perhaps it's time to go...

you know, i've  had a hard time blogging lately.
there's something about knowing certain people read this blog that so often makes me rethink giving my thoughts life on paper.

i've been toying with the idea for awhile to start another blog, an anonymous blog.
one where i can paste all the heavy and lovely things from my life, things i'm not necessarily comfortable sharing with everyone here.

if i start it, you'll have to ask me for the address. i won't share it with everyone here.
if i were to write those deep, dark thoughts, would you want to read it?
why or why not, please.

an overdue update.

well, August is nearly over.
September's one minute away.

that means 2011 is 2/3 of the way over.
that makes me panic a little.

all my bffs are going back to school. they're dating new people. they're starting new jobs. they're getting married. it sucks on one hand, but i'm so happy for them that life's moving along and they're finding their happiness. on the other, i'm a little jealous because i still don't know where it is i'm headed.

i think i'm going to go back to school in the spring.
cedar city. logan. cedar city. logan. i seriously can't decide on this one, guys.
anyone wanna make the call for me?
also, pick my major while you're at it. i'm thinking perhaps i'll just be a teacher. english. art. elementary school. no idea.

work's good. it's a job, for sure.
i'll keep working hard, because that's how i roll.
i need a change or refresher or something asap.

i'm headed to Denver for a few days.
it's a much needed vacation. i'll be seeing deadmau5 at the red rock amphitheater, which i hear is pretty amazing.

my bike's amazing. i spend all my free time riding my bike.
or nursing the allergies that get worse when i ride my bike.

it's kind of weird to say it because it's never been true before, but there isn't anything new these days. it's just, "same old, same old."

i'll be honest, even though i'm all boring now, it's nice. everything is just okay, and i'm content with that for a little bit.

but you know me. i'm Jaycie. i'm devious. and there are definitely some shenanigans right around the corner! :) pinky swear in the air.

the kind of thing that happens to me...

this is the story of tonight, only instead of everything being pink, it's all yellow.

how the heck does this stuff always seem to happen to me?!?!

i have this super cute yellow PINK hoodie in my life. it was once very bright.

then i bleached it a few times, so instead of bright yellow, it turned this pale, banana yellow.

i've NEVER had a problem with this hoodie.

it always ends up in my white load, because i bleach my whites.

maybe a month and a half ago, i dyed it bright yellow.

it was getting too pale. i thought i'd help spruce it up a bit.

it made it into my load of whites tonight. i didn't think a thing of it.

i have exactly ONE LOAD of whites. every single white article of clothing i had made it into this particular load of laundry.

i don't like yellow that much, you know...

you should always have 16 back-up plans...

because the first fifteen just might not work out the way you'd like them to.

and then you'll be left like me, with no plans left.

if you have any great paths for my life to take, suggest away! 

i'm open to new places and new people.

i need a new adventure, that much is true...

i ate a bug...

more like the stupid thing forced itself down my throat...

i was riding my bike, minding my Ps and Qs when all of a sudden, mid-yawn, a bug flew into the back of my mouth.
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this caused me to have to gag a little.

but like heck was i going to throw up...so i went to grab my water bottle and force it down, while focusing on my breathing and not just retching then and there.

it didn't go quite like that smoothly though. i pulled the top up with my mouth and while getting ready to flip it and take a sip, i dropped it, mid-ride.

it started rolling into the highway. a couple cars swerved around it. i slammed on my brakes and jumped off my bike, leaving it safely on the side of the road, if not a little haphazardly.

i looked for about 2 split seconds, then sprinted into the road, trying to gather it because:
a. the stupid thing cost me eight bucks. and,
b. i don't like the idea of littering. at. all.

so i crouched to grab it and noticed too late the semi heading right in my direction. he swerved, i ninja-jumped into the middle lane, and caught my breath. then i breathed a little sigh of relief that he didn't smash my bike, and after super looking, i sprinted back across the road, climbed on my bike and started up again. all witness may have peed a little, watching in slow motion as i barely made it out with my life.

funny thing is, it wasn't that scary. it was that weird out of body experience where you are aware of what's going on, but you don't really feel it. i nearly got hit and probably killed and i didn't even flinch or bat and eyelash. that's just because i'm fearless.

now though, it's a little more scary. i'll be more careful, i promise.

but please, someone figure out a way to keep the bugs off me. especially grasshoppers. a few strangers witnessed me shrieking bloody murder trying to get one off my leg. i swear, they have sticky tape on their legs....i still shudder thinking about that one.

also, get rid of roadwork. because between sweaty, tan guys checking me out and not watching their heavy equipment and a jaycie on a bike swerving between cones, someone's bound to be hit and maimed eventually.
please bless it isn't me! amen.