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]