My roommate Matt likened sitting on the porch late at night to sitting at the beach listening to the waves. It sounds strange, but it was exactly what I was thinking; the cars actually don't sound that bad as they go by. It's a good place to sit and think, that porch is.

this aint baseball

I've swung three times. Just still standing there in the batter's box. I guess I should go on back to the dugout.


Game's not over though. I might strike out again, but I'll go out swinging for the fences.

Remember to Inhale

Feeling like crap lately, not just because of the hot dog I ate at the bowling alley.



man.

Indecision Kills Me

It's 10:35am and I'm at work right now, but I felt it necessary to write a blog entry on something. I left my work area for a stroll to the water fountain & bathroom and upon entering the hallway I was met with the sight of my boss walking towards me to his office.

Paroxysms of awkardness shot through my mind and body, stunting my already-shoddy ability to make any smooth kind of nanchalant greeting that I could spit out. After first seeing him, I looked down for a few steps and then brought my eyes back up to see if he was still looking at me, which he was, so I thought, "Say something, Nicky. Anything." What was to come out was far and away the most retarded thing ever said from human lips.

"How.. --hi."

What the hell was that? I'm sure he was thinking that too, as he kind of looked at me, muttered something, and entered his office. As the moment passed, I tried to think of other words that "How.." could have sounded like, hoping that he interpreted it that way instead. Nope. Well, it could've been "ow," but again, that would've just been stupid.

This brings up a larger issue, I think. That is, indecision kills me. Last night during one of my throws in bowling, for whatever reason at the last second I changed my mind and decided to give the ball a spin reverse that to which I normally throw it. Result: immediate gutter*. There would have been absolutely no reward to trying this, as I can't do it, so why did I? I also remember back in my little league days-- ok, up until I was 15 -- when I was up to bat. From the moment I set my stance until the moment that something happened after the pitcher pitched the ball, I was going back and forth trying to already decide the outcome. Usually, in an act completely antithetical to success like that described in the bowling situation above, I ended up with an odd sort of compromise; I just laid down on my back a la protestor and had to be dragged off the field several minutes later by park security. I even tried to fake my own death once at 2nd base.**

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*And you should've seen the look of absolute disgust on Zaven's face when I turned around.
**Of course it didn't work.