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Hm, lots of things happen. Some of them I make happen. But I'm not sure what type of person I am because of it. I hope I'm good, even though I do some bad or hurtful things.
About my weekend:
On Saturday I helped out at the Pokemon NM-tournament that my friend Eskil arranged. My job, along with Maiken and Tove, was to help little kids (and some bigger kids and even a few young adults) download exclusive and sought-after pokemons to their GBA's. It was really simple, all I had to do was plug in a cable and push a button. We were also supposed to walk around in a huge Pikachu-costume, but unfortunately some kids ripped out one of his eyes a few hours into the tournmanet. So that was the end of Pikachu. But the costume was too big to fit through the doors anyway.
We also handed out pins and picked up garbage.
Simon was the judge for the 15+ age group and looked very cute in his Pokemonprofessor-coat.
The whole tournament was exhausting. We got up at six o'clock and arrived at the hotel where the tournament was held at a quarter past seven, where we discovered that all the tables and chairs were misarranged. Since the registration began at nine and there were about a hundred-and-fifty people expected to play plus their siblings and parents and what-nots, this was major stress. And apparently there wasn't any staff available to help rearrange except one lone, very confused receptionist. So I rolled up my sleeves and got to work. More people arrived not long after. And somehow, even with the shortage of tables and limited time, we managed to properly rearrange everything and hang up banners and posters without too much delay and without much help from the hotel staff. Or hotel-receptionist, rather.
(And then all the computer-stuff got ruined because the power shut down. What a headache!)
The Nintendo-room was extremely hot and humid, and us three Nintendo-babes had to sit there for fours hours straight. None of us - from the head judges to the nintendo-babes - got anything to eat before half past three. Subway gave us free food, but eating a baguette with a whole jar of pickles and lots of sour dressing unfortunately didn't do much good for me as a first meal of the day.
Still, absolutely all the contestants were so good and well-behaved, and all the kids (save from the ones who killed the Pikachu-costume) were so polite and nice. I didn't encounter a single brat all day - which is amazing considering the huge queues in the nintendo-room, the temperature, the crowded space and all the excitement and energy. Very nice children all around. Yep.
The winners are going to Florida for the World-championship this summer (August, I think?) and the the second- and third-place winners get lots of Nintendo-goodies and a scholarship.
As payment for the job all the staff get a Nintendo DS Lite. I plan to sell mine seeing as I have no interest in any sorty of gaming save the Sims and Tetris - and I need the extra money for Paris. But I got to play with one, and it's very sexy and Apple-like. So it's a little sad that I'm selling it, but ah well. Moneymoney.
On Sunday I convinced Simon to go see the Da Vinci-Code with me. It sucked so bad that I felt like going down on my knees and kiss his feet as an apology afterwards. The actors were okay (Audrey Tattou is lovely and played her first role in English great, and of course sir Ian McKellen is wonderful) and the visual stuff was great, I loved how they did it everything there and I liked the music even though it was really pompous. But.
Butbutbut. None of that could conceal the fact that this is a movie based on an extremely bad book. Dan Brown's writing is cheap and cheesy and silly. The theory with Maria Magdalena is interesting enough, but the story is dumb and the characters are flat and the dialogue is ridiculous. You can't make a good movie if the story utterly fails. I'll make no secret of it. I loathe Dan Brown's books.
But I'm looking forward to visiting Louvre. :D I've only been there once and I can't even remember what I saw. But I'm NOT seeing the Mona Lisa again. Talk about overrated painting, geez. Da Vinci was great but I don't really think his paintings are what made him amazing.
Now it's back to my art-exam. I'm trying to write a poem with them fancy letters. Calligraphy is hard and all my letters end up looking a bit awkwardly shaped and crooked. Well. I wasn't made for meticulously written letters...
About my weekend:
On Saturday I helped out at the Pokemon NM-tournament that my friend Eskil arranged. My job, along with Maiken and Tove, was to help little kids (and some bigger kids and even a few young adults) download exclusive and sought-after pokemons to their GBA's. It was really simple, all I had to do was plug in a cable and push a button. We were also supposed to walk around in a huge Pikachu-costume, but unfortunately some kids ripped out one of his eyes a few hours into the tournmanet. So that was the end of Pikachu. But the costume was too big to fit through the doors anyway.
We also handed out pins and picked up garbage.
Simon was the judge for the 15+ age group and looked very cute in his Pokemonprofessor-coat.
The whole tournament was exhausting. We got up at six o'clock and arrived at the hotel where the tournament was held at a quarter past seven, where we discovered that all the tables and chairs were misarranged. Since the registration began at nine and there were about a hundred-and-fifty people expected to play plus their siblings and parents and what-nots, this was major stress. And apparently there wasn't any staff available to help rearrange except one lone, very confused receptionist. So I rolled up my sleeves and got to work. More people arrived not long after. And somehow, even with the shortage of tables and limited time, we managed to properly rearrange everything and hang up banners and posters without too much delay and without much help from the hotel staff. Or hotel-receptionist, rather.
(And then all the computer-stuff got ruined because the power shut down. What a headache!)
The Nintendo-room was extremely hot and humid, and us three Nintendo-babes had to sit there for fours hours straight. None of us - from the head judges to the nintendo-babes - got anything to eat before half past three. Subway gave us free food, but eating a baguette with a whole jar of pickles and lots of sour dressing unfortunately didn't do much good for me as a first meal of the day.
Still, absolutely all the contestants were so good and well-behaved, and all the kids (save from the ones who killed the Pikachu-costume) were so polite and nice. I didn't encounter a single brat all day - which is amazing considering the huge queues in the nintendo-room, the temperature, the crowded space and all the excitement and energy. Very nice children all around. Yep.
The winners are going to Florida for the World-championship this summer (August, I think?) and the the second- and third-place winners get lots of Nintendo-goodies and a scholarship.
As payment for the job all the staff get a Nintendo DS Lite. I plan to sell mine seeing as I have no interest in any sorty of gaming save the Sims and Tetris - and I need the extra money for Paris. But I got to play with one, and it's very sexy and Apple-like. So it's a little sad that I'm selling it, but ah well. Moneymoney.
On Sunday I convinced Simon to go see the Da Vinci-Code with me. It sucked so bad that I felt like going down on my knees and kiss his feet as an apology afterwards. The actors were okay (Audrey Tattou is lovely and played her first role in English great, and of course sir Ian McKellen is wonderful) and the visual stuff was great, I loved how they did it everything there and I liked the music even though it was really pompous. But.
Butbutbut. None of that could conceal the fact that this is a movie based on an extremely bad book. Dan Brown's writing is cheap and cheesy and silly. The theory with Maria Magdalena is interesting enough, but the story is dumb and the characters are flat and the dialogue is ridiculous. You can't make a good movie if the story utterly fails. I'll make no secret of it. I loathe Dan Brown's books.
But I'm looking forward to visiting Louvre. :D I've only been there once and I can't even remember what I saw. But I'm NOT seeing the Mona Lisa again. Talk about overrated painting, geez. Da Vinci was great but I don't really think his paintings are what made him amazing.
Now it's back to my art-exam. I'm trying to write a poem with them fancy letters. Calligraphy is hard and all my letters end up looking a bit awkwardly shaped and crooked. Well. I wasn't made for meticulously written letters...