jag hatar håltimmar

sitter i skolan och möglar snart.
ska ha bild om en halvtimme och sedan emsemble.
och jag är den ända i min grupp här
great (y) haha kommer säkert få sluta eftersom det verkligen inte går
att spela i grupp med en person haha, fyfan vad fail av skolan att fixa ihop
denna grupp alltså, 3 skolkare som aldrig är där+jag&malin ENDAST
kan inte smälta att min skola är universums mest korkade alltså hahaha

om jag nu slutar efter bilden ska jag minsann hem och städa mitt rum som jag började
med igår, men av någon anledning blev det bara mer stökigt :( fattar inte hur
jag lyckas haha


bra album ja  :*

Hello darkness, my old friend;
I've come to talk with you again.
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone, 
Narrow streets of cobblestone.
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night, and touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never shared. 
And no one dared disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools," said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might lead you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed in the wells of silence.

And the people bowed and prayed 
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls, and whispered in the sounds of silence."