E x a m s, B u r n i n H e l l .

I'M DONE!!!

That's right, that's right, that's right. Finals are officially finished (for me) and I now look forward to four days of lazy bliss. I in fact plan to fill this time doing all the things a healthy teenage girl enjoys most;

HOUSEWORK!

READING!

SPENDING HOURS ON THE INTERNET!

WATCHING JAPANESE DRAMAS!

WATCHING GOSSIP GIRL AND LIE TO ME!

BUYING MANGA AND TAKING THINGS BACK TO WALMART!

EATING!

Life is so so so sweet.

s u n l a n d i c t w i n

w h e n -i -g r o w- u p,

I want to be Kevin Barnes.

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Except, I mean, I'd be a woman about it. I'm not personally into the whole transgender thing; painful and useless as it would be. But what a party, you know? I could perform naked (not that I would) or make out with random gay guys ('cause I would) and it would be seen as usual behavior! Plus, Of Montreal is already so undeniably talented and loved, that an imposer - myself - could come along and fake it. No problem. If the imposer - again, that's me - were to SUCK musically, the fans would appreciate it as:

a) an experimental sound;

b) emotion-expressive vocal art;

or c) drugs.

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And everybody would forgive Kevin Barnes for being a total junkie because he's fucking Kevin Barnes.

Très vraiment oui bonjour. Right?