Holding down the Fort

It has happened finally. No, not the that. I got a job. I get to move to sunny Ft. Myers, FL in a few weeks. Good pay, although rent there is a little more expensive, probably utilities as well. But no State taxes.

At first I was kinda scared. I had no clue how I was going to get down there and find a place to live. Plus I am getting rid of my car and buying one down there. But things are working out--I am flying down thanks to my folks and hopefully set up an apartment sometime this week.

My flight is on Sunday of Labor Day weekend, so I may not be blogging for a week or so. I have to get things set up with my computer and apartment andf such. But I will blog asap and let you know how I am doing. I will try to blog before I leave.

For now, laters.

99.9 Percent Pure

This is probably going to be the most personal post I have ever made. The reason why I am posting it is because this is weighing heavy on my mind as I reach thirty and its something I had to deal with throughout my life. What also trigger this is the release of the movie "The 40-year-old Virgin" is coming, and its a reminder that I myself am a virgin.

In high school, I was somewhat of a pest to women, as I tried to ask girls out and got shot down all again and again. I did have one girlfriend who was great, but we broke up abruptly, as a rumor had spread about me cheating on her, which was untrue. As much as that one meant, it did teach me about what I really wanted in a woman, and that I do want a relationship more than sexual attention.

But all the shoot downs before and after that, it has still makes me feel gun shy to ask a woman out. Part of it is simply that I don't feel confident enough to ask someone out, that maybe they are too good for me. Another is that I do know who I want and don't make the effort, because I am sure that we will not have the same interests.

So, for the past eleven years, I have been single. Part can also blame on my lifestyle--I never stay in one place for more than a year and a half. But come thirty, it is a big thought on my mind. My career is up in the air and so is my life. The question of what I want and who I want is something I am considering right now.

I do feel I am somewhat left behind when it comes to relationships with the opposite sex. It's not a fear of intimacy either, but more of a fear what rejection. Its simply something I have to get over, and when the right woman comes along, I intend on exerting myself. But that begs the question, will she ever cross my path? That is something I have to weigh consider that Ms. Right is not going to just show up. Or that Ms. Right isn't absolutely right.

As for me being a possible homosexual, I am not, although there is nothing wrong with that. (Give yourself a cookie if you can remember where that is from.) I am fully attractive to women and the same awkward feel that Steve Corell's character has is something I can easily relate with.
There is one other thing. Since the rejects have gotten to me, women do have this power over me. It seems that I can't say no to women whenever they ask me something, and I think in the back of my mind they are better than me. This inferiority complex is something that is also hindering my sex life.

So, here it is. What to do? Gain confidence for one. Maybe consider mingling more. Maybe don't doubt myself. There are many things I need but for right now, I need to gain confidence by getting a job.

I feel better now. Laters.

You aren't getting out of here unless you sing the blues

I went to karaoke the other night and boy I missed it. I do have my pet peeves; one is getting less than three songs in a night (I usually get four or five); and kj’s that don’t do a regular rotation of the slips. They also had a poor mix in the speakers, because I could barely hear myself clearly.

If I had a lover in my life, it would be singing. Which brings be to the story—here you go Sheena. It is somewhat long, but interesting.

It started back in 5th grade. I had become a fan of novelty rap songs and somewhere I know someone had video taped me doing "The Bugs Bunny rap" by Dr. Demento somewhere in the world. I went into middle school, learning "Do the Bartman" and went into more mainstream popular rap—mainly MC Hammer.

I would go to dances and was basically a wallflower until I started watching MTV and rap videos, learning how to breakdance. It didn’t give me chicks, but did give attention. So much in fact that I would be asked to dance during breaks in my social studies class. I was also in choir and started to learn to sing—although my voice was very quiet back then. (I was very shy, if you can believe it.)

Then came high school. I moved to Helena from Great falls, where I again joined choir and started to rap more and more often as well as sing. By then, it was Baby’s Got Back" and "Bust a Move." Still breakdanced and picked up "the worm" which to this day is my most impressive dance move. I did "Whoomp There it is" for a talent show my senior year.

Throughout college until now, I learn more of the popular ones and attempted a few times to write my own. I did one for a game show I was on called "You Don’t Know Jack". (Yet another story altogether.) But when karaoke became in, I started to learn more and more. I did great karaoke performances in Vegas, with rap and various other songs. I have been doing it ever since.

That’s all for now. If you know the movie that the line from the title of this posting is from, give yourself a cookie. Laters.

What is song and dance Alex?

On Aug. 3 I took a little tripy.
Hopefully for an interview to work for A & E.
They didn't ask questions, just told me they would call,
But after a few days I heard nothing at all.

So I headed to Billings to see my older bro,
Who needed a visit with someone he really knows.
We had fun watching movies and hanging out which was cool,
But trying out for Jeopardy what was really ruled.

We headed down to the Sheridan and took the test.
We bot missed one question to be above the rest.
They asked a dancing question and asked me to do some,
I showed them some moves and a t-shirt I won.

I made up a song for the final question theme,
And won a Jeopardy Simpson game which was keen.
Then came the fun game and I faced off with two other peeps.
I got three of five which was really neat.

So that was my trip, and it was a great time,
and I hope you enjoyed a little bit of rhyme time.
Until next time in this blog I will write,
This is MarQ turning off the mic and dimming the lights.