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i must warn you, though; most of what i post there will be all "i miss oxford" shit for the next week or few weeks or so. (because i miss oxford)

much love,
kyla

 I got back from Oxford yesterday, and words can't describe how much I miss it. It's all the tiny little things that I miss;
I miss walking up the stairs to get to my room late at night. I miss McCoy's runs. I miss getting completely off topic in Phoenix's class, and I miss teasing Dragos about everything from Rian to his grey clothes. I miss spending hours in Primark. I miss the street performers on Cornmarket. I miss skipping the college's breakfast and grabbing something from G&Ds. I miss actually going to the college's dinners and remembering why we always skip them. I miss slipping into bed as quiet as possible because my roommate's already asleep. I miss playing spoons and elephant master on the quad. I miss Larry's insanity. I miss Wolfpack meetings, goddamn I miss the Wolfpack so much.
Oxford was the best experience of my life. I will never ever forget it as long as I live.

Ripped jeans. Pants on the ground. Leggings. Uggs. Ed Hardy. Shirts that say obnoxious, egocentric things. Vans shoes. Neons. Skinny jeans on guys. Maternity shirts on skinny girls. 

(Pretty much 90% of the fashion at my school)

Agree agree agree. 
And not because I'd get to smoke; I don't smoke now as it is.
But not only would legalizing and taxing help the economy immensely, marijuana is completely healthy. You can't overdose, and you can't get physically addicted. (Of course, you can get psychologically addicted, but you can get psychologically addicted to pretty much anything.)

And I will stop there because if I go on a huge rant I'll get a headache.

I really need to gain some weight. I don't really care about getting physically fit (but it would be nice), but I really need to gain a few pounds. I'm only a few pounds away from being underweight, and it's not fun. I eat a lot, but I don't gain any weight. It's the most frustrating thing in the world. :/

 Yeah, I'm excited. 
Heading down to see Paul early Saturday, probably will get there by noonish? Then grabbing some lunch, hanging around Atlanta for an hour or so, then going to Piedmont Park to sit in the line for hours upon hours. But it's okay. I'm determined to get a good spot.

I'll attempt to take some pictures. I'm (hopefully) bringing my mom's camera and her super crazy zoom lens.


Also, I finished drivers ed today. Hallelujah. 

Yes. We just haven't found the explanation to some things yet. 

The Beatles.

When I was younger, I hated the Beatles. I had only listened to songs off the 1 album, and only the first few too, and I thought they were idiotic and their songs were all the same.

I'm more educated now.

I am currently holding in my hand two tickets to Paul McCartney. WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE how excited I am right now.

I need to make a sign. What should the sign say?


I'm probably not going to be close enough to even see him, but just being in the vicinity of Paul McEffingCartney is enough.


"KYLA! C'mere, lemme give you a hug!"