My suitcase is almost packed. The only problem is that about 70% of it is filled, but I haven’t really put any clothes in yet. Trouble brewing, I’ll tell you… But there’s still over a week left. To pretend everything is A-ok.
When I’m not running around, trying to get everything done before I need to leave, I’m listening to Marina and the Diamonds. Yes, I already kind of wrote about her, but now that I’ve been listening to more of her songs, I can see that not just one, but almost all of them seem to be describing me. It’s actually a bit creepy. Has she somehow managed to break into my head and steal my thoughts and hopes and fears? Or rather, how is it that her autobiographical songs are so completely relatable to me? I’ve never had that with any artist before.
In any case, she’s basically the only pop star that I’d really want to meet and talk to. She seems to have substance – which just happens to be nearly identical to mine. I’m intrigued.
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