As philologists whose main language is English, we have to read a modern English book and make a presentation about it. THAT'S ALL! I thought it would be something extremely difficult, something about researches and academic stuff. But no, I'm not complaining, I really like the task - finally an excuse to read something. Tatyana suggested me reading "One Day" by David Nicholls. You know, I ADORE the movie, it's like my second favourite movie after "Cloud Atlas". I like to rewatch it and I cry everytime. And so the original novel was published in 2009, so it suits. But it's about 400 pages, whereas our books should be about 200 pages. But I really like the story, so I hope I won't be lazy to get through 400 pages in English in two weeks. My constant readers know that it's not about my lack of knowledge, it's all about my laziness. And I hope our teachers won't punish me because I chose a book that had twice as more pages than needed. Though they strongly recommended to look for 200 pages story... Whatever.
After our short meeting at university Cherry Lady and I headed to the city. I had to buy a new pair of ballet flats (though I don't like this kind of shoes, I find it pretty comfortable to wear them in Vladivostok with its hills), new Microsoft Office pack (everything was deleted after my laptop's system crashed when I tried to set up a driver myself, little hacker), some medicines - because I'm ill nowadays. I bought everything I needed and more with a little exclusion: I bought a pair of simple low-heeled pumps instead of ballet flats. BANG! PUMPS LOVER!
So according to my tradition (I have many little traditions indeed), I must put "Blame It On September" here, so here you go!
But actually I have lots of songs to share with you, guys, so today I also wanna put "Colors" by perspective Halsey as the song of the day. Enjoy!
Your little brother never tells you but he loves you so
You said your mother only smiled on her TV show
You're only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope
I hope you make it to the day you're 28 years old
You're dripping like a saturated sunrise
[Alternative version:] You're dripping like a saturated sunlight
You're spilling like an overflowing sink
You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece
And now you're tearing through the pages and the ink
[Alternative version:] And now I'm tearing through the pages and the ink
Everything is blue
[Alternative version:] Everything was blue
His pills, his hands, his jeans
And now I'm covered in the colors
Pulled apart at the seams
And it's blue
[Alternative version:] And makes me blue
And it's blue
[Alternative version:] And makes me blue
Everything is grey
[Alternative version:] Everything was grey
His hair, his smoke, his dreams
[Alternative version:] His hair, his smokes, his dreams
And now he's so devoid of color
He don't know what it means
[Alternative version:] Doesn't know what it means
And he's blue
[Alternative version:] And makes me blue
And he's blue
[Alternative version:] And makes me blue
You were a vision in the morning when the light came through
[Alternative version:] You were a vision in the morning when the lights came through
I know I've only felt religion when I've lied with you
[Alternative version:] I know I've only feel religion when I'm lying with you
You said you'll never be forgiven 'til your boys are too
And I'm still waking every morning but it's not with you
You're dripping like a saturated sunrise
[Alternative version:] You're dripping like a saturated sunlight
You're spilling like an overflowing sink
You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece
And now you're tearing through the pages and the ink
[Alternative version:] And now I'm tearing through the pages and the ink
Everything is blue
[Alternative version:] Everything was blue
His pills, his hands, his jeans
And now I'm covered in the colors
Pulled apart at the seams
[Alternative version:] Torn apart at the seams
And it's blue
[Alternative version:] And makes me blue
And it's blue
[Alternative version:] And makes me blue
Everything is grey
[Alternative version:] Everything was grey
His hair, his smoke, his dreams
[Alternative version:] His hair, his smokes, his dreams
And now he's so devoid of color
He don't know what it means
[Alternative version:] Doesn't know what it means
And he's blue
[Alternative version:] And makes me blue
And he's blue
[Alternative version:] And makes me blue
Everything is blue
Everything is blue
Everything is blue
Everything is blue
You were red and you liked me 'cause I was blue
[Alternative version:] You were red and you liked me because I was blue
You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky
And you decided purple just wasn't for you
Everything is blue
His pills, his hands, his jeans
And now I'm covered in the colors
Pulled apart at the seams
[Alternative version:] Torn apart at the seams
And it's blue
[Alternative version:] And makes me blue
And it's blue
[Alternative version:] And makes me blue
Everything is grey
His hair, his smoke, his dreams
[Alternative version:] His hair, his smokes, his dreams
And now he's so devoid of color
He don't know what it means
[Alternative version:] Doesn't know what it means
And he's blue
[Alternative version:] And makes me blue
And he's blue
[Alternative version:] And makes me blue
Everything is blue [4x]
[Alternative version:] Everything was blue [2x]
Be brave, don't be ill!
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