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So who am I? Somethimes I wonder myself.
I am singularly one of the most and least successful pupils at Ossett school. Im one of those people who looks good on paper; tries hard, gets decent grades doesnt cause too much fuss. In real life though youd be forgiven for thinking youd met the greatest fool on earth. Someone who uses far too much of the English dictionary to say far too little and is severely lacking in that most essential of qualities, common sense. I suppose I cant help it, my brain only has space and time for a few things and the majority of those spaces have been filled by maths, biology and the state my generations in.
It's not all bad news though, there are a few people who would grudgingly call me a friend. I can't tell you why they do (I'm so modest you see), you'd have to ask them. In fact you could take a look at my comments on them and their own sites by clicking here.
Do I have a love life? Not as such, I have enough trouble at the moment keeping my 'normal' life on the rails. I think the sight of Ossett Sixth Forms all too obvious couples put me off. Any way I have a very exact idea of my perfect partner, which I won't go into here. Though I'm sure Becky would be more than willing to fill you in. She'd enjoy that.
In my spare time, what little I have over after homework, I like to pester Peter Roberts by visiting his house at unholy hours to ask his opinion on my site. As you can tell, what Peter says, goes. I also like to invite my friends round. To Peter Kenworthys. Usually without his knowing. And occasionally I annoy other members of the common room.
I'm also a Marxist.
I thought that one might seem a little out of place. But it's true, I really believe that there is something better than our present system. Unlike most I know what it is though.
As you might of guessed I 'surf the net' from time to time. Mainly to contact my friends as their phone lines are always engaged. I also like to visit their sites, though they all seem pretty static at the present. So one day while looking at one particularly garish pink background I decided to write my own page. A page devoid of huge graphics, unreadable text and most of all; a site not built in expage. Sorry to all you expage users. Well it isn't quite as easy as I had imagined. But the struggle goes on and if one day the site becomes substantial enough to merit a place on your favourites list I'd be grateful if you signed my guestbook.I hope this site relives your net-induced boredom. If only for an instant.
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