"Freebirds and Kind Words"

Dear Reader,

I write this as I digest a burrito and rub sleep from my eyes, so if it doesn't make much sense with like such as and kittens the speakers Christmas not judge tree.

At lunch today, I received a phone call. (Unfortunately, it interrupted a video I was watching with my friends...who knew Bollywood movies could be so explosive...) I whipped out my telly, and answered with an inquisitive "Hello?" (The number began with 414...so I was expecting to hear a Bollywood action movie actor's cousin trying to sell me bulk toothpaste...) It turned out to be my old theater teacher from my musical theater days.

"Is this the wonderful Nicholas Merrill?"

"Yes...."

"Will you come down to the Theater tonight and audition for our upcoming show?"

"Sure! I'd love to!"

....and that's how that conversation went. (I butt-dialed her 20 minutes later, but that's irrelevant.)

So in a nutshell, my past called and asked for my future. Sweet, huh?  I really did mean that "Sure! I'd love to!" so I did what any kid-in-high-school-without-a-driver's-license-who-needs-to-get-somewhere would do...I called my parents.

They said they would drive me downtown, and they did. We turned onto memory lane, and pulled up in front of the theater I had spent many evenings in before. I walked in the door and was warmly greeted, handed paperwork, and was told that I would audition soon. I filled out the blank spaces, took a "mug shot", and went into the audition room.

I wasn't nervous. The folks I auditioned for are good people, good friends, and very amiable. We chatted a little bit and caught up with each other. They told me that they were very happy to see me, and I knew that they were telling the truth because they were beaming. I sang a sad song for my audition, and they liked it. (The song is about my wife being dead......how wonderful!) They liked my singing and asked me to come tomorrow for the dancing portion of the audition.

I walked out of the room after politely thanking my friends, and I got in the car with mommy and daddy. Before I knew it, we were at Freebirds World Burrito.

Now I don't know if you've ever been to Freebirds, but it's a pretty great place. The employees stuff your 'ritto as you try to count the number of piercings they have. (.....47....) Anyways, I got to the register, and there were three 20-something-year-old girl employees behind the counter.

They started hitting on me.


Hard.

"You have nice teeth."

"I like your hair."

"You're just a handsome man all together."

"Are you single?"

Are you in college?

".......How old are you?"

"....oh...crap. Um, are you one of those 20-year-old kids that got held back a ton?"

"We probably shouldn't be...."

"Here's your food."






I went and sat down with mommy and daddy, and my mom said "If girls ever hit on you like that, just tell them that your mom said you were too young to date."

"Even when I'm in college?" I asked.

"Yes, Nick. Even in college." She said....seriously.

From my experiences today, I learned several things...

1. It's fun to do things that you don't normally do, to stretch yourself.
2. It's nice to be called handsome and mistaken for a college guy.
3. My mom is a little protective, but it's because she loves me.

Life is really unpredictable....and that's why I love it. NM

"Full and Full"

Dear Reader,

I'm laying on my bed, and my stomach is screaming. "WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP EATING?!"

I would've listened to you, Mr. Tummy, but something else inside me was saying, "Hey, this is good stuff. How about a little more? You can handle a few more platefuls of mashed potatoes..."

I'm real sorry, stomach....That food I just shoved into you tasted awesome, and I was not about to stop all that deliciousness.  

But today, I'm full in more ways than one. Today, I've been thinking about all of the ways I've been blessed in my life, and I'm full of gratitude. I could name out all of the things I'm thankful for, but I really don't think you would live long enough to reach the end. So, I'll choose what I'm MOST grateful for. 

I'm most grateful for all of the wonderful people in my life. Thank you for being kind to me, showing me that you care, and spending time with me. You have no idea the amount of good you do for me. I'll never be able to repay you, but I promise to keep trying. 

Have a wonderful day, my friends, and thank you very much. :) NM

 

(I'm full already because my family eats Thanksgiving dinner at 12:20 pm...so it's time for leftovers!!!)

"A Flipping Funtastic Opportunity"

Dear Reader, 

Every once in a while, something comes along in life that you just can't pass up. Something that you would regret not doing. It may not be an easy thing to do, but it's a once in a lifetime opportunity. 

Today, I've been putting the final touches on a foreign exchange grant application. If I'm selected, I'll be spending my Junior year in one of the following countries: Bosnia, Egypt, Ghana, Morocco, Turkey, Oman, Malaysia, Indonesia, Thailand, Mali, South Africa, or India. 

I've always dreamed of stepping out of my comfort zone by studying abroad, living with a host family, learning a new language out of necessity, and immersing myself in a new culture. 

And this is an opportunity of a lifetime. Something I can't pass up. Something I would regret not doing. I realize that it's not going to be easy to leave. I'll miss my family, my friends, and my cats....but it will be worth it in the end. 

And flipping funtastic. 

NM

(also, I'd continue to blog as I studied overseas...and that would be an entertaining read to say the least. :) 

"A Few of My Favorite Things..."

Dear Reader,

Hot showers.
Juicy steaks.
The noise a pumpkin makes when it impacts the ground at a high speed.
Salsa dancing.
The smell of perfume.
Speaking Spanish in a Russian accent.
Church dances.
Loud concerts.
Awesome handshakes.
People that can run up walls and backflip.
YouTube videos of people that can run up walls and backflip.(I watch them as I eat juicy steak...)
When thunder shakes your house.
Falling asleep after a test at school.
3 hour naps.
Ultimate Frisbee.
Backpacking.
People smiling and laughing.
Writing stories.
Wrestling bears.
Sunsets and sunrises.
Soft kittens.
My wristwatch.
Music. Oh goodness, I love music.
Turning on the fan even when it's super cold outside, just so that I can have an excuse to stay in my warm bed.
Lighting candles and then immediately blowing them out.
Meeting new people.
Learning new things.
Warm cookies and cold milk.
Salsa dancing. (Repeated twice for emphasis.)

These are things that I love. I encourage you to sit down and write down things that you love. (or, if you love standing, you could write that list standing up.) It'll make you realize that there are a lot of little things that are just flipping great.

Enjoy the small stuff. NM

"Night 1,043"

Dear Reader,
Here's a story I wrote a long time ago. Enjoy!

Night 1,043

I move silently across the rooftop. After the walls went up, I quickly realized that high places were safe places.The moon is full and provides dim light as I dart between A/C units and vents. I hear laughter below and my blood runs cold. They’re here.
I press my body against a cold metal vent, but there isn’t any use in hiding. They can hear you. My eyes dart wildly as I try to pinpoint its location. Gravel shifts on my left, and I instinctively jump backwards. I only just avoided the dark figure that blended so well into the darkness. “I’m not dying tonight.” I mutter as I move forward cautiously. I hear a soft giggle from behind. I duck, narrowly dodging its razor sharp teeth. I roll and run, getting as far away as fast as possible. I crouch behind an air conditioning unit in another pointless attempt to remain safe. A wild cackle rips through the silence of the night. For a second, fear paralyzes me, but my need to survive brings control back. “Not tonight.” I repeat as I gather myself and pull my knife.
Walking out into the open, I welcome it. Glimmering beads of icy sweat roll down my forehead. Slowly, it steps out from the shadows. I stare, sickened, as the moonlight illuminates its many rows of small teeth. Death sprints towards me, and chuckles in delight, hoping to claim another victim. Before it has the chance to sink its teeth into me, I sink my knife deep into its body.  I heave the carcass off my knife and onto the ground with a grunt.
I don’t remember where they came from, but I remember just exactly when. 1,042 nights ago, it all began. They tore across the country, from home-to-home, from city-to-city, killing everyone. To stop them from going further, the government put up walls. No one can get in. No one can get out. Most of the people that used to live here are dead, but there are others like me. Survivors. We spend the day looking for supplies, and we spend the night fighting for our lives. Fighting them.
I examine the monster at my feet. The things look vaguely human, but they’re jet-black, with a gaping mouth where a person’s face should be. I shake my head, disturbed by the memories of a thousand encounters with these awful beings. At night, the only way I can tell when they’re nearby is by their heavy breathing, or the laughter. I can’t stand the laughter.
After rolling the body of off the side of the building, I keep moving. In the street below me, I see an overturned police car. “I need a gun.” I whisper. I leap from the roof and onto a light pole. After surveying the scene and readying my knife, I slide down to the ground. I approach the car cautiously and listen carefully for signs of trouble. The driver’s window is still intact, but after a few kicks it smashes inward. I scan the area again before I get onto my stomach and start to crawl into the car.
A shotgun is hooked to the dashboard. Once I’m further into the vehicle, I attempt to free the weapon. The first latch opens easily, but the second is stuck. After messing with it a little more, it begins to come loose. I pause for a second to catch my breath, surprised at the effort needed to undo such a little latch. It’s strangely quiet. I’m about to begin again when something cold grips my ankle. Heavy breathing.
Slowly, it starts pulling me out of the window. I grab the still-stuck shotgun and hold fast. “Not tonight.” I spit through my clenched teeth. The thing won’t let go, and despite my struggling, it continues to pull. The shotgun comes loose and I’m pulled onto the street. Time seems to slow down. I flip onto my back and squeeze the trigger.
The recoil sends the gun flying out of my hands, but the job is done. I stand up and walk over to the monster. “Who’s laughing now?” I ask. I stand there in silence for a minute. I stumble over and pick up the warm gun. As I begin to walk down the road and into the darkness, I decide to answer my own question. “No one is.” I mumble, “Not tonight.”

"Dreaming and Screaming and Marching Band"

Dear Reader,

Many a football game, I have looked over and seen the members of our school's band dancing in the stands. And many a time, my heart yearned to be dancing with them.......(Instead of by myself, in the middle of all of the parents that I didn't know.) After games, I would go to my room, slam the door, and scream into my pillow things like "WHY! WHY MUST THIS CONTINUE!" and "IS THERE NO BAND UNIFORM THAT FITS ME?".....

Sometimes I would dream after I had sobbed myself to sleep. In my dreams, I would walk onto the field with the band, get set, and put on a swaggtastic marching show. I danced in the stands, I had a uniform, and I even had a Facebook cover photo of me with my other band friends......


But when the morning came, the dreams would leave, and tears would roll freely from my eyes again.
Would there be anything to save me from this miserable state?


Yes. Oh, sweet McNuggets, yes.

It was a warm day, and I walked into the school. Somebody asked me why my eyes were red, but I ignored them and went to the library. I saw my friends at a table, and I went to them. They greeted me with the usual "Good Morning" and "How come you always come to school looking like you just spent the night screaming and crying?" and I said "Good Morning" to them too. Then one of them turned to me and said, "Nick, Mr. Easton really wants you to be in our marching show....You should go talk to him in the band hall."

I remained silent as I stood up and climbed onto our table. Then, with a triumphant roar, I ripped my shirt off and wildly beat my torso....and (after I was tasered by our school's police officer) I went to see Mr. Easton.

Sure enough, he asked me to be in the Roarin' Blue Band's marching show. Shortly thereafter, I was issued a uniform, 2 t-shirts, and a restraining order saying that I couldn't go near the librarian anymore...

Yesterday, I narrated the show at our first contest, and we placed 1st in our division. I now dance in the stands, I have a uniform, and I even have a Facebook cover photo of me with my other band friends......

Isn't that great? NM





(Oh, and........everything you just read was extremely exaggerated for entertainment purposes. Except for the last part about me being in the band. That's definitely true....and the screaming into my pillow bit at the beginning, too.... ;)

"Stadium Lights, Late Nights."

Dear Reader,

In Texas, football is a religion. And even though I'm not a devout worshipper of the pigskin, I thoroughly enjoy the game.

But if you said that a football game is only about football....No. It ain't.

The band dancing in the stands, the drill team on the field, the supportive parents, the unnecessary yellow flags, the kid with nacho-cheese dripped on his shirt, the mosquito that keeps biting your arm, the animalistic grunts of the players, the referees waving their arms, the drum majors keeping time, the press box failing to do so, the cheerleaders doing back-flips, the retina-burning stadium lights, and the late nights.

A million-quadrillion-thousand things make a football game what it is.........................AWESOME.

And even though I leave every game emotionally compromised, I keep going back. It's brutish and beautiful. It's exhilarating and dull at the same time. It's on Friday nights. It's football. NM

"Warm Cookies and Cold Milk"

Dear Reader,

Here's and excerpt from my favorite book...

All I really need to know I learned in kindergarten.
ALL I REALLY NEED TO KNOW about how to live and what to do
and how to be I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not
at the top of the graduate-school mountain, but there in the
sandpile at Sunday School. These are the things I learned:

Share everything. 

Play fair. 

Don't hit people. 

Put things back where you found them. 

Clean up your own mess. 

Don't take things that aren't yours. 

Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody. 

Wash your hands before you eat. 

Flush. 

Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you. 

Live a balanced life - learn some and think some
and draw and paint and sing and dance and play 
and work every day some. 

Take a nap every afternoon. 

When you go out into the world, watch out for traffic, 
hold hands, and stick together. 

Be aware of wonder.
Remember the little seed in the styrofoam cup: 
The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody 
really knows how or why, but we are all like that. 

Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even 
the little seed in the Styrofoam cup - they all die. 
So do we. 

And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books 
and the first word you learned - the biggest
word of all - LOOK. 



Everything you need to know is in there somewhere. 
The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation.
Ecology and politics and equality and sane living. 

Take any of those items and extrapolate it into 
sophisticated adult terms and apply it to your 
family life or your work or your government or
your world and it holds true and clear and firm. 
Think what a better world it would be if 
all - the whole world - had cookies and milk about 
three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down with
our blankies for a nap. Or if all governments 
had a basic policy to always put thing back where 
they found them and to clean up their own mess. 

And it is still true, no matter how old you
are - when you go out into the world, it is best 
to hold hands and stick together.

 I hope you liked that. :) NM

"Past and Present"

Dear Reader,

"Those who cannot remember the past are doomed to repeat it." -George Santayana

A journal is a priceless tool that can help prevent you from making the same mistakes again. 

And wouldn't it be great to make less mistakes?  

Trust me. It is great. So start journaling.......every day. NM

"By Small and Simple Means..."

Dear Reader,

It was the evening of September 8th in the year 2012, and I was attending a church fireside/dance.

In all honesty, a clean church dance is #2 on my list of favorite things ever. Dancing is as essential to life as breathing, sleeping, and eating warm cookies with milk. (Sometimes I do all of those essential things at the same time......But that's beside the point.)

Anyways, I was thoroughly enjoying a One Direction song when the unusual occurred. A girl passing by on the dance floor, stopped and talked to me. Now I don't know if screaming above a British boy band is the most effective form of communication, but I did enjoy what she told me. In fact, I pretended to not hear her so that she had to repeat herself. She said something along the lines of "Hey, I've read your blog, and I like it."

After thanking her, she and her friends walked away. Once they were gone, I literally jumped in the air with joy. And in mid-leap, I had a beautiful epiphany. I realized that it's not huge things that really make a difference for a person. It's expending the effort to tell somebody that you like their writing. It's holding the door for the people behind you. It's complimenting the girl wearing the really cute shoes. It's buying a car for the guy behind you at the dealership.

Okay.........maybe not that last one. But do you get the point?

I have a challenge for you: Go ahead and do the little things for other people. You'll quickly learn that by small and simple means are great things brought to pass.

And I won't name names, but thanks a ton for reading my blog, Maddie Jones. NM

"Diligence, Desperation, and Puns"

Dear Reader,

I know a person who consistently loses precious things. He sets them down in places that seem obvious enough, but ends up forgetting where they are all the same. I won't name names, but that person is Nick Merrill.

Three days ago, my little yellow iPod disappeared and I thought to myself...."Surely I will find my little yellow iPod by tomorrow!" But, to my dismay, it did not show. And so, I asked my family. "Has anyone seen, touched, or used my iPod lately?" Like Pinocchio, I got a bunch of No's.

So I began searching diligently, vigorously, and desperately. But to no avail. All hope was lost. The music was 'decrescendo'ing from my life. I seemed to contract all of the symptoms that they read at the end of medicine commercials. The walls were closing in. Breathing became difficult because the air was so thick with pure disappointment. I'll admit.............It was a dark moment.

But then I opened my dresser and found my iPod sitting there.

Which was pretty cool, I guess. NM

"Infatuation and a Girl's name"

Dear Reader,

I really like this girl that I'm slow dancing with. She's charming, clever, and extremely witty. Her hair is immaculate, her clothes are modest, and she is just gorgeous. Unfortunately, the song that we're swaying to ends, and so our conversation must end as well. I spin her away from me but continue to hold her hand. "Thank you for the dance!" I grin. She lets her hand delicately drop from mind. "My pleasure" She says. We part like the Red Sea, and as I stroll away with a bright smile and a dizzy heart..............I try to remember her name.

One minute passes.
Two minutes.
Three minutes.
Four minutes.
and after five minutes of nothing, I mentally kick myself in the shin.

She was the coolest girl ever! How could you forget her name? Well, I happened to be so infatuated with this new and beautiful acquaintance, that her her name just didn't stick.


Life is weird like that. NM

"Adventure is out there!"

Dear Reader,

As you already know, this blog is titled "The Life and Times of Nick Merrill"

I write about most of the outrageous, funny, or ridiculous things that happen in my life.

So what I'm afraid of is that as the wrinkles start to appear and the hair disappear, I'll loose some of my fearlessness and start to play things safe. And once that occurs, I might hit writer's block....on the story of my life!!!


In the Pixar movie UP, Charles Muntz is a famous explorer who lives by the mantra "Adventure is out there!"
He eventually turns out to be the bad guy and attempts to murder a Boy Scout, but that's not important.

What's important is the truth in his mantra. There are TONS of cool things to do, beautiful places to go, and wonderful people to meet. There's adventure to be had in the world. It's just hard to step out of your comfort zone. (My comfort zone is the USA)

It would be my dream job to go and visit the four corners of the world and write about it. A travel guide, perhaps?("Wait...four corners? Isn't the earth round?")

If I did travel to obscure and odd places, I can assure you that the story of my life would be ridiculous.

Paradise Falls? NM

"The Metaphorical Car of Summer"

Dear Reader,

I have been cruising in the metaphorical automobile of summer for a few months now. My responsibilities have been few. ("Be sure to shower and eat, Nick!") But earlier today, my car of summer had a head-on collision with a semi-truck full of #2 pencils and 200-question scantrons.

That's right my dear friends...The day is soon, and not far distant that we must shoulder our backpacks, take upon us the burden of the Chemistry and English textbooks, and wake up before 10 a.m. to begin our long journey to the promised school.

But that day is NOT today. So, as summer winds down the road of life, don't pass up any opportunity for some good old-timey fun. Make the most of this time that you have, because if you don't, you will lament every second you wasted.

Remember, YOGAWOTUSEAYHTADSA, NM (You-only-get-a-week-or-two-until-summer-ends-and-you-have-to-actually-do-stuff-again...............Nicholas Merrill)

"To TV, or not to TV"

Dear Reader,

For 6 months, our family went cold turkey on Television. We cancelled the service and sent those little DVR boxes back home. It was a bittersweet day when the TV was gone. But we soon realized that we didn't miss all of those car commercials, the reality shows, and advertisements for Sham-Wow. In fact, it was as if we had been released from some prison, and the Warden's name was Mr. But-wait-if-you-call-now-we'll-double-the-offer......

But then the Olympics arrived.

That's when the hurt came.

We would go to the gym and work out on the TV treadmills..........
Do our laundry at the wash-a-teria with a TV......


It was a sad life.





But then, we relapsed. We got our service back, brought those little DVR boxes back under our roof, and got to watch the Olympics. It was a sweet, sweet day.

And I still hate commercials, NM

"Sore Feet and Life Lessons"

For the past two weeks I resided within the rusty barbed wire fences of Philmont Scout Ranch. I plan on spending the next few blogs recounting the situations conquered, the hardships endured, the lessons learned, and how manly it is to backpack 84 miles through the mountains.

It is a tale of courage, strength, sore feet, humor, and brotherhood.

I only hope I am able to put what was felt and seen into words, NM

"High Hopes and High Blood Pressure"

Dear Reader,

At this moment, my blood pressure is unhealthily high. I've been wandering the house trying to pass the time until I no longer have to wait. Pressure has been building for months now, and I am writing this at the climax. You may ask what is making me so nervous and impatient and so I will go ahead and tell you...




that I can't tell you...



and this is the hardest part. I'm not able to confide with the masses, and I can't really tell anyone until things are written in permanent sharpie marker.

But I can tell you this...If what I hope for comes to pass, things are going to change dramatically and quickly. And so I leave you in suspense. The same suspense that permeates my entire being at this very moment.

Or nothing could happen at all...which would be quite anticlimactic....

Updates to this story will come by the end of the day...Perhaps.
NM

"Fireworks + Nick Merrill - Common Sense... "

Dear Reader,

I really enjoy blowing things up. To illustrate this, I'd like to take this time to tell you a little of my past firework follies and successes. Here goes.

When I go to the firework store, it is a little overwhelming. I look around and can't help but imagine the destructive possibilities. "Well, If I stuff three firecrackers inside a tank, and put that inside a soda box filled with sparklers..." etc. I have experimented extensively regarding the matter and I've only come up with one rule to restrict myself. Don't die.

With this in mind, I purchased my yearly fireworks and went home. Despite the fact that it was July 2nd, I was out there at 7pm with my firecrackers...and creative destruction ensued. I was putting firecrackers in potted plants, storm sewers, water bottles, light poles, mud, and mailboxes. I was putting firecrackers in my HAND, waiting until the last second, and then throwing them in the air. 

But those were just little firecrackers. I wanted a bigger bang for more buck, and so I pulled out the artillery shells. (Those are the big ones that explode high in the air once they're shot from a tube) I decided that putting them up in the air was lame, so I set two of them on the street. After tying their fuses together, I lit them and ran a little ways off onto the front part of the lawn. One of them exploded before the other, and I soon found myself in a dangerous situation...the other artillery shell still had its fuse burning, and it was headed straight towards my face. 

I think my body did some weird survival instinct thingy, and I leapt (no exaggeration) 13 feet. I had some onlooking friends, and they were also confused about how I accomplished that. I'm here to tell you that I didn't want an explosive in my face, so I got out of there. (Luckily, the murderous shell extinguished in the dew of the grass, and I was fine.)

This is just one year. I've been through countless other near-burn experiences...and I won't be putting down those firecrackers any time soon. 

Because they're flipping fun, NM

"The Art of Manliness"

Dear Reader,

Today, I am going to take a crash course in the art of manliness. Mommy told me to repair the back door, and I intend to be as manly as possible as I do so. I'll take pictures, carry the camera to Home Depot, and ask for help. We'll both pause and fold our arms as we consider the best way to approach the task. I'll suggest something that sounds intelligent (but isn't) and the employee will come up with a better way. Nodding, I will stand there in the Home Depot, and bask in the glory of being a man with the smell of cut wood, industrial-grade chemicals, and galvanized nails filling the air. Truly, that moment will be wonderful. I hope that all may appreciate the simple glory of a man fixing a broken door. 

Unless my brother can't give me a ride to the store...In which case, I will eat 3 more bowls of Cheerios and take a nap. 

NM

"No Russian? Whatever."

Здра́вствуйте Reader,

3 day ago, I decided to learn Russian. So far, I almost know the alphabet. I can say Hello, Hi, No, Yes, Not so bad, bad, and Good Morning. We'll see how this pans out, but if anything, I'll get a sick Russian accent. 

And that would be awesome, NM

"A Coldplay Concert"

Dear Reader,

Two nights ago I attended a Coldplay concert. I've been a die-hard Coldplay fan since 2008, and will be one until the end of time. That being said, you can imagine the insane excitement that permeated my being when my dad told me he had tickets back in December of '11. As the days wound down, my anticipation grew to astronomical heights. Then I had a half-second moment of doubt. "What if they're not as amazing as I hope they will be?" To make a beautifully wonderful description of the entire concert a little less long in length, it was MORE amazing than I imagined it would be. By the end, It hurt to smile, clap, and dance, because I had done so already with great passion. I'm just glad that I'm a fan of such a talented band.

It was awesome, NM

"Adversity and the Backyard"

Dear Reader,

 I began my day with the knowledge that I needed to cut the grass in our expansive backyard.  The twisting weeds and fiery sun dared me to face them. Responding to their jeers, I suited up with my blue jeans, work boots, hat, sunglasses, and put a handkerchief around my face in a dramatic, Wild-West-esque manner. Admittedly, I looked like a boss. But as I commenced my work, the sun and thick grass combatted against me with a fierceness that was nigh unbearable. Alas, I fought them both back with valor, strength, courage, a hat, and an old lawn mower. In the end, I came off conqueror and stood tall...(right before I ran inside, drank 5 water bottles, and napped.) 


This is my life, NM

"A Quick Introduction"

Hello Reader,
 
My name is Nicholas Merrill, and this blog will cover all of the insane things that life throws at me. I hope you will find my story entertaining, because I sure think it is.

Seriously, NM.