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.

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.

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....

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!"

This post got a bit depressive, so here's a picture of me when I'm bored and playing with makeup :)

All my roomates are sleeping, so I should probably go to bed too.

Good Night :)


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.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

God morning, sunshine

Today is a good day. I have no idea why, but I just woke up and was so incredibly happy! The sun is shining, I actually BAKED bread for breakfast, and then I did grown-up bank stuff while eating it. And it's not even ten thirty yet. I seriously have to go and do something irresponsably and stupid now.

...And since I started writing the post the day has passed and I have.. Made homemade meatballs... The fact that I spend this much time in the kitchen is a sign that I have too much free time. Is the vacation over soon? I'd like to go back to school now.

Anyways. I went out too by a new tire for my bicycle, and came back with a book. The weather was awesome, and I actually had to take my coat off because I was so warm. In other words, things are as they should be. But my bicycle is still broken, and I still need to fix it. But then on the other hand, I have something to read. Yay.

I bought "The Night Circus" by Erin Morgenstern. I haven't heard of it before, but it looks like the kind of book I will like.

This didn't turn out to be a very coherent post. It's mainly about what I did today. Although I didn't mention everything. Like the fact that I bought tofu. And sang very loud, and very falsly while cooking.

I'm just going to go and read my book now...

Monday, October 29, 2012

I read, therefore I am

One thing I've been thinking about a lot lately is books. E-books specificly.

I read a lot. Sometimes I think I can't go to sleep if I don't read a little bit first. And I've always been reluctant towards e-books. I can see the advantages with having all your books on a Kindle or something similar. They weigh less, and take less space. But I still prefer having the actual book in my hand and read words on paper rather than on a screen.

But then two months ago I moved to Germany. My first thought when packing was "How many books can I take with me?". Because I could only take with me so much that I could fit in two suitcases and a sportsbag.  My dad just stared at me with a look that was a mix of disbelief and the thought "crazy girl!". Then he told me that I couldn't bring any books at all, but that I could download a program to read e-books on my computer. Considering my prejudices against e-books I decided to give it a try. And I didn't like it. Plus the source I used to download books was my local library and the only books they have is crime novels. It may be the most popular category right now, but it's also the one category I don't really like.

Anyways. I sneaked down the Lord of the Rings trilogy in my bags, and they kept me happy until earlier this week. When I finished the last book.

Although I thought I'd found a solution. When playing around with my phone I found this e-book program for it in the google play store. And a bunch of free e-books I actually wanted to read. And I found that I could live with reading books on my phone. Until the stupid thing stoped working.

So now it's just me and my computer. And I really don't like it.  But I have come to the conclusion that it's not the e-books I don't like. It's e-books in combination with my computer.

One month 'til christmas. I'll survive.

Sunday, October 28, 2012


To start things off, I should probably warn you. I'm terrible at posting regularly! But I'm going to do my best. Because there's a lot in my head, and I need to get it out. Plus my teacher told me to get a life. Wich I'm totally working on. I promise!

So what am I going to write about on this blog? And who am I? And What on earth is a Moomin?

Well... The Moomins is the creation of finnish-swedish author Tove Jansson. There's books about them. And comic-strips. And movies. Just google it will you?!

And I'm a Moomin. Sort of.

In Sweden (where I grew up) the Moomintrollls are mainly known for speaking with a funny accent. Beacause of my parents, I have that accent. So the other kids in school used to laugh at me and say I was a Moomin.

And now you should be able to read the title of this blog and figure out what I'm going to post here.