Ingen bra start på veckan =P

Hela dagen har bara varit jobbig. Först hade vi intervju med VD:n på stadshotellet och det gick väl inte så jättebra, otrevligare människa får man leta efter, lyckades smutskasta och förnedra oss ett antal gånger, sicken olycklig människa han verkade vara som var tvungen att visa sig så överlägsen. Men men, han kan ju haft en dålig dag, men han gjorde inte min bättre iaf. Sedan var det dags att åka hem, och bussarna i Kalmar är ALLTID minst 15 min försenade och den här gången var inget undantag (25 min försenad), var så kallt ute att jag inte kände mina fötter efter en stund...Sen väl hemma så är det svinkallt för det blåser in jättemkt i mitt rum för det är inte isolerat, så har legat under täcket å frusit i en evighet nu. Och till råga på allt så slutar mina kanaler på tv:n att funka hela tiden, har varken haft 3:an, 6:an och mtv under flera veckor nu och har försökt ställa in kanalerna igen men det står bara no signal..suck :( Så hoppas morgondagen blir en bättre dag iaf! Ska först på stan med Jeccs på morgonen sen är det första föreläsningen på den andra delkursen kl 13!  

Helgen har iaf varit jättebra, den har jag tillbringat hos bror min både i lördags och söndags, mycket mat och chips å grejjer och dataspel å film i mängder, kan inte bli så mycket bättre :) Nu i helgen kommer Cissi och Tess hit och hälsar på! Ska bli jättekul :) Vet inte riktigt vad vi ska hitta på men det ordnar sig nog! På fredagen blir det nog restaurang och kanske bio eller nåt annat (?) På lördag är det iaf fest hemma hos Charlotte! 

BTW, Ska bli väldigt intressant med 3 tjejer i mitt lilla rum hihi...

3 av historiens kanske vackraste och sorgligaste (depp)låtar med underbar text, enligt mig iaf (som man omöjligt kan tröttna på) kommer här nedanför:

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you ?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.


 
There's a lady who's sure
All that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven

When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
And she's buying a stairway to heaven

There's a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have
Two meanings

In a tree by the brook
There's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are
Misgiven

Ooh, it makes me wonder

There's a feeling I get
When I look to the west
And my spirit is crying
For leaving

In my thoughts I have seen
Rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those
Who stand looking

Ooh, it really makes me wonder

And it's whispered that soon
If we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason

And a new day will dawn
For those who stand long
And the forests will
Echo with laughter 

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow
Don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean
For the May queen

Yes, there are two paths you can go by
But in the long run
There's still time to change
The road you're on

And it makes me wonder

Your head is humming and it won't go
In case you don't know
The piper's calling you to join him

Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow?
And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The truth will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll

And she's buying a stairway
To heaven...

Life it seems will fade away
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters, no one else

I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free

Things not what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly lost, this can't be real
Cannot stand this hell I feel

Emptiness is filling me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me but now he's gone

No one but me can save myself
But it's too late
Now I can't think
Think why I should even try

Yesterday seems as though
It never existed
Death greets me warm
Now I will just say goodbye

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