what the fuck am i doing here?

So, we're back. In fact I am sitting at work right now, which is the most surreal feeling in a week that has been loaded with surreal feelings. Teignmouth - Wembley (twice) - footie with Chrissie. DUDE!
I honestly lack the capability of comprehending this. What the fuck? There is no sense in trying to explain it with words. I will have to upload some of the 400plus photos and videos from this exprerience - maybe that'll help me at least beginning to understand...
UN - BE - LIEVABLE !!!

sanity and happiness are an impossible combination

well guys, we're here. now. no need to say more. just the first pics from tinni.

ready to go!

the first picture in the new "WEMBLEY!!!" folder on my notebook :-)

can't wait to start this journey!

two...

three...

page of the week: muse sexual frustration blog

http://musesexualfrustrationblog.tumblr.com/

it's good to know that we're not the only ones with dirty muse fantasies...

next stop: WEMBLEY!

September 4th = 4 more days...

Manchester tomorrow, Tinni in five days...

getting there...

six days!

So...seven days until we're heading to England and I'm in a state of mad excitement that is one to three dimensions away from reality. Basically. I cannot stop listening to Hurts' 'Wonderful Life' because this is exactly what I feel like: never give up, it's such a wonderful life. I've always had it going on for bands from Manchester; might be because I have family there...
I CANNOT FECKIN' BELIEVE THAT THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING!!!!
Sorry. I do have these outbursts like ten to twenty times a day, with an increasing intensity. I've been looking forward to this adventure for five months now, it has put me through an insanely stressful university graduation process and now the waiting is over and Tinmäff/Wembley/Rockstar Boyfriends are nigh.
Lately it has been really hard NOT to hurry down the stairs, grab my fancy purple suitcase and start to fill it up with practically every piece of clothing i own. Unlike Marion, who is honestly considering bringing absolutely nothing and just relying on the fashion superpower of the local Primark store [located next to Rock Road, Torquay - need I say more]. Me, I'm hyperventilating on the thought that I will probably leave the one dress/skirt/whatever at home, that would be the only appropriate thing to wear for when...you know...when...oh god, I cannot even write it down.
S-E-V-E-N D-A-Y-S [there is not enough space for all the exclamation marks this statement deserves]

Muse escalation: one week to go!

In one week we gonna be on our way - just to mention it. We're both very excited and actually can't think of anything else. Can't wait to get up at 4 am to go with the first train to the airport, to have an early latte at starbucks, to travel with all the businessmen on our plane that will definitely LOVE us, to find our way through london, to leave by train, direction: tinnmäff! to see the seaside, the den, the town from our hotel room. and that's just how it's starting... i listened to haarp this morning and it felt strange and beautiful in one - is that real? yes! only one week to go!

our usual travel mode:





the weather forecast - awesome!