jeffrey + upstairsloft

Today’s agenda is strictly reserved for the research phase of my design process. It took a Triple Black to stop my mind from racing thoughts of random subjects, situations and the urge for outbursts. I am in a relaxed state-of-mind. So i figured there are three stages of alcohol’s effects on me.

There’s phase 3 where I am just belligerent and acting a fool like I did several years ago before I (dare I say this) matured. There’s phase 2 where I am buzzed and I can listen to people in a conversation without the urge to pull my hair out of my scalp and contracting the hell out of my toe muscles (yeah yeah, I can’t stay still). And there’s phase 1 where I am just calm.

I think Vince likes me at this phase because I don’t annoy the hell out of him with my stupid comments, lame ass jokes and I’m not bouncing off of the walls. Pretty much, I’m not like how I was in 2-d last semester, doing flips off benches, breaking elevators, diving onto the art desks from the counters and molesting Rob. If it were up to all of you, I’d have the sound of ADHD pills rattling in my backpack and constant “Did you take your medicine” from teachers, peers and friends.

In the last 3 days I slept 15 hours (1-2 hour naps included). In the last 7 hours I slept 7 hours. I fell asleep to a nap at 6 and I finally, just now, woke up for my nap. I felt disallusioned and I have a headache. I should feel good about catching up with sleep but I feel wrong. My head hurts. Naps aren’t supposed to be 7 hours long. I should have waken up 6 hours ago. My body is all messed up. Jet lag.

What’s crazy is that Kate will wake up at 6. She can sleep. And after 12 hours of sleep, I bet she would want more. August people are like that.

**So then at 2am. I spoon Kate annoyingly. She wakes up, looks at the clock and gasps “O shit!” She gets up, uses the john, and goes back to sleep. She’s special.

And then the day before it’s due, it clicks, and the process becomes much more clearer. Sleep tonight? More like a 30-minute nap before class. This is getting exciting. I don’t need to know how to draw. A simple idea, a simple sketch and a million variations of that sketch will suffice. If I can sketch 30% of the adjectives in the dictionary, I’m halfway to brilliance.

I’d love to bathe in acid right about now. It would feel so much better than designing a mark. My drawing skills and math skills legally classify me as mentally retarded. I kid you not. The best I’ll ever become is a production artist; pay me $1.50 an hour to produce your sketches in illustrator. I’m for hire.

I finally caught up with sleep and showers. Little did Rob and Sara know that I was unbathed for days when we exchanged masculine hugs. I’m a great friend.

Some odd weeks ago Kate and I went to Oakland and SF to take some pics for a Found Typography project. Well, they’re posted in the Lomographs, along with some snapshot portraits with my Nikon. Thanks to photoshop for the quick layout fix. I’m a cheater.

I’m at this awkward position of organization and scatterbrain. I’m always equipped with my weekly planner moleskin, pocket moleskin, post-its, blank bristol 8.5 x 11 and now tissue paper. I also made another subtle change to my life. I switched pens. I recall a blog on just how I swtiched pens. Pens matter to me. It’s my effect. My pen is as important as my wallet. I recommend the Pilot Precise V5.

Many of us declared that Wednesday is the new Friday. Wednesday is my favorite day of the week. I get to nap. Gwen’s class made my last-minute 5-page essay a breeze. Writing an essay never felt so easy compared to design.

I’m at the point of my life where I can’t do design work to music–because I’m doing color association, shape, symbols and semiotics research. Reading, reading reading. Anazlyzing notes, sketching. It’ll pay off. I want to break down every Monday and Wednesday, but at the same time, I want to smile. The pain overwhelms me but it feels good, I think I feel the learning process.

My new bedtime is 2:30. I must learn to be happy with 4-hour sleeps. Kate said it best herself. She told me, “This is crazy, you have to schedule in eating! Normally… well, you just eat, now you gotta find time.”

O yeah, and I gave Kate a peck on the cheeks today, at school! Where people might see us. Crazy huh?! 4 years and that felt weird (but cool). Dammit, I sound 14. Bye.

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Look up these keywords: Charles M. Goethe. Eugenics. Racism. I’m officially linked. I am putting together a poster that exhibits the godfather of the Eugenics Society. Politics and money… otherwise, nobody would give a rat’s ass about the guy. By the way, I touched his diary. It was out of its protective case and I skimmed through a couple of pages.

He was on a train and he was observing a couple of kids, a few with dark hair and a few Anglo Saxons. He noted that the Anglo Saxons would grow up to be a success and that the dirty, dark-haired kids will choose a not so righteous path. The first page fell out and I figured I should put that down before I get caught. Oops. Imagine had that been Mein Kampf. Score.

What is this? Don’t I have to get up at 6? The madness…

I can bash on Kate all I want on how she doesn’t work (despite that last two days) but I gotta give it to her, she gets her stuff done. Her timing is a bit too close to the edge but compared to a retard like me, where I work on something way ahead of time and get it done just as Kate conluders her projects or assignments. I’m a slow worker who has the attention span of

I saw 5 minutes of the 49er game. That was pretty nostalgic. I haven’t watched football in years, let alone TV.

“Wanna ride bikes?”