Michael went to Seattle, took an amazing job, but he wasn’t happy so he’s back home in Salem! Everyone is happy especially me because now he can make me dinner…haha! No really…We decided Seattle just isn’t where we want to be. Our family and friends are all here…and those are the people you want to be near, because they make life worth every minute.

Now that Michael is home and not alone in a big city, with no one to hang out with but Grey’s Anatomy, I no longer have to rush and cram all my classes into these last two terms of the year. It’s nice because I am drowning faster than a kid who has fallen head-first into a bucket. Not a good image but I had to make some sort of comparison, and that’s the first thing that came to mind.

Speaking of buckets…I am going to be sitting in a bucket of shit if I don’t go do what I gotta do!

Oh wait…a few more random things…everything I eat in Monmouth (besides Burgerville) wreaks havoc on my insides, could it be a coincidence or is the city on Monmouth slowly but surely trying to kill me? Only time will tell.

Red Bull o’ Red Bull
how can I thank thee
sweetly tart and tangy
but you make me pee

your side effect I can take
for the goal here is awake

a cute can of magic
shiny silver with blue
if I need more time
I’m counting on you

Red Bull o’ Red Bull
how can I thank thee
with only 8.3 oz.
you revitalize me!

up all night writing code
she’s in kill it mode

all these things to do
make her face turn blue

she drinks the brown milk
and it’s smooth like silk

running on chocolate power
she’s up until the late hour

hopes to get some sleep
’cause she’s driving the Jeep

class is way too early
her mind is too swirly

wishing she was a ninja
watch out she might singe ya!

I had my night class tonight which means I was at school until 8:15pm, since I arrived at 10am it was awesome good times. The day entailed some senior project fun, math homework fun, eating at Burgerville fun, bowling fun, some computer lab fun and all that with a four hour night class of fun. I got home at 8:30 and went to the gym in hopes of finding some energy.

First I lifted some weights, looking at everyone but myself in the mirrors, as usual. I am such a stare-hard-retard. I don’t love it either, I always catch myself and it’s kind of embarrassing. Just kind of. I love watching people that are on the verge of throwing their back out and/or almost killing themselves. I mean, it’s called weight lifting, not weight moving. The goal here is not to see how much weight you can move with the momentum of your body, or how loud you can breathe while doing it. No, the point is to use your muscle, yeah muscle. Just another little peak into my insane obsession with what everyone else is doing.

When I got done with my lifting and crazy-wicked-fun ab workout I got on the treadmill. I used to be able to run for quite awhile on that thing but now I can only do 30 minutes max. The air is so unfresh, I get sooo fuh-reaking hot and just eeeeew all around. But I needed some energy so I sucked it up and jumped on. When I am running on that dumb thing there are like 10 tv’s in front of me. I don’t have a TV so I basically only see news and commercials at the gym.

I listen to my ipod but all the TV’s have captioning on and I can’t avert my eyes for long. For some reason everyone loves to watch the news while the work out, side note: eeeeewww!, so I end up reading things like: Family of four murdered in their home, more of this at 10….Child molester on the loose, lock up your kids….Killers are everywhere, don’t leave your house! I mean COME ON! People! You work out to feel good, why watch this? I may have a runners high when I’m done but I really just want to go slam my head into the glass front of the case where they keep all the energy bars. Who’s buying energy bars from them gym anyway?

The news was playing parts from the Presidents thing-a-majig that was on TV earlier tonight and I would have read the captions if it weren’t for this crazy lady sitting behind Dubya. She was blinking 2-3 times a second, really, I counted! She looked insane and I couldn’t stop watching her. I haven’t a clue about anything the President said but whoever that blinky lady was, she sure held my attention…because she looked PSYCHO! They say you blink a lot when you lie, maybe she was blinking on someone else’s behalf, ahem.

Yeah… so I am running, listening to my tunes, reading and watching the 10 TV’s and my attention is brought to my pants. I feel the bottoms hitting my ankles, alerting me they are in high water territory. Being tall is kinda cool and all but when your pants are too short it is just lame. I don’t care what I look like at the gym but the pants hitting my ankles was buggin’.

I started thinking about high water pants and the first thing to pop in my head were the pants I had to wear when I worked at KFC in highschool. They were Awesome, yes with a capital A. When I was just in normal standing straight mode I had a good 5″ of my socks showing. I was very happy that I got to stand behind the counter but my friends still made fun of me a few times, I mean my feet are big so the whole thing just wasn’t cute. The only thing that was cute was when I sat in the back on my breaks and the pants came up even higher exposing all of my sock and even some leg. Now that is awesome!

The new game of games over here is Boggle. For those who don’t know it’s just a fun little game where you try to make words from a 4×4 square of shuffled letters. You can travel around the square to any letter as long as you don’t jump over a letter or use one twice. Then after the time is up you go around and read your words and if anyone else has your word y’all have to cross it off the list. The goal here is to make words. That’s right Michael…words.

We had ourselves a little tournament the other night over at Scott and Lisa’s and the biggest thing of the night was Michaels word inventions. He was doing it so much that we all started having “Michael words” to check in the dictionary. Sometimes though, you got lucky and the word would actually be a word. It’s a good game to play if you’re trying to expand your vocabulary.

There was one point in the game where Lisa moved the little letter tray like half an inch and Michael and Scott both flipped out and Michael threw all the letters on the floor. Apparently shifting the letter tray once it is in play is a no-no. I however was very mad because I saw an amazing word right off the bat and was so excited about it. Game nights over there are always amazing!

Laycie wants to play more games, more often and a lot more. Laycie, however, does not want to be a psycho and talk about herself in the third person. Peace out- it’s homework time!

I was so stressed and tired when I got home from school today but a nice 40 minute run out in the crisp fresh air was all I needed to return to my amazing self. I can’t believe I haven’t been running, it makes me sooooo happy, happy, happy!

Here is a home video of some ice driving in Portland during our little snow extravaganza:

Here is a funny clip from The Colbert Report just for shits and giggles. In case you were maybe wondering, the past tense of shit is shat.

Today the Jeep got a new clutch master cylinder, that sounds just as cool as it was to watch it be put in. Mechanics amaze me. Anyone who does anything amazes me. I love to watch people work.

Second gear doesn’t go in so smooth or quietly but this is due to my mistreatment of it on Friday. Apparently shoving your car repeatedly into second gear when it doesn’t want to isn’t very nice. I am sooooooo happy that it is all good to go again. I love that Jeep, as I previously proclaimed.

Back to watching the mechanic work. We were in his garage and though I spent most of my time right by the beautiful propane heater, I say beautiful because I was freezing, I got to see quite a bit and was very envious of his magical mechanic skills. When I look at the engine of a car my head spins. It seems like there is so much going on, hoses going from here to there and back again, a big turny thing there, filter here, reservoirs up there and over here….I mean wow, it’s overwhelming. I’m sure it’s just like everything else though and once you know what’s going on it’s all cake but I’m a girl and I don’t do engines. Not that I couldn’t, I just chose not to :)

I am currently working on this tremendously confusing and mind torturing homework assignment which is why you are getting to read this blog right now. Procrastination my friends. Procrastination.

Today was a fun little day in Laycie Land. I was late to school because I couldn’t get my Jeep in gear. This little shifting problem has slowly been getting worse and worse but I like to ignore problems until they get so big that the only thing left to do is deal with them. Yeah, so I got to school and practically broke my shoulder with my new freestyle slam shifting but it’s all good.

One of my professors decided to teach in his socks today. It was quite interesting and I didn’t know whether I should pay attention to his lecture or make up scenarios in my mind as to why he would not have shoes on.

When I got back into West Salem (school is in Monmouth) my clutch basically told me to screw off and wouldn’t go into any gears after I stopped at a light. I didn’t get any honky honks which surprised me. I guess people aren’t always asses.

I managed to slam it into second and I drove through this side lot and when I stopped to get back on the road it freakin’ popped out of gear and again I was stuck with people behind me while I desperately tried to get a gear, any gear. Again no honks. No honks?!?!?! Wow, today is definitely not my day for cars but with people, it must be my day.

Again I managed to get second gear and I drove straight to the gas station since my little light was on telling me to get some freakin gas you cheap loser! So now I have a full tank of gas and I am safely parked in second…I can go anywhere as long as I don’t need to drive over 25 mph and there are no stops with which it might pop out of gear.

My Jeep may be having problems right now but she is an amazing gal. I love her and I am naming her Jane. Jane the Jeep! beep beep!