jeffrey + upstairsloft

I guess if you’re Beyonce’s, Hilary Duff’s, Britney Spears’ and Jessica Simpson’s sibling, you’re automatically musically-talented and worthy of an MTV video (if MTV’s still possesses such credibility). The Backstreet Boys, at least, knew how to sing. See the correlation between talent (or lack of talent thereof) and hitting TRL’s #1 spot?

The world is sick–when the amount of success we receive gauges how well of a life we think we live when we should be thankful for what we have. I know I am contributing to show how spoiled we are by complaining about the variety of music we have to listen to in the first place while there are 3rd world countries without tvs, malls, let alone a stable home, BUT STILL! Hilary Duff can’t sing! What makes you think her sister can?!

I chatted my ass of tonight. First. Me and Jhun. Normal stuff. Then Kaye about some grievances. Then Terese Santos IMed me outta nowhere. And we chatted like 2 cousins who haven’t caught up in years. Which is exactly what we did.

We’re family friends. It’s a relief to catch up with people who share a genuine connection and mutual understanding about each other. We don’t know everything about each other but there is a sense of sensibilty and understanding that closely resembles the sort of connection you have with a cousin. For instance, my cousin Abigail…I may not know EVERYTHING that goes on with her life but when it comes down to the fundamentals of the type of person she is, I will know how to react and approach her. I value such relationships.

Normally I reprehend myself from gloating but I am inclined to commend my
uncommon occurrences of receiving good grades.  Lots of big words huh? 
Yeah…I’m gonna go to state.  I think it’s code for CSU students. 
Haha.  Just kidding.  You stupid cow.  I’ve always been a good
reader, speller and grammarian but I always failed to recognize a story’s
underlying theme and I always disorganized my thoughts when plotting them on
paper, tied to some fancy shmancy thesis or analysis statement.  With that
said…I got an A in English 1b (considering I haven’t taken English in a
year).  So screw the system!!! That makes me good English speaking.

O yeah…and who graduated high school with a 2.49?  Never cut class (’til Senior year
with Kate to eat Jack-in-the-Box but come back to school for 6th period [since
we had that class together]).  I wasn’t stupid.  I just didn’t do
work; I couldn’t focus.  But what’s my grade now mama?!  Huh?! 
A, A, A, A, B.  I’m psyched.  What a way to end my Jr. College career. 
I sure hope I’m not setting myself for a big trip when I begin a CSU semester. 
I’m biting my tongue here.

O yeah. Jhun informed me that the girl who played Judy on “Family Matters,” you know, Laura Windslow’s younger sister…well she’s a pornstar now. How does he know? Vh-1 said so!

Se7en is a great film. It took this long for me to watch it and I just knew it was some psychological thriller with the dopest play on text in an overall film. Before the film, during the film and during the credits…I was so captivated. O yeah…the storyline is great too. But check out the play of text. People seem to be more involved with The Matrix and its creative developer but Se7en is just fucking awesome. David Fincher, coincidentally, has two films with dope type treatments–Fight Club and Sev7en. Ok. I’m excited. Great film!!!

I haven’t posted pics in a while. I’ll save it for New Orleans. 1 more week! It’s gonna be fun.

I just realized that I wrote a 200000 word essay on jeans. Either I am bored or I am metrosexual. Anyhow,
it was hot. I tried to swim. Many people. Got grumpy. Went back to the house. Mowed lawn and trimmed the edges.
Vacuumed at midnight. Formatted my computer. Is this how I am supposed to spend my summer vacation?! A friend asked why I chose to go to Sac State when I told him about my acceptance; he said, “Why Sac state? It’s boring?”

He then asked “What happened to the old Jeff? The exciting Jeff who used to wrestle everybody and
Stonecold stun people at the lockers, jump on their shoulders and do flips and wrestle in his living room and brush the carpet so his mom doesn’t find out?” I replied, “He’s still here. He’s just wrestling himself because everybody else left
him for drugs, alcohol, parties and clubs." A boring school for a boring guy. He
says boring; I say content. But it’s cool-less people to stun.

I have many acquaintances I can hold conversations with but nothing beats my 5
closest friends.  As they may know I am very tight with my family; my mom’s
parents had 14 kids.  That’s a lot of…..KIDS.  You perverts! 
My friends are up there like that, even if Jay’s hair is big.  Jhun calls
my mom, "Mom" and it’s normal.  Sometimes he takes my place at the dinner
table because I ate already.  I diverge too much.  Did this bore you?! 
Good!  It just goes to show that I belong in Sacramento.  You sack
of wine. How many times did I jump subjects in this entry?
        playlist.on.repeat | coldplay
b-sides

I got to world 4 in Mario Bros. on Game Boy sp while Kate shopped for several of hours, meaning, I got 3 letters from the princess and I untransformed the king 3 times.

Ode to Jeans – The Search is Over

I’m a pretty simple dresser and a pretty simple guy. I like clothes that don’t cost a testicle. I like to
dress casually during any occasion and I am not too fond of dressing up for most
occasions. Aside that, I am really particular with pants. Kate and Jhun can tell you that I have gone through several of pants within the last few years, searching for the best fit. However, I am not down to pay a testicle and donate my kidneys for a pair of nice fitting jeans.
I’ve bought pants that seem cool at the time and I couldn’t resist the price and
I told myself that I WOULD wear them but I never did.  For instance, I
bought some Wranglers from Western Wherehouse.  They fit, especially since
I dropped some weight.  But they are too damn stiff and I am too lazy to
break em in…if they even break in.

For a while I had these Gap 1969s from the clearance rack at Stanford’s Gap. They were cool. They ripped. Then I figured…”Ahhh…ok..so 1969s are the ones.” Little did I know that they cost a million bucks. I’ve bought a total of 3 1969 Regular fits and they were all different. I’ve gone through Old Navy Jeans which are, by far, the worst jeans in general I can buy. I mean baggy jeans are all alike to me. But I don’t wear baggy. This is where I am really anal with jeans–the cut.

Well, once after class last year, Jhun, Kate and I went to TJ Maxx @ mercado and I found some cool Levi’s 501’s with a a vintage wash. They were 12 bucks. They fit well. Hell yeah I got em. They’re near the brink of death
now. I wore them every week for days since I bought them.  The crouch has wear, the inseam is falling apart. Everytime I step foot into Ross or something I search for
Levi’s 501s.

Well, today I went to Mervyn’s and I bought me some 501s for 34.99
(actually mama paid). I figured, why the hell not. It’s confirmed, the jeans
that fit me best are 501s.  The cut and everything.  I don’t like to
stand in front of my closet for more than 15 seconds but the pants gotta fit. 
I figure, if the clothes fit then I don’t have to spend so much damn time trying
to figure out what to wear, just throw it on and leave; I can go out and play
sooner.  Like I said, I’m a simple dresser, a simple guy and I rotate between 1-2 pairs of jeans, 4 pairs of
Dickie’s and plain white Hanes tee-shirts.  Dickie’s 874 (i think) fit well
too.  A whole blog dedicated to pants.  It’s just that deep to me.

Well, the search is over and according to the butt tag, it’s the original jean. 
So…assuming 501s will be around for some time.  I can stop wasting time
searching for the right jean and just cough up some dough every 9 months or so
for a pair.  I mean, I only need blue jeans.  I don’t need blue, bluer
than blue, vintage wash blue, blue sky blue blue blue and bleu blue.  $35
bucks compared to the price people pay for Blue Cult jeans???  Yeah…see.

I would like to welcome Kyle to the minidisc lifestyle. That makes Kyle, Kate, Me, Jhun and Paul. Kyle wanted a CD player out of nowhere when we went to Best Buy. I persuaded him to a minidisc; “CDs are for cars and you are the only kid I know who actually listens to all tracks in albums.” Then I told him that all the Incubus albums fit in one disc. He was sold. It’s a wonderful thing. My mp3 player was my best friend in high school. Even when I was talking to people I had one part of my headphones on. I even wore it to prom to accompany me.