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Nick

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About Me

It's weird to write about yourself in a profile where everyone is suppose to know you...I'm not on myspace to make friends...I'm here to keep in touch with old friends...I guess that's why I think it's kinda funny to write about myself since everyone I know and everyone who cares to read this is someone who already knows me...I will say one thing that I continue to follow as my life moves from one road to the next. ****Keep your friends and your loved ones close because you'll never know when you'll need them or when they'll need you...*****IMPORTANT* I don't add people that I don't know...so don't write me bitchy messages or take offense if I don't approve you as a friend I just don't know who you are.

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My Interests

Soccer, kicking it with my family and my friends, hanging out with my girlfriend (she's pretty cool;)) doing things I haven't done, running, lifting, drinkin, partying, reading, arguing, learning, listening to music, and like watching movies

I'd like to meet:

Nice, intelligent, sophisticated PEOPLE

Music:

Rascal Flatts, Snow Patrol, Matt Wertz, The Fray, Amberlin, the killers, Third Eye Blind, Damien Rice, Counting Crows, Maxwell, Postal Service, Dashboard Confessionals, some country, some rap, I appreciate all music that's good...

Movies:

Usual Suspects, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Lone Star State of Mind, American Beauty, Dumb and Dumber, Zoolander, Happy Gilmore, Amytiville Horror, Crash, Sideways, Napoleon Dynamite

Books:

Davinci Code, Angels and Demons, Warrior Athlete,

Heroes:

Pele (not my friend and the famous soccer player), Jesus Christ even though I'm not religious at all, Mahatma Gandhi, Aristotle, Davinci, and the true inspirations in my life come from my family and my beautiful girlfriend who inspires me to be great every day.

My Blog

My Latest Poem...

The Last Hurrah   I feel sorry for the glue on her heart Thats been torn and disconnected And hangs about like a thread   But mostly, I feel sorry for his hand That reaches and tugs; A hand...
Posted by Nick on Mon, 24 Jul 2006 10:43:00 PST

I like poems so I'm going to put another one on it's called..."West Birch Street"

West Birch Street I get down upon my hands and knees In the middle of the street Just between the mailbox And the light post To grab the garbage that I threw out my car, So Karma wont get the best ...
Posted by Nick on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

This poem is called "growing up"

Today Im twelve and all grown up And ready to be a man So I put on my brothers army shoes His hat, his coat, and his army band And storm into the kitchen Where Briddick sits and eats his lunch Nic...
Posted by Nick on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

This poem is called "the Twig"

I sit in my parents hot tub all alone. I relax, and turn off the jets. The last wave collides with the edge of the tub sending a splash onto our brown pealing deck. The foaming bubbles dissipate into...
Posted by Nick on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST