Oh. Dear. Sweet. God. Or whatever I place my faith in (we're kind of up in the air about that presently).
You see these bands?
Ignoring they're idiotic names (Crazy Lixx and Wig Wam respectively) I've found my summer soundtracks. God bless Scandinavia and their sleaze/glam bands. I honestly wouldn't know what to with myself without them. Well, I probably would do my work but let's see, awesome catchy rock-out music or boring 288 page book I have no interest in? Oh gee, 'tis a conundrum. I will pay for this dearly tomorrow but for now, I blast music and bounce around my room and try not to wake my sister and mom.