jeffrey + upstairsloft

There is constant dialogue in Kyle’s [my younger brother] room during the weekends. Most of his dialogue pertains to computer games. I hear laughing. I hear him talking to his friends over his headphones. I hear a monotonous tapping of his mouse against the table. Kids these days will find their wives over the internet; they don’t know how to interact otherwise. Poor souls. I say, strip them from their computers and reintroduce computer children to swingsets, monkey bars, slides and tanbark.

Rather than accquainting children to knowing what to do when the computer freezes, accquaint them to the little pains and joys of life, like tanbark splinters and kicking the ball to the far left field. Constant dialogue with computers…hardly any dialogue with humans. Their playgrounds have computers and T3 connections. Our playgrounds had tanbark, swings and thugs running up in the place with gats regulating our every actions. Well, maybe no guns for the most of us.

We were voted off our island because our personalities were too heavy and it weighed it down. Instead, we were given our own island, with all the space we needed. I was the first to leave. Jhun left second. I found Kate. Paul joined. Paul brought in Jay. We have our own fuckin island. We don’t fight for spacel we don’t fight for attention and best of all, we’re not misunderstood. Everybody on the last island attempted to live this utpoian life and Jhun and I were just too real for them neggars. When I see members off the old island, I can be a grownup and shake their hand with a nice, warm smile. But I was never grownup to begin with. I’ll shake your hands after sneezing on my palms anbd scratching my balls.

Really, you smell so good. Come closer.

My mama hosted a party for my Auntie Diana.  When people started to leave,
the freaks came out at night.  Jay and Jhun dropped by and the result was,
well, pure gaydom.  Jay started a fad.  Jhun caught on.  I
followed.  I told you my haircut looks dumb.  But wearing an oversize
jersey doesn’t help. HAHAH!  M.I.A. Paul.  He was throwing down his
house blessing.  It would take a nation of priests to bless his house. 
That thing is huge.

My life in haircut experiences:

In 7th grade I began to cut my own hair to save 8 bucks from a bi-weekly
routine.  For a few months it wasn’t that much of a disaster.  I
learned.  I cut my hair EVERYDAY and every month I would have the top
trimmed.  It wasn’t until the last Friday of April of my freshman year that
I began to cut my top.

I always came to the salon with freshly cut sides, considering I cut my hair
EVERYDAY for 4 years.  She cut it too short and I had a birthday party
coming a 2 weekend after.  This isn’t a racist remark, rather, it’s a
description of her race.  THE WOMAN WAS VIETNAMESE.

K, as indicated in my current pictures, I now have long hair.  I normally
get my haircuts from Joanne, she’s a close friend from high school.  She’s
pregnant.  She might puke on me or her belly might poke my back when she
cuts my hair.

In early February, I got a haircut at Kim’s Nail and Hair in Sacramento. 
It was 8 bucks.  I asked for a 1.5" trim.  She trimmed 3 inches. 
It was cool.  It wasn’t until I noticed that my left side was 2 inches
longer than my right.  She was Vietnamese with broken English and hostile
service.  I smile a lot.  Biatch.

Today I got a haircut @ Milpitas Supercuts and asked for a 1 inch trim. 
ONE INCH. NOT WUN.  I think WUN is 4 inches in Vietnamese.  Well, I
look like Anthony Kiedis.  Only he can play off his haircut.  She cut
my hair amazingly short.  It’s stupid.  I asked for ONE, not WUN. 
I always stereotyped most Vietnamese stylist to never follow directions when
cutting hair; many, I MEAN many have agreed, if my Vietnamese friends. 
It’s the whole reason why I started cutting my own hair.  Fuck…if I knew
how to give myself a bobcut, I;d do it, but i Don;t do long hair.  Biatch. 
Kate has it just as bad.  Spur of the moment, she decided to get one. 
She asked for a 2 inch trim and her bangs to be cut below her eyes.  Well,
all of the sudden she is Girl Interrupted.  Fuck.  I want white folk
to cut my hair.  They listen. But they charge an arm, a leg and a testicle
for a haircut.  Joanne, I MISS You.  I only wanted a haircut to even
out my ends, fuck, there was a 2 inch difference!!!  Is that too much to
ask for.
———-  <— approx. 1 inch
—————————————————————— <— approx
WUN inch.

JHUN, I FEEL YA BRRAAAAA.  WE GON GET DEM CRACKAZ CUT OUT HAIR.
NUN THAT SILLY CHING CHONG KUNG FU. GO BACK TO YA COUNTRY. WHITE POWER.

I don’t know…is it the lighting, God’s natural canvas, a lack of vision? I don’t know what it is but I am feeling real down and uninspired to take pictures. Flipping through people’s photo portfolios doesn’t really inspire me. ‘ not a huge fan of photographic emulation. ahem. What does inspire me is…well…I don’t even know. I don’t want to take the same shots I’ve been taking. I got tired of it. I want some obscure idea to hit me and I’ll just run with it. I can’t ever stick to one thing. I love my cameras. I want to take them for a walk. Hopefully I will have awesome oppotunities when Kate gets her digitialia and we can go on an imagehunt.

I was browsing through my digital photo archives and I have few ACTUAL days of good photographs. They are snapshots and snippets of that day. It’s been 3 months and the only major event I can recall is Vegas. I looked at last year’s archives and the year before…and within 3 months I photographed so much. It’ll hit me. Hopefully it hits me hard. I feel utterly useless and uninspired. I want to drop English, Health and guitar and just design and photograph. I’ve felt like this for 3 years…and I am still stuck in JC wasting life, wasting time, with the enjoyful company of the lovely Ms. Reyes. Night yall.

I walked into my room, looking for Kate, after finishing some stuff up on the
computer.  And there she was just lying on my futon like a fat lazy oaf. 
What did I do to retaliate?




I farted on her head and shared it with the world.

Kate has stepped into the realm of DIGITALIA. She finally got tired of trying to use mine. Well, we have New Orleans, San Diego, LA, Incubus and Philippines this year. She’ll be ready. Plus, it’s kinda of a challenge sneaking in my camera into HP Pavilion. Unless I were black…ya know….I normally stick the camera down my pants. Hahha. NO. SHUT UP. I’m serious. So we can sneak in Kate’s. I just ordered it online. We figured Best Buy’s 4 yr PSP isn’t worth her budget. Jerks. K. Bye. CANON SD10. Awesome. Check out Sony 828. DAMMMN. * megapixels..cmon…really….that’s like printing a poster for your front door. Cameras will one day be 39479843543 megapixels while cars will be V1,000,000 and 100,000,000,000 cylinders.

I love the smell of your hair. Come closer.

I was spraymounting my design project and this big ass asphault truck pulls up in front of the driveway. It didn’t catch my attention until the guy asked me, in broken english, if it’s ok. I asked, “How long?” He said 2 hours. I said, I will be leaving for school within 2 hours. After about 5 times of reiterating myself, he finally moved it.

Question is, did I do something to deserve an attitude? I was nice. I even asked HOW LONG he would be there, even though it is a bad idea REGARDLESS. What if there is an emergency and I have to pull out one of the cars out of the garage. Anyhow, he moved it. That’s what matters. I wonder if people in Sacramento use their garages for parking. WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU CONTINUE TO PARK IN FRONT OF A DRIVEWAY. Luckily I was outside spraymounting, otherwise we’d be trapped again. Stupid ass world and stupid ass people. This is evidence that God has a sense of humor–dumasses.

It’s halfway over! Wahoo!

It reached 93 degress. I thought I died, but it felt great. = )