jeffrey + upstairsloft

audio\\\ Faith No More – Easy Like a Sunday Morning

Ladies and gentlemen… almost 21 and a half years of living and I experienced my first hangover. Not bad for a guy who’s lips first touched alcohol (besides dad giving me a taste of beer as a kid…ugh) to chug down half a bottle of malt liquor on his birthday.

Kate rocks.

DOWNSIDE
I went to WalMart and got bumped into by people who don’t say
"Thank you" when you say "Bless You."  They don’t say "You’re welcome."
The type of people who bump into you without apologizing.  You know…
the typical rudeness you’d find at all Wal-Marts (excluding
Milpitas wal-mart because it’s more Asian factor than ghetto factor).
You know…guys like these:

UPSIDE
I got warmer gloves, an envelope opener and new socks.

Why blog what I blog?

I can recap and add in my own personal opinions to whatever chaos or madness is
happening in the world.  I can.  But how boring would that be for me?  If I had
some sort of political blog to respond to whatever issues that people can read
off the newspaper, there wouldn’t be much of an incentive for me.  Plus, the sad fact is, I don’t really care of most
issues that happen, I mean I sympathize, well…I guess I am just not inspired to add
my opinion out there for people to read, ’cause quite frankly, who the hell
cares what I have to say.

So I blog ME.  All things and everything tuned to my taste.  Why? 
Because I can.  I can put on a mask and act smart and talk about local,
world or statewide affairs; but how pretentious would that be?  O yeah. 
Perfect spot for a big word.

Simply, my aim, my target, my intention is not to blog about what happens out
there, but in here, my head, my thoughts, my feelings, my spur-of-the-moment
inspirations to write something that people actually read, something I actually
go back to and read.  Plus, I know myself better than I know whatever
filtered information is being presented to us.

"Why don’t you blog about something that really matters and talk about the stuff
that happens in the world?"

Because it HAPPENS in the world and people have more than a million
sources to pull info off of.  I am just a guy, with thoughts and if you’re
reading and you keep coming back, obviously you’re coming back not expecting me
to talk about the my thoughts of the presidential debate, the war in Iraq or how
Russia is plotting to take over the US.  Buy a newspaper for $.50 to read
that stuff.  Visit upstairsattic.com/jeffrey to check out some guy talk
about meaningful nonsense.  Yes, if it serves myself a purpose, it’s
meaningful, at least it is to me and whoever cares.

If you think my blog is self-serving, well, you’re probably right. 

If what I blog doesn’t suit you, try on another jacket.  Mmmm delicious.

Happy Birthday Maile! You only turn 21 once, so, uhhh I’ll be there when you turn 22 too.

If you love me (please do) you would buy me a

Rapidograph pen.  For 5 years I’ve been using a Zebra F-402 as my
everyday pen and recently I’ve added my Rapidoliner to my left pocket, right
next to my veteran pen.  It works so well!  For one, it’s acid-free,
delivers results like if it were a felt-tip pen, but it’s a ballpoint; and the
ink dries quickly.  Other ballpoint pens like the Precise pens have an
inconsistent ink flow and I never use those because it takes too long to dry.

I know this is dumb, I’m all worked up over a pen, but Micron felt-tip pens
never stay .5 after a week of use.

Kate’s dope.  She’s getting me

this.

If you wonder why I don’t watch scary movies, ask Jun, Kate, Kaye or my dad, especially. It was 11 o’clock. I called my house so somebody can open the door and walk with me upstairs. As dorky as it is (o…btw, I feel much better now [I was frozen after the movie]) calling my parents saved me an axiety attack up the stairs. Next couple of movies: Fat Albert, Polar Express, That one with Bill Murray and that one with Ashton and that one girl from The Terminal. Scary movies??? I’ll pass.

BTW, I originally wasn’t going to go. I decided to sacrifice a fourth of my life to a scary movie so I wasn’t bored stuff, alone, with no friends. I gave in to peer pressure, minus the whole pressure part. IM STILL MAD!!! Damn misfortune…

I have no clue of what the hell is going on, however, all I can say is that in the past month, I have made a commitment to tone down my assholeness, my spiritual level is at an all-time high, I’ve been praying, even attended church and I listen for the most part. I’ve received great grades in the past weeks from my exams, which I thank whatever spiritual powers that allowed me to focus and study and somehow arrange that dynamic to have things turn out in a pleasant way.

Then comes yesterday. As soon as I hit question #33, it all went downhill. My ‘A’ exam probably dropped to a low ‘B.’ Later, that night, I receive mail, demanding I pay Rite Aid $150 for some stupid bullshit that happened in August. Today, I take practice exposures with my Nikon FM (yeah, that one that was just serviced) and the mirror locked up and I am unable to fix the jam. I told Kate my situation and even added, “I’m just full of misfortune aren’t I?” A few moments later, while unpacking my backpack, I found my graphic design ruler snapped into two pieces.

Things went better when I wished mutiny to rain down on earth and people. The moment I mellow out, find some peace, focus and just tend to nobody else’s business but mine, the stupidest little shit happens.

My better sense of judgement is leaving me. Damn you question #33.

I was organizing this box I bought from University Art (20-50% entire store, today) and Kate runs out of my room, holding a black DVD case to her bosom, and I asked, “What the hell hell are you doing?!” She replied, “I’m getting my special DVD case.” She’s watching Pippi Long Stalkings. Whatta freak. Yeah…gotta love her.

In other news… damn you question 33-38. All was going so well until you came along. So how did my lecture midterm go? Ehh…I hate 33-38. Those numbers can rot next to the retired cheese in the fridge.

I printed a new picture for my portfolio today. This has not been touched other
than digitally touching up the dust marks that need to be physically spotted. 
I need guidance.

        pic>>>Oct. 18, 2004 -

"Moving Away"

In other news.  Paul called me yesterday around 4pm,
reassuring himself of the directions to the Sac house.  He got here at 7. 
Went to Borders (while Kate was at work).  Picked up Maile from work at
CSUS and chilled at the house.

Paul’s watercolor of Kate.

@ CSUS, art students have wimpy little art bins.  Paul…
well, his ass brings his 3-tray art bin (huge), his other supplies
and a mother effing table.  That’s Paul eating sinigang.

Paul’s watercolor of Martina.

Paul getting started on another one.  I should have taken
a pic outcome.

Pimpin’ three honeys.  Gnaw mean??? So what if they’re
watercolors… I’m in between Kate and Tina..mannnn.

It’s that Sac love.  Even if Maile’s sporting her SJSU gear.
Pshhh.. Hornets can sting Spartans…bzzt.  That was gay.