Once the clock strikes midnight, it'll be four days until I leave, five days until I go to Reykjavik, and six days until finally meet Josefin.
I have never been more excited and nervous all at once than I am at this moment, obsessively thinking about these three things. I haven't left the continent in FOUR YEARS. Four years, guys. That's a long time to be stuck in Americanada (wut). What if I make a social faux-pas? What if I get lost in the middle of Iceland? Oh well.
I am thrilled.
I am scared.
I am going to go watch Pasila to take my mind off it.
Kyösti Pöysti = love.
Catch you on the flipside,
~M
About Me
- Marlo
- My name is Marlo. I am seventeen years old. I live in Canada. This blog mostly exists to document the preparations for my trip this July, and then to document the trip itself. A more personal blog, though friend locked, is at my livejournal. :) I suppose I could add you as a friend if you really wanted to read it. I think ONJ, ABBA, Pokemon, writing, Julie Andrews, Australia (especially Melbourne), Sweden, Tarja Turunen, Iceland, Pygmalion AND My Fair Lady, video games, singing, acting, learning languages, and the like are all mad rad. People say I'm good at writing and such; I beg to differ. I am fifty different flavours of ridiculous. Hopefully, one of those is french vanilla. I love french vanilla. I make no sense until about 5 edits after my original train of thought. This profile is basically just brain vomit. All the boys I like get taken. I feel lonely a lot, but I don't at the same time. My hero doesn't dress in spandex suits, but rather everyday clothes. My best friend lives in sunny California. Yeah. That's about it.
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