to get out of my head! Show them some personality.
It's all gonna be alright.
I just wish I wouldn't have to do jazz in my ballet clothes.
I've put up dekorations in my room, and already been to one christmas party. Plus the christmas calendar on swedish television seems really nice this year. One of the awesome things about internet. I can still watch it although I live in Germany.
So all in all, this sunday has been really relaxing, a nice break from all the other days this week.
Our examination is coming up. As a matter of fact it's on friday. And although I've told everybody, including myself, that I'm cool about it, I'm not. And I don't know why. They're not going to kick anybody out, and I know my thecnique is pretty good. Still, I'm nervous. And not just a little bit nervous, as you are sometimes, but it borders to anxiety. I know I'm not the only one. One of my classmates is going to a theraphist beacause her anxiety started to give her physical pain. Luckily, I'm not that bad (yet). I think the reason why I'm so nervous is that I'm afraid that I wont be able to show them the best version of me. Which is just silly!
I know the steps, I have the thecnique. I just need to get out of my head! Show them some personality.
It's all gonna be alright.
I just wish I wouldn't have to do jazz in my ballet clothes.
Monday, November 19, 2012
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....
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| I dont know if you can see it, but I painted faces on my avokados and named them Humpty and Dumpty... |
Sunday, November 18, 2012
The things we do...
Told you I was bad at updating!
So it's kind of late (not really, but I have school tomorrow), and I guess that if I actually went to bed I would fall asleep... Or not.
What I wanted to talk about in this post is the crazy things we do to our bodies. And I train to be a professional dancer right now, so my opinion of crazy is probably a bit more crazy than the opinions of "normal" people. I think I draw my line somwhere around Crique de Soleil (which you should totally check out if you haven't already!).
Why do I bring this up now, you may ask. Well.. Beacause my shoulder hurts. It didn't earlier today, but now it does.
Why does your shoulder hurt, you may ask. I'll tell you.
Right now I dance more than I have ever done before! Beacause before school always got in the way. But now it's a full time dedication. And so my body is not entierly used to work so hard. But I ignore that and push myself a little harder. And it pays off, so I push myself even more. (And last friday I asked my ballet teacher if she too could push me some more). All this now results in my body starting to protest. By inflicting pain.
It all started friday morning. I woke up, my neck stiff as usual (beacause I seem completly unable to relax my neck muscles) and then I felt some pain just under my shoulderblade. I ignored it, went to school, and did one of my best ballet classes ever. But then came floor class.
For those of you who don't know it, in floor class we pretty much practice crawling, sliding and rolling on the floor.
Anyways. I lay down to practice a roll when the shoulder pain hit me like someone had stabbed me in the back with a knife. I carried on for a minute or so, ignoring the pain, but then it became too much and I had to quit. A classmate poked me in the area that hurt and gave the verdict that the muscle was extremly tense. So now I have spent the weekend lying on my massage balls, getting massage and trying to relaxe (when I wasn't out bying more massage balls). And it's better. But it still hurts if I take too deep breaths or laugh too hard.
I'm really just wondering how much I'll be able to dance tomorrow. Maybe I can tie the arm beloning to the hurting shoulder on my back and only use one arm. I could work in ballet, but i would probably kill myself in modern.
A normal person would probably stay home and relax or go to a doctor. But to quote one of my jazz teachers "If you want to dance, don't go to the doctor!"
All my roomates are sleeping, so I should probably go to bed too.
Good Night :)
UPDATE:
My go-to-bed-plan didn't really work out as... Well. Planned. When I was going to turn off my computer I realised I had this unfinished jigsaw puzzle that I needed to finish. And now my vrist hurts because I had it in an uncomfortable position. Thanks, Felicia Day.
So it's kind of late (not really, but I have school tomorrow), and I guess that if I actually went to bed I would fall asleep... Or not.
What I wanted to talk about in this post is the crazy things we do to our bodies. And I train to be a professional dancer right now, so my opinion of crazy is probably a bit more crazy than the opinions of "normal" people. I think I draw my line somwhere around Crique de Soleil (which you should totally check out if you haven't already!).
Why do I bring this up now, you may ask. Well.. Beacause my shoulder hurts. It didn't earlier today, but now it does.
Why does your shoulder hurt, you may ask. I'll tell you.
Right now I dance more than I have ever done before! Beacause before school always got in the way. But now it's a full time dedication. And so my body is not entierly used to work so hard. But I ignore that and push myself a little harder. And it pays off, so I push myself even more. (And last friday I asked my ballet teacher if she too could push me some more). All this now results in my body starting to protest. By inflicting pain.
It all started friday morning. I woke up, my neck stiff as usual (beacause I seem completly unable to relax my neck muscles) and then I felt some pain just under my shoulderblade. I ignored it, went to school, and did one of my best ballet classes ever. But then came floor class.
For those of you who don't know it, in floor class we pretty much practice crawling, sliding and rolling on the floor.
Anyways. I lay down to practice a roll when the shoulder pain hit me like someone had stabbed me in the back with a knife. I carried on for a minute or so, ignoring the pain, but then it became too much and I had to quit. A classmate poked me in the area that hurt and gave the verdict that the muscle was extremly tense. So now I have spent the weekend lying on my massage balls, getting massage and trying to relaxe (when I wasn't out bying more massage balls). And it's better. But it still hurts if I take too deep breaths or laugh too hard.
I'm really just wondering how much I'll be able to dance tomorrow. Maybe I can tie the arm beloning to the hurting shoulder on my back and only use one arm. I could work in ballet, but i would probably kill myself in modern.
A normal person would probably stay home and relax or go to a doctor. But to quote one of my jazz teachers "If you want to dance, don't go to the doctor!"
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| This post got a bit depressive, so here's a picture of me when I'm bored and playing with makeup :) |
Good Night :)
UPDATE:
My go-to-bed-plan didn't really work out as... Well. Planned. When I was going to turn off my computer I realised I had this unfinished jigsaw puzzle that I needed to finish. And now my vrist hurts because I had it in an uncomfortable position. Thanks, Felicia Day.
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