jeffrey + upstairsloft

I woke up at 4 this morning to experience my first real Black Friday, came home empty-handed and I don’t mind. For four years, before moving to Sac, I was on the other side of Black Friday, catering to the masses, the rushes, the hostility and early morning Best Buy meetings. For the past semester I’ve been reluctant to sleep more than two hours on any given school day. So sleeping at 2 and waking up at 4 was no problem.

I decided to head over to Sac’s main shopping hub, Arden, grab a cup of coffee and head over to Circuit City. I was brushed up against, elbowed, nearly trampled in a sea of over eager Black Friday shoppers. I loved it. I even got to exchange hostility. It was awesome.

Being a spectator of this event gave me such a rush—this is probably due to being cooped up in a house all day during Thanksgiving. I walked around, intending to buy a 2gb SD card for my Wii and a dvd. I was punching myself in the face to not give into temptation of buying the Digital Rebel XTI with the intention to sell my XT (I really do need to shoot 13×19 @ 300dpi). After stationed in the same spot in line for half an hour, I decided to walk around more. This is where the fun died off, despite my catch-up conversation with my classmate who was working her Red Bull shift. Yeah, she drives those cool Red Bull Mini Coopers with a cool Ghostbusters backpack with free Red Bulls. I was quite the caffeinated kid today.

I headed over to the mall, which was jam-packed. It wasn’t even 7. I walked around, listened to music, watched people fuss over stupid shit. As the boredom kicked in, I headed over to Best Buy. Again, I ran into my fellow classmate but this time I passed on another Red Bull. Got bored 30min later and decided to go to Fry’s. My parents called, I picked them up, we hit up Staples and Target.

That 3 hours to myself, spectating this whole event ,was a relief for me. I almost forgot how the rest of the world operates. I’ve been living in a vacuum for the past year (or 6) and I just forgot that the world doesn’t only consist of shitty drivers and rude people. Granted, there were shitty drivers and rude people, but I was able to overlook that today. Cheers.

The evolution of the “Happy Thanksgiving” page. In middle school we, the 1980ish people, would page everybody 48994-6088735-710 or something like that. Pagers went out about 20 years ago and everybody got cell phones so we started text messenging. By then we can send people 160-characer messages with actual letters. Now, we can send people messages on myspace with nifty little images. Fromthe pager, cell phones and now myspace. I gotta say that I miss the pager days. Nostalgia’s funny. I bet there’s people out there who miss the smoke signals.

These fools are lyrical terrorists! More importantly, they’re pinoy. Holla. Hittin’ you wid da real real. One.

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Side note: I am known to my peers as a sarcastic guy. DJ Pyrofag in full effect. He might be making a comeback this winter. word.

Testing. Beta blogger sucks. I haven’t been able to post for the past week—since I made the switch. I logged into Blogger and it it seduced me to sign up for this horrid Beta crap. I should have known I was stepping into elephant crap when it told me in bold letters that there is no turning back. Crap!

People are lining up at Best Buy and Fry’s like they’re selling a cure for AIDS. Stupid Sony. The next thing we need is people killing each other for video games. All I know is… Sunday at 9am, I’m walking into Target and picking up a Nintendo wii. No line. No fuss. Too bad I won’t be able to play with it until I find some free time.

I can’t believe I’m saying this and I will regret it; but I am burnt out. One project, just this one project of over a dozen major projects has me stressing out. It’s that final straw that is breaking the camel’s back. I managed quite well this semester and now I am just taking the beating. Holding myself up alone is not going to be enough to finish this semester strongly. I was self-motivated this far, with this much to do, but it’s not enough. Last night, the F-word kicked me in the ass. Failure. I’m working as hard as I can but I don’t think it’s cutting it. I think I’m too tired to properly function. Shit.

When I’m driving or walking past people, not just on campus but anywhere, I wonder what these people’s sleep patterns are. I wonder who is up when I am up and if I can be friends with the people who prefer a 2pm–10pm sleep schedule—the not so standardized living schedule. In New York, I felt I can live a pretty standard life of getting food, drinks, or whatever it is at any time of day. I’m a night owl. Lack of sleep doesn’t mess up my sleeping patterns and health—I want to sleep from 2–10pm but my geographical standard is set up for a 8–5 day.

At least be cloudy all day and most of the year around. I love California, but its weather is all too sunshiny and happy. It fogs my brain. Too much light contributes to my already lacking factor of being able to focus. Dig? Word.

I get grumpy and frustrated because often times I find myself helping others and that favor isn’t returned. And I never realize this until I fall behind with my own crap. I need a space where I can put on my invisbility cloak and just work—sans interuptions. Distractions are the number one thing I cannot get away from, whether my mind is on overdrive or otherwise.

I tend to blog when I’m pissy; I should stop. I should scan those 5 rolls I have waiting to be scanned since July and I should develop those 3 (or is it 4, dammit, I lost count). I graduate soon. It’s okay. Brooklyn will be nice.

Sorry, you must be sick in the head if you like ginger candy. That’s gross. Soy Sauce milk shake. Whaaaat?!