Random list of things.

Just a couple things to throw out into the vast of cyberspace.

1) I've had to implement an anti-spam control for comments on this blog. So you'll have to type the wavy word in the box if you'd like to leave a comment. I was getting pretty sick of "Hey, nice blog (click here--> buy our shit), talk soon!" I hope this isn't to much of a burden for anyone... Though I get so few comments on here I doubt it really matters. Nevermind.

2) Got some background work for Monday. Gilmore Girls (again). This time I'm a Yale student. Oooh.

3) I'm thinking about going on another 30 day detox. Though this time I'd like to make it a little harder to see if several of my unhealthy habits are really messing me up or if it makes no difference at all. If I do it, I'd like to start Sept 1, and give up; tobacco, pot, alcohol, deep-fried foods, and soda (none of which I currently abuse, by the way, just enjoy). Caffeine will stay, though I'll limit myself to 2 caffeinated drinks a day, and I'll probably allow myself red wine in moderation (couple glasses a week or so) for the antioxidants. What do you think? Could be interesting-- anyone want to join in on the detox fun? Ok.

4) Arrested Development Season 3 comes out on DVD next Tues. I encourage all of you to buy it cause it is fantastic... and I'm in 3 seconds of the episode "Notapusy." Heh. But more so cause its fantastic.

Cause knowledge is power.

A few things I’ve learned these last couple weeks:


Seeing old friends can be a little awkward, especially when they are attractive and you’re not sure if you might have transcended that more-than-friends point. It ends up, however, being fantastic no matter what happens... and you might even be caught off guard at how someone you never see can seem so...well, familiar.

Go to Newport Beach. It is the best beach I’ve been to in southern CA so far. And they don’t kick you out when the sun goes down. I think I’d like to move there. It can’t be more expensive than where I already live.

I live in a horribly expensive city. I did already know this, yes, but I’m being constantly reminded now that I’m seeking out a new living situation. And when potential roommates ask for 1st and last months rent plus a 50%-of-rent deposit, it makes me laugh out loud. Ha ha! ... And then gently weep. ... Aww.

I have acid-reflux disease. That or I am dying. Either way, I’m kinda pissed off that I don’t have heath insurance.

There is a bar in Tarzana called The Sugar Mill. No one there is under 40 but they all act (and drink) like they’re 21. Its fucking hysterical.

Every time I feel that all I need is some extra sleep, I’m usually wrong. Its just makes me even more tired, and I haven’t felt fully awake in a really long time. The coffee doesn’t help.

I’ve developed a new addiction to chocolate milk. I’ve always been a fan, but never like this.

Little Miss Sunshine is the best movie I’ve seen in a long time. I want to see it again, right now.

I am going to lose $20 playing fantasy football this season. I really have no idea what I’m doing cause well, I don’t give a half a shit about the NFL. Bye bye nick’s money.

The Simpson’s Season Eight DVD (which I now own, cause I’m irresponsible with my money) contains the episode where Homer eats the insanity peppers, hallucinates and talks to a pink coyote voiced by the late Johnny Cash. Fucking genius.

I’ve never consumed chicken and waffles in the same meal before, but I must say, its pretty awesome. If you’re ever in LA, Roscoe’s Chicken & Waffles is the place to go. [Open till 4am on Friday and Saturday night.]

Traffic lights and social anxiety.

Today was a busy day.

I woke up very tired, which has regrettably become the norm for me since my body has learned to hate anything less than 10 hours of sleep, and stumbled out of the house and to Noah's New York Bagels for breakfast on the run. It really does resemble (I assume) a New York corner bakery, which is a nice change of pace from the 7-11 style express marts of LA. Except there is still the usual anxiety ridden, self-important LA customers, who kind of ruin it.

Stopped by the bank which is way out of my way thanks to the fact that I have to go to a "credit union service center" because I refuse to give up my Arizona bank. I'm not sure why I do that. Then off to work, my once a week single lunch shift, which is pretty simple. Made a few dollars and ran home to clean up and then spent the next hour or so in traffic on my way to a student film audition. Fucking LA traffic.

The audition went alright, nothing special. Its a student film so the process was less than professional, which makes me uneasy, and then I don't do so great, and now I doubt I'll hear from them anytime soon. But who knows.

I finished right in time for rush hour so I procrastinated my drive home by getting a beer and then hanging out for a while at Amoeba Records. I saw a really cute quiet chick checking out the used music DVD's. I always feel that I'm gonna freak girls out if I randomly start talking to them, mostly because every girl I've met who digs that type of social encounter ends up being obnoxious and crazy. Plus I never really have anything good to talk about. Or maybe I'm retarded. Either way, she left without me saying anything.

Picked up Radiohead's Hail To The Thief finally. Their previous release didn't really do it for me so I was never in a rush to grab this one. But I did. And I like it. Good headphone music.

Back home now. Thinking about grillin up some chicken. Later.

Musings. (aka: Please cram your 2 cents back up your asshole.)

I didn't go to Magic Mountain cause the girl we were gonna take (cause she'd never been) couldn't make it. Plus, I have no money. But I did play croquet on Sunday for the first time in weeks cause it wasn't retarded-hot outside for once. It was a very pleasant day, actually.

Hrm. I felt like I should write, but I'm now realizing that I have nothing to say.

Yeah. Like that's ever stopped me.

For those of you who are under the cockamamie assumption that my entire life revolves around trying to "be a movie star in Hollywood," here's an update: I've been fairly motionless on the acting front lately because 1) very little seems to go on out here in the middle of summer, 2) I'm broke as hell, and 3) heat + humidity = nick sits very still for as long as possible all the time. Its alright, summer rolls on.

The fact that I'm taking my sweet-ass time with this LA actor thing really does drive everyone nuts. I don't get it. I don't get all-up-in everyone else's business and try to tell them how they should navigate their career. I might enjoy the scenic route as opposed to the "nose to the grindstone" mentality but its not like I'm passed out in the back of a Sunset Strip nightclub with a syringe dangling from my arm so chill the fuck out. I'm not stupid-- I know what I'm doing. If my pace isn't good enough for you, then you better move to LA and starve and have a nervous breakdown your own damn self. Otherwise, no more talky talky.


I want very badly to go see Little Miss Sunshine. I hear its super-duper.

Night.