jeffrey + upstairsloft

It’s 8:04am and I can already say that today is crappy. I did, however, wake up peacefully, but it went all downhill when my girlfriend started getting at me and collected $2 from me because she typed up chapters 2,3 and 4 for our sociology review. Since she missed our normal exit, wee took the hi-way to school (as opposed cutting through downtown J street). She dropped me off at the other side of school so I walked through the union.

I picked up a cup of coffee. When i settled to sit down and sip a few sips (so I can add more creamer) I guess my table was a tilter, so without knowing, coffee spilled all over my notebook, blazer, pants and shoes. Sure, I can get more creamer, but I didn’t know whether to splash creamer on me or in my coffee. I walked to work, headed to the 3rd floor, used the restroom. Already disgruntled, I walked into the restrooms and saw a woman washing her hands. Embarassed and confused, I said “O! I’m sorry!” And I hurried out. Then I realized that this time, I was really in the men’s room so I headed back in and she just had this haughty smile on her face like she intended to make my day (if anything, she should have felt embarassed). After cleaning off my notebook and clothes, I checked the time on my watch, and rotating my wrist caused me to spill more coffee. Yep… midterm in less than 4 hours and I’m already feeling lousy.

If anybody needs me, I’ll be in bath tub making toast.

Kate wants a “coin-operated boy.” Haha.

I’m sitting at the River Front Cafe, facing a glass window that separates me and many people looking at their reflection. Little do they know, or care, that I am behind that glass, watching their eyes follow their reflection. Lots of guys wearing baggy pants, sagging below their ass cheeks like to look at themselves in the mirror. It’s funny. I just think, “ehh.. inefficiency.”

Their clothes are way too big for them. They’re wearing a belt but it only serves the purpose of keeping their pants above their knees. People should wear clothes that fit. I mean, it’s cheaper. Imagine how many pairs of pants can fit in the washer when people wear sizes that fit them.

Take this guy for example. He’s pretty slim, about 5′7″, and his pants are huge, low, and he’s wearing a thick ass bubble-like jacket in Sacramento. It’s 70 degrees outside. He can save water and energy by purchasing clothes that suitably fit and by wearing the necessary clothing articles. 50-cent doesn’t even wear his clothes that baggy.

Whatta bout that hardcore walking? They walk in a left-sway-right-sway-dip pattern. That doesn’t get you anywhere fast. That is very inefficient. What if a canine is chasing them? Would they they run in the left-sway-right-sway-dip? Probably not, so that doesn’t make a difference. BUT, If a canine is chasing them, they’d be to preoccupied holding their pants up so they’d be restricted from proper running form. They’d probably make it to class on time if they didn’t have to walk like a pirate.

The point is, it is a lot more efficient to wear clothes that suitably fit and walk with proper posture. Unless….unless… being hardcore is all about doing things inefficient. Hardcore guys shoot guns that they tip to the sides. I’m not fit to be hardcore; I’m too efficient. =(

HAH! Damnnnn! Our neighborhood got hit by the tornado! Crazy! Hah. Raley’s hot hit, some neighbors. Crazy, This is exciting.

What the hell is a tornado doing in Sacramento? Ummm. California???? Next thing we’ll see are massive icebergs melting in the San Francisco bay.

BTW, I’m waiting outside my door, at the Library Information Systems room, blogging and browsing websites. I hope I get paid for this. I was told to come in 30 minutes early and start at 7:30. Where the hell is everybody? I got mockups to show, dammit, yes, mockups. And my coffee is going to waste. It’s in my system but I’m making nothing of it. I should be writing a story, designing or something. But no. I’m sitting, waiting and blogging. I’m sorry. Continue on with your lives.

Everyday, wake up at 6-6:30. Auto-brewed coffee at 6:30-7:00. Bagel sometime in between. Leave for school at 6:40-7:15. Work or class at 730 or 8. Monday – Friday. But today…today was different. Today had all of the previously mentioned with the pleasant addition to waking up with my parents, brother and cousin in the house. It was a polar opposite. Normally, if I’m home, I wake up to say bye to my parents before they head off to work. Well, it was my mom who woke up to watch her adult children, Kate and me, continue off into our college adult lives. Responsibilites, school and work, I’m still a child.

Kyle and Abigail will be at the Sac house until Kate and I drive back home to Milpitas. A full week of my bro and cousin! Midterm paper and exam and all, it’s still good to have company. And… guess what? They insisted. I love my family. My 2 parents, my one brother, and my 300,329,490 aunties, uncles, cousins, nephews and nieces. Jun included. Jun becomes more Laxamana by the moment. Fremont got nothin on that.

Can you guess who’s in Sacramento?

Jun saw a nice sweater at Target. So he bought it. Why is it
Hanes Her Way? Queer. He needs a haircut. He poses
like Jesus. Kate’s parents are downstairs. Mine will be
here tomorrow. So will Jasmine. This weekend is cool.

Kate and I went to Fry’s Electronics and she kept doing the most annoying thing. She kept trying to hold my hand. She was doing it on purpose. She knows I don’t like that stuff. Neither does she. But she kept doing it. I kept avoiding it. But she kept clinging. I have one annoying ass girlfriend. Damn… and that’s me saying that. I wonder how many times she says that about me. On another note… boycott your Start Menu. Windows is retarded.

My first weekend in Sacramento since March 2004. Yep. First EVVVVER. EVVVVVVVER. It’s already booked. But, Jun is supposedly coming over. Jasmine is coming over on Sunday so we can assemble our portfolio for the Upper Division Portfolio Review. I’ll eventually post the pieces that I am submitting for the portfolio review. In the meantime, download Adobe Acrobat Reader. Do something creative. Start a gang fight. Until then.