jeffrey + upstairsloft

Wireless keyboards–now that’s a concept to trust. Imagine transmitting keystrokes wirelessly, through air, like passwords, secret codenames, international spies and their affilieates’ names exposed out in the open, names of mistresses. 128-bit encryption… blah blah. Like that means anything. Maybe I’m just paranoid.

I posted some pics from last week:
Some Spring Break Pics

What helps me get through the day, walking from one side of campus to the other, is imagining being the main character in a brilliantly schemed intro title sequence to a movie. There’d be a arrangement of freeze frames and panning, followed by an elaborate play of text that introduces the credits and characters. It’s like living in the same movie but all instances change– new passerbys, one day I’m hostile, another day I’m kind, there’s a school tour…everyday has its new set of instances. Beyond that, I control the music. I envision how the sequence goes. I am in complete control. Then I get to my destination and I wish I can repeat it all over again, complete the same difference all over again. But, I remind my self that I’ll get another peaceful 5-7 minutes tomorrow. For at least an hour of my day, because of this, I am at peace. I cherish those moments. Ripping heads, stepping on squirrels, peeling bark off trees and all other things evoking destruction aren’t a part of my agenda

Then there was yesterday, I didn’t get my peace. Instead, I got people bumping heads with me, inconsiderate creeps who block the narrow alleys, people screaming “Tisha!” at the top of their lungs, 3 feet away from my left ear, people pushing my buttons with their haughty remarks and nobody who wanted to listen to a word I was saying. I felt like exploding yesterday. Squirrels’ lives were at risk. People who left their cups of coffee unoccupied at their tables near me… they were at risk.

“This song will change your life:” The Shins – New Slang.

Tons of people have flaked on me and people will continue but that does not justify that I owe one back to the world. I just flaked on a plan 7 hours before it’s supposed to happen and he’s my newest friend and now I feel like a fucking ass. My own girlfriend for a hundred years cannot understand that little crap like that bugs me. I’ll gladly flake on somebody who means nothing to me just to make his or her life a tad bit more miserable and uncomfortable, but not to The Rob or any of my friends. Good Friday or not, shoulda told showed as much passion of resenting the idea a few days ago as you did a few minutes ago.

Women are masterminds. They play this psychological game with you. All Kate had to do kill my excitement to get me to cowardly text message Rob at 3am to tell him that the plan is off. Hopefully he reads this blog and continues to think I am a saint. I coulda lied and told him I hurt myself and had to get emergency surgery or some creative story to soften the blow but no… I told the truth. Damn me.

I posted some pics from Saturday’s Upper Division Celebration

>>> Pics from Saturday

Dammit… I hate web. Ok. A brief bio. I love print. Print print print. Type type type. I have fireworks on my mac and I finally messed around with it and you know what? Why didn’t I learn this long time ago. Why didn’t anybody tell me just what it did, in laymen’s terms. Hah. I was using frontpage all the way until this layout. I finally taught myself dreamweaver. Fireworks is much more fun and more exciting for designers than Dreamweaver. I hate web. All I can do is use basic ass html fix-its and apply my understanding of color, type, layout, compostion and blah blah to it. And you know what…. I JUST DEDICATED TO BLOG ON NONSENSE. Which brings me to my next point.

I don’t blame Kate for hating me. We fart in front of each other, we see the worst of each other and we’ve been together for almost 4 years but this is pathetic. She cannot continue to see me like this. It’s spring break and I am boring as hell. We’re just couped up in the house not doing anything. I live like a pathetic loser, bachelor who does nothing but occupies his own time, with the exception of living with my girlfriend. God… she cannot see me like this; this is so pathetic. “My name is Will Ferrell, and I’m a porn actor.”

Btw. New photos added.

Kate says I spend too much time on my laptop; I admit, it is true. So, what am I doing on my laptop? Many things. I’m keeping myself occupied with some personal project, reading the 3-4 blogs I visit daily, listening to music, reading the news, I research Mac troubleshooting and Mac updates, experiment with type and look for ways frivolously spend money (pretty much teasing myself). I don’t think I chat much; just Jun and Rob. So, if you have add, you might as well put your assortment of jelly beans in one bowl and make something of that.

What is Kate doing when I am on the laptop? Watching TV or sleeping. But it’s really a beautiful morning outside and I owe myself a good read, a leisure read, nothing directly related to school. Yes. That would be nice. Hmm. Let’s see how far I get with that Kate’s at work and I HAD work but… it was optional. Hah. I’ll work 8 hours split between Tuesday and Wednesday.

Some people spend too much time trying to let everybody know that they are anti-everything and they just look like asses. Anyhow… Kate finally got away from tube and placed herself in front of the LCD and started designing. She’s rusty but it’s turning out. So.. expect Kate to have a new layout sometime this week. In the mean time, I’m going to go be anti-skin because everybody has skin and I want to be different.

O! If you haven’t tried Peanut Butter Toast Krunch, there is no justification for living. Go buy some. They’re on sale at Raley’s near Arco Arena.

Kate and I went to Raley’s today and guess who we saw, chillin, shoppin in the cereal aisle? Mike Bibby. Hah. yeah..he’s no Kobe but…still…he’s a celebrity and I was too damn shy to ask to take a pic with him. Plus, he was on the phone. BUT! I did get some sort of evidence…like I said…evidence. (Damn Kate’s camera for an unreliable focus.)

>>>Mike Bibby’s Head