Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah they were all yellow,
I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow
So then I took my turn
Oh what a thing to have done
And it was all yellow
Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
You know you know I love you so
You know I love you so
I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh what a thing to do
Cause you were all yellow
I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all yellow
Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
You know for you i bleed myself dry
For you i bleed myself dry
Its true look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine
look at the stars look how they shine for you
And all the things that you do.
Done listening? Good.
Todays theme is going to be yellow. This isn't to say I'll have a theme everyday but today is yellow. And what better
way to have a yellow theme than with the song "Yellow" and some pictures of yellow things. I didn't take these pictures, I've come across them randomly over the past year. I want to give credit where it's due but I don't have the URL's, I can find them if necessary.
Sorry, I had to put this up. He's just so yellow! Not really in the mellow, yellow way though.
Anyway, back to blogging.
Personal life:
Last night I went to a screening of a 1964 Japanese Horror Film called "Onibaba" or "Demon Woman" in English. It wasn't really much of a horror, but it wasn't half bad. I prefer my horror movies to have no gore, personally. Just because blood and guts make some people sick, doesn't mean the movie is any good. So, at the end of the movie this old woman gets a demon mask stuck on her face. The mask was decently creepy. A little goofy, but the image of it was sort of stuck in my mind.
A friend of mine who showed the movie asked for my opinion and I jokingly said the mask would give me nightmares. Well, he invited me to stay over to "protect me." I flipped a coin, heads I went tails I didn't. It was heads so I went. I've never gotten so much action in such a short span of time, I swear. I love spontaneity though. I get a rush out of not knowing what to expect and just going with my impulses.
I actually like this friend of mine, the camera-man we'll call him. He's funny. I like funny. My plan was to say "okay goodnight" turn over and go to sleep, but before I could say anything he was kissing me. I couldn't say no... :) The kissing went well, I think it was better because I like him. Of course though, he did something weird. He kept pinching my waist. Why why why. Who likes having their waist pinched? Not me. I hate being pinched. It wasn't unbearable though so I didn't say anything at first. Then he scratched me, and "OW" was literally what I yelled out. Alright, I know in movies scratching is supposed to be lusty and one of the hottest men I've ever met liked to be scratched, BUT pain and pleasure still don't mix for me. Ow means NO GO. He stopped pinching and scratching after that, I think he thought my "owing" was cute. Whatever works.
We did some more "stuff" in the middle of the night because I couldn't sleep and he was breathing on my neck. My neck is sensitive, and as much as I wanted to be good and hold out, when he started kissing it, I couldn't resist. I was so tired today though, ugh. I'm not good at sharing a bed, I need my space. My roommate and I were talking about this and she said how if she ever gets married they're getting a huge bed with a line of pillows down the middle so he can't touch her when she's sleeping. I hope by the time I'm married I'm used to sharing a bed.
Alright that's all I have to report. I'll leave you with the poem I had to write for my creative writing class.
Have a great night, sorry if the poem sucks.
Thanks for reading,
- NC
The Ring
The chain links are connected
The knot in the rope is tied
The words are etched in stone
We can never break our bond.
Like hands wrapping around me
I feel under your protection
My finger bears the weight
Of generations.
The silver band once shined
And has grown dull with years
The meaning remains eternal
For family never fades.
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