jeffrey + upstairsloft

In response to Kate’s blog,
the last paragraph of her May 20 post, I am a nice guy.
(you bitches)

The Things that Made this Week a Grand Week:
1.  Accepted to Sacramento State
2.  Guitar tuners came in, allowing me to play my electric again
3.  Jhun nominated for best actor
4.  Dental cleaning w/ no cavities [if you recall my last 2 visits ago I
received 8 fillings.  My last visit I received 4 fillings]
5.  Spring 2004 came to an end
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Ok… I found out I was accepted to Sac. State on Monday but I didn’t inform my
parents until today, as a surprise.  I bought them Sac State merchandise
and presented it to them; today the acceptance later came in too. 
Anyhow…as planned…Graphic Design with a minor in psychology.  The two
go hand in hand.  I will hypnotize my clients as persuasion to dig my
designs.  Yup…I’m Sac State.

The ones who know me best are the ones who are most proud.  For many people
it’s given but I never really imagined this stage coming so quickly; I always
mentioned it when ask…you know….the typical "So what are you doing after
high school?"  "I’m going to a JC and transfer to a 4-year."  I always
worried about not getting in on time.  I was originally aiming for last
semester and I was rejected because they wanted Statistics completed a year in
advance to the budget cut.  And this semester, fortunately, I caught all
the fuck-ups that would have determined my acceptance into state.  I’m
still patting my back.  I felt indifferent when graduating high school. 
It was like…ehh…at least I got to sit next to Jhun (though we had different
teachers calling our names; that was fate) and I just wanted to get the my
family party ASAP.  It wasn’t sad, but it wasn’t happy.  It was
like..>FINALLY.  Now…in CSUS, I guess it makes up for the lack of emotion
I felt.  I’m so frikkin proud of myself.  If I had money, I’d buy me a
huge cake with guitar pedals in it.

Well…I guess I enjoy annoying Kate but sometimes I receive a response that I did not expect. I changed my background into a 1024 x 768 emu. She got scared and pissed in her pants while going dookie on her bed. So I changed it again into (the link below) and she just laughed. What a jerk. Anyhow…I found some tacky ass Louis Vuitton pattern and turned it into my background.

        >>>Pet
Louie

Mike Einziger played a green vintage Fender tele on Letterman tonight. Kewl.

Let’s all welcome Mase Betha back to the hip-hop scene. Haha. Pastor Mason
Betha is M-A-$-E and he’s back again.
        >>>Welcome
Back Ma$e

Knock Knock. Who’s there? Not the Kings. Webber missed a shot. Hahahah!!! Go Jordan! Go Pippen! Go Steve Kurr! Go Lakers!

Guess who’s back?!
        >>>She’s
Baaaaack!!!

The Chevron near the house in Sac is about the cheapest it can get around here, right off I-5 & Del Paso. $2.34 for the middle. I’m trying to imagine how expensive it is in San Francisco. Has it reached $3? Ridiclously priced, yet dickhead drivers continue to consume gas like AT&T unlimited mobile-to-mobile minutes. Save your $$$ and spare the air.

My mom is awesome. She bought me 3 packs of Hanes t-shirts and 2 packs of Hanes socks. Well, I didn’t ask for the socks. Kate did. “Auntie Agnes, Jeff needs new socks.” I contested. “No I don’t mom.” Kate replied, “Yeah he does! They have holes.” I says, “Yeah! They’re not that big yet.” My mom bought them anyways.

Kate gets annoyed of the stupidest things, like waking her up in the morning by jumping on her bed or licking her face, folding socks with holes and being too loud. It’s not like I mean anything by it.

I went shopping today to buy my mom and dad thank you gifts for everything they’ve done this year. They’ve supported my ass like butt-bras. They’re small thank you gifts but I think they’ll like it.

It’s pretty long.  It’s nonsense but IT MEANS SOMETHING.

Everyday I’m in Sac I make an effort to exercise at the health club that the home owners assoc. provides us. I don’t talk to anybody but I recongize a few faces. Today was weird; it was like I was in the middle of some club or cult that I didn’t know about. All these people of different races, different classes and wouldn’t look like they’d talk to each other…well…THEY TALKED. It was like they all knew who Tyler Durden was except me!

The surfer dude, the 30-yr old Americanized Indian engineer guy, a meathead, a fitness dedicated pinay were all talking to each other. They’d walked past each other as if they didn’t know each other; but boom! Out of nowhere they were “choppin it up.” They’re a part of some club, a fight club, a fitness club, something,
cuz I felt way out of place.

Anyhow, what’s up with those guys who walk like they’re holding their breath and flexing every muscle they have from their scrotum to their eyebrows. They didn’t even hit the weights and they are walking like they are macho gorillas. There seems to be this whole body builder’s craze. Myspace has lots of pictures of dudes posing with their shirts off. I mean, it’s almost normal to see self-webcam portraits, but it seems posing shirtless is the new thing.

What about those guys on Myspace who list every band they know as their favorite artists? Do you think they really listen to all those tracks? Or has the word “credibility” lost its meaning and somehow favorite bands means “I like 3 tracks they play on the radio and 1 track that sounds nothing like the other ones.” Yeah, I know, 2 Myspace references; I’m a loser. It keeps me going. I like being around where the hype is. Literally. Hypothetically, if I am at some poppin’ club where all these hoes be popping they thangs and dudes be jockin they asses, servin up on each other, I’d be at the corner table writing, blogging or having some interesting conversation with Sonya Blade or Ryu or something. If we were all a bunch of flies flying around shit, I’d be that one fly watching them, stationed on some bush. I’ve always been. The only difference between me THEN and me NOW is that, I keep my comments to myself. I used to type on diaryland and apply some sort of meaningless thesis on why people behave the way they do.

I like watching people act stupid; I may show that I am the most annoyed person in the world but it’s what keeps me going. It helps me justify that my evil inner thoughts are justified by people acting on them, thus, I don’t feel as bad. I’ve really learned to filter what I say. I bet I offend people but at least it’s not horseshit like “Look at his mesh hat. Now he catches on. What a scrub.” That’s pretty darn mean. And if I do say something like that, it’s not like I ultimately mean that. Do what the hell you want. That’s it from me for this week I think. I have essays. =)

Go white boy, go white boy, go!

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