Had 2 Gat Ya

Oasis is over and it was supreme. I couldn't understand a word of the witty stage remarks through the thick Man accents. Shopping in HMV before the show, We saw Noel browsing through the racks, all nonchalant. After crying and sweating for 20 mins about whether or not to talk to our reason for living, we sidled up to him and were like "hi, ilu" and he grunted "uh, thanks" and walked away. It was everything I could've hoped for. Although I have a feeling it also would've been great if he told us to "fook off". Even the two cute indie boys in the store who gave us loser looks when we first omged went over and tried to chat him up.

Now that that's over I'm nose to the ol' grindstone. Moving by airplane is just stupid. How did I ever think I could go with just two suitcases and two carry-ons. Everything needs a bag of it's own, my art supplies, shoes, laptop, other electronics, books, seven for my clothes, and I've got enough scarves for a bag of their own. That's actually what I've packed so far, suitcase number one only has scarves. How could anyone be expected to go to art school with less than their full scarf collection? As if everyone didn't know that future potential friends will size me up based only on that one criteria.

That's besides everything I'm leaving home; my turntable and records, my salt and pepper shaker collection, all my stuffed animals, CDs, assembled 10 years of assorted fashion magazines (starting with Girl's Life, ending with the September Vogue), all the notes I've taken in every class since ninth grade, all my art to date, lol and my friends and family are being sadly left behind. I can't even take my spray paint because it'll explode on the airplane.

Blah blah blah, idk. New sport: talking in only the first letter of every word, with some other abbreviations thrown in for clarity.

Lol lol, soz I'm A D H. TTYL, I A G O O T S N.