jeffrey + upstairsloft

It would be a good idea to be somebody completely different over the web solely for the purpose of capturing an audience. That takes too much work. Well, I must go back to the party that I am throwing downstairs. Alcohol, girls, girls, girls girls and girls. God, I love my life, there is so much to it. That is sarcastic sarcasm.

I bore me.

Jhun and I are lovers. If you get in between us, you will be cursed with two left legs with 2 left feet and a pair of right shoes. We’ve been on the phone for over an hour. This love is strong. Back off.

I’m glad Iris is ok. I’m glad a bit of home came to Sacramento and I am actually glad I saw many familiar faces at Iris’ party. There wasn’t much tension. Paul, Jay, Shine and Kaye, thank you for occupying the Sac place. I’ll blog later if I feel inspired. I just want to sit down, watch a dvd, drink root brew and just chill. Yesterday/early morning was HOT DAMN. Anyhow, on a lighter note, my awesome brother and I connected to talk on AIM and he played the whole 1st level theme of the Mario Bros. That darned kid.

These are a few profound quotes that Jay and I advocate to our dear friends.

jeffersOn scOtts: "Today, life hit me and bit me in the ass when a
situation oppressed my outlook for the day, which brought forth a new
inspiration, an inspiration for death as I nailed shut the coffin, my destiny,
your inquiry."

WhatsAnEdgar: sometimes we sleep for no reason but to hide from the days
troubles, and sometimes we sleep casue out body is in trouble, the only time we
truly sleep is when we are dreaming about sleeping

WhatsAnEdgar: we hate everything because we cant
choose one thing to love, i only like using canola oil with my fried goods

WhatsAnEdgar: here and there humans are always on
the move, true we are animals, but my slacks only have one crease

WhatsAnEdgar: for some love is everything they look
forward to in life, but dont we oftern love life itself, and plus its not
everyday that walmart has a sale.

WhatsAnEdgar: your attempts in such activities has
now resulted in self inflicted pain and sleep will now be a muuch harder level
to grasp

heyLOOKitsCHOCO: laziness and fear are two reasons why
people cannot do what they want to do, sometimes people are afraid of being
unproductive because they want to keep doing things, but pink lemonade is not
really exactly pink.

Kate had work from 7-10 and she asked if I can cook.  Now, her
expectations of me cooking are more along the lines of hot dogs, eggs,
microwaving and toasting.  After doing some chores I headed to Raley’s.

accident #1
I cooked spaghetti.  Yes… I minced, cut, diced, sliced and sautéed. 
After I sautéed the pot, I made a mistake and put the sauce in before the beef
so I got another pot and put the beef in there.  The beef didn’t separate
and I was wondering the hell out of my mind, "Why?! What?!  Aww damn… ." 
I took out the meet and started chopping it up.  I looked at the label and
it said cubed beef steak and I thought "Awww damn!  Somebody put the
beef in the wrong section.

accident #2
When I was looking for the beef, I was looking for a pound worth and I saw the
label "1.10 lbs" and thought that was it.  It looked like ground beef. 
In fact, it looked like ground beef in the form of hamburger patties.  I
cut those suckers up and everything turned out fine.

incident #3
I heard a door open and I heard "Hi scruff!" and I jumped and ran at her "What
are you doing home early?! HELP! HELP!"  Well, I overacted a bit; I wanted
her to check if I did things correctly; I did.
result:
she loved it.  SHE REALLY DID.  It was hearty.  The
sauce wasn’t too sweet and not too sour.  It turned out that adding sugar
to the sauce is normal.  I DIDN’T KNOW.  For a moment, I thought I had
something going on there.  SEREN-FRIKKEN-DIPITY.  Unexpected surprise. 
The meet I accidentally chose ended up being GREAT.  The sauce was AWESOME
and I satiated Kate’s hunger. 
conclusion:
I sure did a lot of multi-tasking. Keeping an eye on 3 pots,
ingredients that do not go in at the same time, sauce, hot dogs, ground beef,
noodles and the other stuff.  IN ADDITION, my parents called me three times
to poke fun and see how I was doing.  Little did they know that it was a
success.  I love Jesus!

       
pics>>>Jeff
Cooked?!

When I lost my pocket knife, my dad gave me his keychain one. When I lost my wallets, he gave me one or bought me a new one and it always had money in it. I’ve lost about 7 wallets in my life. Once, I lost a whopping 50 bucks (5th grade) and I lost it when hanging upside down on the monkey bars (so I believe). He put in 20 bucks and a lucky $2 bill. My dad always made the cuts disappear, or make them appear they did. My dad is awesome. Mess with him and I will eat you alive. I PROMISE. I love my pops.

When I was a kid I was really excited for a Swiss Army knife.  I just
had to have one.  My 4th grade birthday, my dad bought me one, a real cool
one.  Those 3.5" ones with two knives, a can opener, a can puncturing tool,
a compass..and a few other gadgets.  It was awesome.  I brought it
everywhere with me and used it at any opportune moment.  I used it to help
my friends and me to build traps from the other neighborhood kids.  Anyhow,
when I went to Philippines in 6th grade, I either lost it or it was stolen. 
I was devastated.  My dad felt bad for me.

My dad gave me his keychain swiss army, those really tiny ones.  He had the
cool one that MacGuyver had, with 107 tools or so.  Well, I read somewhere
that I had to boil the knives to sterilize them, so I boiled water, like I did
for my mouthpieces back then, and little did I know, I wasn’t supposed to dip
the whole thing in.  The patent red plastic peeled off.  Again, a
devastated Jeffrey.  Last night, Kate and I were watching Pirates of the
Caribbean again, and when Jack Sparrow asked for his EFFECTS, I asked Kate if
she can buy me an effect.  She then told me that I have effects already–my
wallet, keys, beanie and watch.  I said I want a Swiss Army effect.

We went to Arden Mall and she bought me an effect.  I HAVE A FULL SET OF
EFFECTS!

Kate ROCKS!

I hope you enjoyed being redirected to this portion of my site. I think my site is the best one, ignore all those other 3 guys. They’re…weird. As for me, I am normal. Anyhoo, I am sedating my mind to some Nada Surf right now and I feel like being a high school quarter back who commites suicide because their is just too much damn pressure from my dad who is making forcing me to go to Harvard, and I wanna play football for Penn State. Screw my dad and his alumni jerks. I wanna play football.

Well, I blog about my first day in school later.

2 Tuesdays from now, my life will change. A Crow Left of the Murder Will be Released and all critics who talk trash will dissispate.