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    I opened my eyes, last night, and saw you in the low light
    Walking by the bay, on the shore
    Staring up at the planes that aren't there anymore
    You happened to look, and see, the tunnels all around me
    Running into the dark underground

    Wednesday, April 22, 2009

    I was listening to 'Wake me up when September ends'. It really brought back alot of memories. Possibly the first and last chalet 4/9's ever gonna have.

    The star-gazing, the calm, the fun, the beach, the bikes's probably just gonna remain as sweet memories.
    (Minus the me don't know how to get down from the porch after jumping down there from the window. Just kidding. It was pretty hilarious.)
    (And minus the running away from the chalet during wee hours in the morning;
    Addison learning how to bike;
    the swings; the beach;
    the cramping of people on the beds, as well as on the floor;
    the people dragging sofa cushions and mattresses off the beds to the last room;
    and me freezing half to death with flu.)

    My class was actually pretty sweet. (Minus the rubbish, the mess and the smell and all. You know, essentially the ugly part.) I miss the people and the nonsensical stuff that we all used to be.

    If time could be turned back, I'd make the exact same decisions.