Poor Hil-dawg.

No no, I swear I am a lower-middle class blue-collar worker just like you! I understand your struggle! I've just, *ahem*, never been inside a gas station before.

Mmm... piney.

I love you poor neglected blog. I do.

So, first and foremost, I live in Flagstaff… again. I’ve said farewell to Los Angeles and have moved in with my special lady-friend. Yes, I am very happy about this.

As most of you (the one person reading this) know, I’ve long since become disenchanted with LA and have been passively seeking an opportunity to leave. This wasn’t a fly-by-night type of move as I’m sure many of you suspect-- I’ve been looking forward to returning to this city for a while now. The weather, by the way, is just about as perfect as you can imagine (right now) and the lack of pollution, traffic, and awful people is more than refreshing. I’ve found full time work as an application filler-outer and resume faxer. The pay is awful but the hours are flexible and I’m told it builds character. So yay for that. I don’t know how long I’ll be here so don’t bother asking. I am, however, determined to rejuvenate my being and hopefully take some time and figure out what I’d like to do next. Los Angeles strangled my love of acting and my fondness for creativity but I’d like to hope that can be remedied in time.

I truly appreciate all of the support I’ve had during the move and will miss the few close friends I left back in the Valley though I do intend on traveling just as much as I ever did once I get settled in. As for those Arizonans I have outright neglected for the last while, I promise to see you soon.

That’s all for now. Peace.

What to do on days like these:

When the world brings me down and life don't go my way, I'm thinking I should end it all...

But I got a new solution:

I'm gonna pick up some beer,

stay at home,

and stare at my Claire Danes poster.

She looks so bitchin', she always listens--

she never tells me I'm a loser.

I hope you can see this, because I'm doing it as hard as I can.

I saw this today along a sidestreet near my work. I pray it stays there for a long, long time.

Oh yeah, I have a blog.

I suppose sometimes I let the notion that I don’t have anything relevant to say dissuade me from adding anything to this poor little page. Then I realize that was never the intention, the guilt melts away, and I am free to once again write things that no one cares about, that no one reads.

... Excellent.

Life is swell for little nick. I still live in LA though I spend a lot of time away from here with a girl that I’ve become increasingly fond of. Traveling throughout Arizona and a great trip to Vegas for the New Year (more importantly referred to as my birthday), my time is being very well spent in three day increments, every couple of weeks. The rest of my time is divided nicely between waiting tables and a medley of exercise, reading, drinking, sleeping and watching my Simpsons DVDs. I’m also eating a little healthier and I’ve been following the presidential primaries with child-like anticipation.

The occasional background acting has been abandoned once again though this time it has little to do with laziness or aggravation but rather a noble, working class struggle for equality. At least that is my preferred way of thinking about it when really the chances of me booking anything during the strike are slim to none and even if I did I would be forced to wade through crowds of angry picketers to get to work which I don’t get paid nearly enough to do. Strike on.

I’ll save my “best albums of ‘07” and random existential quandaries for later posts. Take care.

Weird Fishes

In the deepest ocean

The bottom of the sea

Your eyes

They turn me

Why should I stay here?

Why should I stay?

I'd be crazy not to follow

Follow where you lead

Your eyes

They turn me

Turn me on to phantoms

I follow to the edge of the earth

And fall off

Everybody leaves

If they get the chance

And this is my chance

Modern medicine.

Dr. Nick’s patented treatment for a sartorius muscle strain:

1) Continue to aggravate strain by working more than usual at your walking-intensive job.

2) Adopt a fashionable limp which should eventually strain your hamstrings in your good leg.

3) Eat steak, drink beers and apply several icy hot patches randomly on your legs.

4) Smoke some pot, forget why you’re covered in hot patches, and pass out.

5) Repeat steps 1 - 4 until you have a day off to sit still and heal like a normal person.