Thoughts from the lab.

The space between
The tears we cry is the laughter that
keeps us coming back for more
The space between
The wicked lies we tell to keep us safe
from the pain

Will I hold you again

These fickle fuddled words confuse me
Like will it rain today
We waste the hours with talking talking
These twisted games we’re playing

We’re strange allies
With warring hearts
What a wild eyed beast you be
The space between
The wicked lies we tell that hope to
keep us safe from the pain
...
The space between
Where you smile and hide
That’s where you’ll find me if I get to
go

The space between
The bullets in our fire fight
Is where I’ll be hiding waiting for you
The rain that falls
Splashed in your heart
Ran like sadness down the window into
your room

The space between
Our wicked lies is
The hope to keep safe from pain

Take my hand
Cause we’re walking out of here
Right out of here
Is all we need dear

The space between
What’s wrong and right
Is where you’ll find me hiding
Waiting for you

The space between
Your heart and mind
Is the space we’ll fill with time

The space between
The tears we cry is the laughter keeps
us coming back for more
The space between
Our wicked lies where we hope to keep
safe from pain
-Dave Matthews Band


I sit here in Coe as the only staffer on Sunday the week before finals week. That group of five girls in to the right keep talking, probably trying to churn out a final project due tomorrow morning at 10:30am. They are starting to annoy me, but I don't have the guts to tell them to quite down, in all reality the are probably working on something valid, I am just in the mood where I want to rip everyone's head off that tries to come and talk to me and I feel like I am glaring at everyone who walks by. Oh well, they will get over it, and half of them won't remember who I am next fall or even this summer. I thought I saw Linus in here a couple minutes ago, was going to go say hi to him but I looked back and he wasn't there, did I imagine him, am I really that sleep deprived? I don't think so, though everything is still surreal I feel I don't belong back in Laramie yet, I am not ready for the daily routine of work and school, the many papers to be turned out and the talking with teachers to see what I need to do, with what I missed last week. I was glad we didn't have boomerangs this morning, I desparatly needed the sleep, even though there wasn't much to be had. Surveys and quota increases suck ass, put money on their account unlock the cabniet put the money in and do it all over again in 2 minutes.
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I started this at 12:15 and it is now 2, one hour left and the lab is too full for just one staffer. My hair is getting long now and I am debating whether or not to shave it again. Maybe while it is still this short I will checker board it this time, or maybe just let it grow and not dye it. (Yes, I know Jim you dye Easter eggs, and color hair, some day I'll get it down.) It is funny and annoying when users don't realize they can't print to the image document you have to print to the printer, gee imagine that. That guy was really tall, quite a bit taller than even Clay. Before I start babbling any more incoherently I will say good-day and leave you all with a link my dad sent me it is well, as most things my dad sends me interesting. Shop Horror: British Shop Names (puntastic for all our punny people out there) http://www.shophorror.co.uk/index.html.