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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

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Finally school's over. Dad offered me a salary of $40/ day if I worked for him in the holidays. I was like, wow, when was the salary ever so high.

Then it turned out that he knew I was desperately pining for those books on architecture. 3 books cost over $200.

Crud. But I tell you, those books are big, huge, gigantic, gianormous. Except for 1 small pocket book.

I can finally get the books I want! Like finally after @&#*(@&#*(days of pining for it.