Have you ever felt like there is something wrong or missing in your life? I'm asking that cause i am there right now. duh right if i wasnt there then i wouldnt have asked. I'm sick of this feeling of a part of me missing or somethign wrong and i dont know what it is. i wish i could go to bed at night and wake up knowing what was wrong or what was missing. i think i know whats missing. comanionship. or however you spell it. I got Rascal Flatts new albam and it rocks. I know it may seem weird but it feels like the whole cd is about my life at the moment. well not all of my life but whats going on with my life at clarke. it has nothing to do with my mom at home with cancer or anything like that. i guess what im askign is how can i find out what is going on in my life that is worng or missing?  if you can help me answer that it would be great. and i guess ill give ya a little insentive. if you give me a reasonable idea ill give ya some insites to the life of nick booth. tell ya what ever you want or need to know about me.

Why hello! Just incase you forgot about me, I'm still here. At the current moment i am sitting next to one of the coolest guys in the world Mr. Mike Link. He rocks my face off. because of him i have had many new things since my last update. and the best thing was, The Chuck Key. If you ever get a chance to meet this man ask for his drink. tell him i sent ya. ok so here is what has happened. I have partyed A LOT. lots of drunk moments, followed by aparently my gay side comming out. with the world famous saying. "Dude ya wanna make out?" oh lets see what else has happened. i have been casted in next semesters production of Midsummer Nights Dream by Bill Shakespear. sorry ladies i am no off the market for ya. but hey it happens.i know it hurts but trust me you will get over it after a while and lots of mental help. but trust me with time and a lot of booze you can get over it fast. This semester has been a blast so far. i have also changed my major to phys. ed now. so that will be fun. well all in all thats it. oh and one last thing, i have poem this time beacuse well my computer is neath death so i must buy a new one.  anywho thats it for now talk to you later.

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ok so i have been asked to update and give a poem well today is your lucky day. im going to do both. no this weekend had its up and its downs. here are the ups. i got to go hoem friday, saw my high school's home comming game. i got money from the rents, i got to scale the front of the crows nest at the foot ball field, i got food, cider, and a full tank of gas. i partied last night, i was hella drunk to some people. ok now here is the down. my high school lost 35-14  my arm is all cut up form climbing the crows nest i missed all morning of crew. i got yelled at by some friends saturday afternoon at crew. people pissed me off saturday night. you might know who you are on that one. and i have a shit load of hw to do. and i mean papers. 3 due tomorrow. and here is the poem. ok here is the deal on the poem. i want honest feed back on it cause i think this poem is one of the great ones i have writen, and its the first one i have done in a hella long time. i want to know what you think it means and an honest opinion about it. no here you go. here it is. the moment you have all waited for.

The Shower

I let the water run over me, from the hair on my head to the sandals on my feet. It is here where I am clean. The water drips from my hair onto my face. Off of my nose down to my chest. Running down the hair to meet my feet and hits the floor. I open my eyes so they too may be cleaned. For the dirt in my eye I can not see the life in front of me. I once again once again plunge my head into the streaming water. I stand there letting it hit me and run down. It washes me though I have done nothing. I bow my head as if I was ashamed of having to shower. I look up towards the water. It hits my face to wash the dirt and neglect off. My head glides from left to right so the water hits every pore on my face. I want no filth on my face too been seen by any one. I cock my head back. The water hits my chest. I stand as washes and beats into my chest. I take the beating for I know it will clean what is in my chest. The pain is too great to bear. I lower my head once again. I water is back on my head. Once again my head begins to glide. I wish for the filth and neglect to be washed away as it is on my face. I raise my head, only slightly this time. For the water to run down my face to wash the filth from my head off of my face. I drop my chin so the water washed my lips. The filth on my lips is small compared to the filth on my head and chest. I drop my head one more time to get the last of the filth off my head. I cock my head and neck back to reveal my chest. The water beats on it again. The pain is like before. The pain seems to be more soothing. The neglect and filth are washed away I stand and rise my body clean of any little imperfections I have found while removing the filth. I douse my head one last time to clean any jester of the neglect I have just removed. The water hits my face one last time. Gliding to the left and then to the right I know my face is clean. My eyes are opened the last of the filth I was holding onto is removed at last. I now can go out and face this world one more time.