jeffrey + upstairsloft

To Paul: not 4 cops…4 cop CARS. maybe it were 4 cops, but 4 cop cars sounds better…and it is the truth. haha.

Jhun joined my family (+ Abigail) and watched Kyle perform at Milpitas High for band. Went to Ed’s. Made noise. Transferred to Josh’s house. A-list crowd. My Z-list ass chilled with Jay and Paul while they played music while I can re-live a high school moment and for once, pretend I am popular groovin’ to groovy beats on a red carpet with retro green appliances and a big ass talapia-like fish in a small ass tank, so small, it can’t turn around. It turns upside down. I kid you not. 4 cop cars came and shut us down, but ain’t the man gonna shut us down. You know who I be? I be xxSwtNgaPnoyxx.

‘Tis my Lolo and Lola’s 8th year death anniversary. Mass @ 5pm at St. John’s. Why am I telling you this….because you probably are going to church at that time and I can pretend you are there to give their blessings to misabuelos and join my family, but really it’s because SuperBowl sunday. My imagination tells me to do stupid things. It wasn’t me who placed in axe on the school statue. They made me do it.

Starting Sunday, I will be launching a new uPstairsAttic/jeffrey thing. Every month, rather, every week, or even day, there is always that perfect album or song that just suits almost every moment of that time being. As any other human into music, I like to share my interests with the world and let a little of me out through the music I take in. It could be a suitable sound, a lyric, a message, a song or anything that strikes a chord and harmonizes with my environment. Pretty fruity-sounding, but it’s a good way to put it–so I think.

Knock Knock. Who’s there? Paul. Paul who? Paul be care paul you might paul into the swimming paul.

Kate and I are tired of each other. ‘Promise to God.

This has got to be unhealthy. I hate this. Well, I wake up early at 7 and discover nothing to do. I wake up in 1 hour increments hoping something would pop up. Nothing… I go to Kate’s room and bug her for a few minutes and she gets mad. So i end up falling asleep next to her. We wakeup at 1 pm. I’ve rarely done that in my life until I moved here. Normally, I would wake up and Kyle would on the computer or I would wake up at 9 and watch am hour of TV and find something to do like bug Jhun or something. I mustn’t do this. Kate, this is normal for her–JERK!

I was driving 50 on a 45mph zone and this jerk ass Chevy truck swerved in behind me and slammed on his brakes and started high-beaming and honking at me like I had done something wrong. I pulled up to his left and motioned “What the fuck is your problem?!” with my lips and his truck motioned like it were going to hit my car. I mimicked the same motion and swerved into his lane where my right tail can black out his left headlight. I repeatedly brake-checked him after cutting him off. He tried to throw a water bottle at my car. I pulled over and he pulled over as well.

I walked up to the truck and exclaimed, “What the fuck is your problem?!” and he attempted to spit at me. He opened his door and his left leg was creeping out and I kicked the door to trap his leg. I told him “Look! I’ll do whatever the fuck it takes to put me back in the pen; I don’t give a fuck! I have a big black dude just waiting to rape my ass! I have your fucking license plate number and I can easily report you to Cingular for reckless driving you fat fuck!” I think I had more ‘F’ words in there but, regardless. He apologized for the driving; it was a misunderstanding and he mistakened me for another blue BMW. I apologized for his leg. We parted. The moment I stepped back in my car, “Agoraphobia” started playing. I don’t think this is my place right now. There is a quiet little corner in my room waiting for me. There’s a bit of coke left on my bookshelf and a needle on my TV. Well…maybe not, but there is a corner.

You can be anybody you want on the internet. You can lie about what ever the hell you want on the internet. The internet is an insecure child’s friend. You can lie on surveys, e-mails and make new identities for yourself. Me, I am Cindy Crawford’s son. Seriously. I am. Honest to Gods.

I was browsing channels with Kate at 3 this, this afternoon, and we stumbled
upon a familiar face preaching about god.  He told us he wouldn’t stop, oh,
did he tell us that he won’t stop…eh eh.

        link>>>Pastor
Mason

There is no way I am going to my 9 of the clock class and have to wake up at 7 to get ready. So what do I do? I drop the damn class and add into another one much later. HAHAHA. No…really…I have these powers. Ask Jay. Askjay.com minus the .com part. Shoot. You don’t know me. It is either too damn late or too damn early. I’ve been trying to go to sleep for hours now–so has Kate.

I posted some new material under the “WTF is this” section of my website. It’s stupid but some people have found it amusing. Enjoy.