Vad tycker jag om denna låten... texten:NEJ! Min stil?:nej. Svängig: ja.

På något sätt måste jag säga att jag gillar den lite, vet egentligen inte varför dock. Texten gillar jag iallafall inte! Videon tyckte jag sög så mycket att jag inte ville lägga upp den här (dock lite rolig var den). Låten är svängig att lyssna på men som sagt...texten... -_-

3OH!3- Don't trust me

Har upptöckt ett stort övertag på min spoitify. Det är väldigt stor utklassning. Jag pratar om antalet tjejartister vs killartister (+band). Ungefär 90% är väl killar typ (om inte ännu mer O.O)

ca 6 stycken är det bara på tjejer ^^ Och då går jag efter huvudsångaren. Om vi räknar killarna så är det för tillfället... ca 38 och det ökar med jämna mellanrum ^^ Sen har jag flera låtar under dessa killarna (och några tjejer med) men räknade varje band endast en gång :)

Så killarna leder stort alltså ^^ Och de ökar som sagt ^^

Här kommer en engelska uppgift som jag gjorde. Det är väl någon novell eller något, vet faktiskt inte. Skrev mest bara ^^ Egentligen kanske jag borde satt in den här innan jag lämnade in den så att ni kunde rätta mina fel ^^ Men det är för sent nu, men rätta gärna och ge respons ändå. Här är den iallafall:

The transformation

He woke up. He looked at the clock, 4.35am Damn, not again. At his right side his wife lay, still asleep. At least he hadn’t woke her up. It was the third night in row he had woken up. He didn’t know why. It might been because he was worried about his work. They had just gotten a new boss and he wasn’t sure that she was able to handle the pressure. Was that the reason why he couldn’t sleep? It had now went 15 minutes since he had woken up, he still wasn’t able to go back to sleep. He suddenly felt a need. It was the need to go out and take a smoke. His wife didn’t appreciate him smoking and he wished he could stop but it was to late, he was to addicted. As quit as he could he climb out of their bed. He sought out his slippers with his feet and tiptoed out of their bedroom. After he had stepped out on the balcony he lit his cigarette and took a blow. It was a quit and peaceful night. The moon was as big and bright as it can be.

    He heard a sound behind him and turned around. Nothing was there. Was it just a  imagination? He looked over the railing, but everything was still, no movement. As he turn around he found himself facing a young woman. For one second he felt like his heart had stopped beating. How had she gotten up here? Who was she? He couldn’t recognize the woman. He had never seen her before, that he was sure of. She had a face that you’d never forget. She looked beautiful but at the same time a little bit dangerous and forbidden. She looked to be aware of her beauty. A evil smile played on her lips. She walked towards him and stopped as nearly as she could come without touching him. He felt a strange need of holding her, of touching her, of do whatever she would ask him to. He was totally under her spell. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. It was hard to say if he was the one controlling his body or not. The young woman put her lips against his and he could feel her tongue moving inside his mouth. They come into a rhythm with each other and he felt like he never wanted to let go. If this was what heaven felt like then he wanted to get there straight away. He closed his eyes and dreamed away, he wished they could stay like this forever. The good feeling interrupt when he felt something sharp inside her mouth. The taste of blood filled him, the taste of the blood of his bleeding tongue. She had a knife inside her mouth? He pushed her lips away from his and opened his eyes. The woman in front of him wasn’t the same as he had started kissing. He wasn’t sure if this woman even was human. This creature in front of him had two long sharp teeth sticking out from her mouth, fangs. Her eyes was dark, her nails had grown out long as claws, her skin was deathly pale, every features in her face had changed. His eyes was fixed on one special part, her mouth. Her fangs was covered in blood, his blood, from his tongue. The blood also covered some parts around the mouth, on the lips. The fear grew bigger and bigger inside him. What the fuck? He didn’t know what to do, run? Scream? He just stood there and didn’t move a thing. Her hands had a fast grip around his shoulders. Her bloody mouth was smiling at him. She pulled him closer and sucked her fangs into his neck. The strength started leaving his body. Then she took her wrist and feed him with it. Soon the transformation would be done. The strength grew back in his body. As suddenly as she had appeared she disappeared.

    He was standing alone on the balcony again. But something had change. He wasn’t totally himself anymore. He didn’t feel the need of smoking anymore. He felt the need of something else. This need was unfamiliar to him. It was the need of blood. With determined steps he walked back into the bedroom. His jaws was killing him, he had never felt such a pain before. On their bed his wife lay, still asleep. He bent down over her. His sight was on her neck, he couldn’t stop starring at it. It was as if he felt the blood pulsating inside. He grabbed her head and lifted her neck against his teeth. Then he let his fangs sink into the thin skin of hers. Her eyes opened and she looked at him but she was already to weak to fight back. The blood slowly left her body and went into his. She now lay dead in his arms. He had never felt such a strength before. The transformation was done. He had successfully become a vampire.