A repost for the non myspace crowd.
My apologies for lack of content.
Almost settled into my new routine completely.

And then there's weddings.

Been awhile since I've been asked to sing at one.
Maybe for the best, because I've been really wanting to try out a cover of the Disney's Gummi Bears theme.

So the future Mr./Mrs. Mose (you never know) can do whatever they'd like for the wedding.
Because it's their day basically.
I'm just there for the food, and the honeymoon.
Not to mention the whole being a good catholic thing.
I am spiritual at times.

Honestly, there's only two things I want from my wedding day:
1) It's in Vegas.
2) I get a penguin ring bearer.

Now it doesn't necessarilly have to be a trained penguin carrying my ring down the aisle.
A nephew dressed in a penguin costume where his face is sticking out of the mouth would suit me just fine.

Should be a fun wedding yes?
Better be.
No tears allowed, even ones of joy.
If that happens, I'm stopping the reception, bringing them into the middle of the floor and performing an interpretational(sp?) dance until everyone is all smiles again.
At one point I was thinking a musical number with the loved one.
That might be pushing it though seeing as how I wanted to ballroom dance with my mother.

So yea, I get those two points, the rest of the groomsmen are taking one for the team that day.
All pink.
Who cares?
I've got my penguin ring-bearer.

So why do some of you have me pegged as the drive-thru wedding type?

Current Brain Age:20
The Random Quote:
"I could probably do better, but I'd rather be with you." - Anonymous

Seeing stacked boxes and my room alot cleaner than usual, it finally clicked for my mother that I'm moving out.
Again.

Wait.
Did you just say moving out?

Yes.
Yes I did.

Been thinking 'bout for the past month or so.
Dropping off my first check to pay for rent on Monday kinda solidifying things.
Along w/ getting my new apartment key.
Should have everything moved in and setup by this weekend.
Good times to ensue.
Now it won't feel so akward for me to bring home ladies after a night of bar hopping.
It's alot of fun to leave things up to people's imaginations.

I guess the only problem was seeing my mother get all teary and emotional.
She never was one to hold back on her feelings.

Details 'bout the apartment.
$475 a month plus utilities.
An apartment complex by CSUSM.
I keep it vague, because my first ex is an extremely talented stalker.
Living with two of my homies from my core group of friends in high school.
David and David.
Accordingly, I've been tempted to change my first name to David.
Because the apartment of David, David, and David sounds better than Two Davids and a Reggie.
'Cuz the latter sounds more like the title of a sitcom.
As opposed to a lawfirm.

More than likely I won't be doing the devil's work and selling cellphones for commission for the holiday season.
For some reason, a good portion of you also attribute them to drugs.
No.
I'll be selling cellphones along w/ other random things near my section at Fry's Electronics.
Assuming the drug test goes well.
Because I'm not a fan of heroin or other narcotics.
At least this month.

New Acoustic Generation pt.V @ The Belly Up Tavern
Oct.4
Doors open at 7:30pm, show starts roughly around 8pm.
21+
$7 cover
If anybody's interested in great acoustic music from some of SD's finest singer/songwriters.

I don't plug concets as often because I realize the majority of you aren't into that scene.
Also because my first ex is a masterful stalker.
Did I ever mention how she came strolling into my old workplace last week?
*sigh*

Current Brain Age: 20
The Random Quote:
"If someone cute asks about me, you let them know I'm single and outrageously great in bed." - Anonymous