jeffrey + upstairsloft

They should make music that EVERYBODY claims that is still underground. They should make a reality TV show series about people on death row. They should make a basketball game with trampolines. They should invent a $400 guitar that Sharper Image sells that doesn’t use strings, rather, it uses buttons and costs as much as an Ibanez 75. They should make printers that sell for 100 bucks and sell cartridges for $40. They should make bleach for black clothes. They should make belts that serve no purpose. They should make everybody come up with an emcee name. They should make 3 afterlife destinations–heaven, hell and in between. They should make every sitcom have a gay guy. They should make Gary Coleman have his own talk show. They should make celebrities run for CA governor. If THEY didn’t, life would be absurd.

This weather is so stupid. I hope to see a rainstorm soon after all this sunny sky, humid air and skorchering heat business. With the way things are going, I don’t think we will see rain until next year’s June. I have a slight fever for the 2nd time this week and it’s discomposiliatiously messing with my head. If you’re wondering what that word means, ask my alterego, Charles, my fever. He made me do it. He made me do it.

Winamp’s Friend: Coldplay – A Rush of Blood to the Head

Underworld is a dope movie. I like. It will grow to be a cult classic. Maybe the reason why my dislike for The Matrix grew is because it became a religion..well..not to those extremes but it became like..well..people took it too far. It was butchered. My list of favorite movies normally consist of simple I-can-go-to-sleep-at-night-with-this-on type movies.

My heart is crushed. Margo is kissing man.

At Guitar Center, I returned Jay’s guitar since it was on my card and just for the sake of conversation I asked the employee if they carry hollowbody PRS. He said no, but they can order them. And the Regional Manager told me they have one in the back for an order. HE SHOWED
me this PRS Archtop with this kinda Golden Mahogany colored semi-hollowed body. 
They asked me to play it. I declined.  It’s like some kid taking Karate
being asked to play with that Wudan Wushu whatever type sword in Crouching
Tiger…you have to possess a certain skill to handle a PRS…unless ur an
unbelievably rich punk star with an MTV endorsement just downstroking minor
chords (stop them please!)  Jay and I want to charge it on my Guitar Center
card and leave the country.  Or…we can win the $2500 shopping spree and
charge my card for the remaining 1100 bucks to pay for that PRS and then leave
the country.  Either way…Jay and I are going to be Gregorian monk rock
stars.  I did carry the PRS tho.  Very light… And it had .11 awg
strings on em.  I normally hate those guitar center people that Regional
Manager guy is cool.  And he referenced Third Eye Blind, how Stephan dumped
his MJ Guitar for a PRS…I knew MJ was a Kevin Cadogan thing.

    Pic>>>PRS
Guitar

I wonder how many of those negligents are gonna drop out of my Statistics class…it’s at Mission..and yes….there are billions..no…even more..MILLIONS of fobs there versus my Irvington populated favoritest community college in the world, OHLONE. OHLONE REPRESENT! WHA WHAT! OHLONE WHA! But I do more complaining about the Mission demographics than Ohlone…o yeah..anyhow…ok..so the old people in class ask redundant questions..not to mention they ask the same thing over and over…and…and they are redundant. But is it necessary to hostily comment on them…call them dumass fuckers…at least they are asking questions that serves to them some kind of progress…it’s not like those dudes in the back, complaining, who don’t know how to organize Variance and Standard Deviation for a sample…chuuuuuuch. As annoying as those guys who are redundant and ask the same thing over again with redundance…it’s not so bad…at least they’re askign questions and not wasting time, gazing at the sky, sitting in the back, not taking notes. They walk into class with a pencil and a hat–and an attitude.

Despite my current i-can’t-fall-asleep situation prior to waking up today, I was given a sneak-preview of the clouds and I felt more relaxed than I’ve felt in months. Immediately after waking up I put on a pair of jeans and a beanie and drove to Alterations to pick up my jeans from the tailor. With the clouds still dabbled on God’s canvas, Incubus’ “Just a Phase” began to play its 2 minute and 20 second introduction. During that 2 minutes and 20 seconds, music and the world, my environment, worked together harmoniously to subtly takeway what I’ve been yearning for for the past couple of months. The clouds were breaking away as the 2 minute into was coming to an end. With that fresh wide-awake feeling, Just a Phase through my speakers and a cloudy day, I had my 10 minutes of spritual relief. I knew it ended, not with just the song, but when I arrived at Alterations, I saw my jeans hanging with the bottom pants shredded, still, and uncle said to come back at 2, though I was supposed to pick it up on Saturday. It’s 10:20, the clouds are breaking away and I have a math exam. Just what I need early in the morning to allow me to study. Thank you supernatural forces.

Two guys went at it at the Great Mall yesterday-a black guy and an asian guy. The cops we’re worked up and cautious to every move made. What the hell was going on? It was an emcee battle. These guys were freestyling. The asian guy was redundant, repetitive, redundant and he kept saying the same thing over and over, whereas the black guy had a few good comebacks, much better was said through him than the asian guy; both were sorry. Anyhow…what the hell is going on. Is the North 880 raining its ghetto down on Milpitas. I don’t even see my Mexican homies in San Jose acting like that. Where the hell am I? Detroit what! Detroit what! Every other guy and his little brother are emcess now. It’s like we’re living in the Modern Renaissance. Back then, artists were inventors were poets were soldiers. Nowadays, artists are breakers are skaters are DJs are emcees are gamers are ballers are guitarists. People are very confused with themselves…and those cops..they were just confused…the environment…NOT HOSTILE AT ALL, just the spoken content that was exchanged through Jin and 50-cent in front of the theatres. The cops acted like it was an anticipated rumble.

It’s too hot to think. It’s too hot to do homework. It’s bad timing to chill. It’s too hot to sleep. I forgot to mention…I HATE THIS WEATHER! This is just like last year–a chilly summer and a hot ass, inconsistent state of weather. OOOOO I HATE YOU WEATHER! I HATE YOU HATE YOU HATE YOU HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU (exorcist-child voice)

This weather is ridiculously stupid. I washed my car on Monday since it was too dirty for me. It rained on Tuesday. If anything, I smiled and I was happy with the rain. When a classmate broke it down to me that clouds won’t cover our skies consistently and that this weekend will be hellishly hot, I was instantly pissed at Silicon Valley’s Mother Nature. Everything I don’t like ends with me describing how stupid it is. My currently unchangeable sleeping habits are stupid. This weather is stupid. Everything is just so damn stupid. Where are the clouds?! Where is the breeze?! Where is the rain?! It’s like we’re in a mini LA dagnammit. GIVE ME RAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!