Life Is A Pigsty

What will happen when I die
Will I pay for all My crimes
Because sometimes I did fail, although I tried to try
Will You remember me this way
or will the picture change
It's too late to go back; oh it's much too late
when I was young I didn't care, I was busy crawling down the stairs

With the voice I thought was mine
I didn't sing, I mime two words that almost rime
well those where confusing times
Will You remember Me this way or will the picture change
It's too late to go back; oh it's much too late
When I was young I didn't care, I was busy crawling down the stairs

Please don't forget Me when I'm gone, 'cause my life must have some work
And please forgive me if im wrong
'cause I didn't mean to be all wrong

I didn't mean to be
No, I didn't mean to be
I didn't mean to be all wrong
I didn't mean to be
I didn't mean to be
No I didn't mean to be


Jag tror inte riktigt ni förstår hur pass tråkigt mitt projektarbete är. Det är verkligen sjukt tråkigt. Min plan är att bli klar på fredag. Jag borde verkligen bli det. Jag har däremot ett litet problem som går ut på att jag egentligen bara kan plugga riktigt effektivt på nätterna. Eller ja, det var så förut. Sen kom facebook.
Aja, de närmaste dagarna ser ut så här: Vakna, trött som ett... Jag vet inte vad. Frukost + stor kaffe. Skola. Fixa divere saker på stan. Hem och sova. Äta middag. Plugga till sen natt. Repeat. Hälsosamt. Destruktivt.
Nu fixade jag iofs tillgång till SU's bibliotek och databaser. Det kanske underlättar lite.
God natt.