Hello people...

Me here. So... hmmm... I have absolutely no clue what exactly am I suppose to do here. Let's just start from ME. Well, with all due honesty, I am the closest you get to being the best (I wonder why they say that I have my head in the air, but, perhaps, they were referring to my height...). I tend to go somewhat overboard with my imagination but am not eccentric... not that I think I am... Anyway, I think (don't you DARE!) I have got a fairly tolerable vocabulary, though people take me for something like an English teachers' dream. Believe me, far from it, though I do enjoy the languages finer points. Well, what now? Hmmm... let's see... I love playing tennis. It feels just amazing to run around the court and give a sweet return to a particularly tricky shot. I am a complete fan of music. Not only rock or only pop or any such category. I feel it wrong to classify music to various groups as music is something that you enjoy to the full extent, let it touch you, and be flown away with it. Music is just music. Everlasting, profound, beutiful. But if I am to list favourites then I would start my list with Linkin Park closely followed by Limp Bizkit and Shaan. Then a few songs here, a few beats there. I am strictly allergic to Pretty in Pink kind of stuff. They make me scream out for mercy or reduce me to helpless peels of laughter. Similar things happen when I am in the close proximity of Cartland (is that how you spell it?) and Mills and Boons. But I am not a total anti-feminist-book fan either. Holt and Heyer are the ones I prefer over weeping 'Damsels in distress' fainting all over the place. Really, if there was ever a terrible representator of females, it's got to be one of them! I? Judgemental? Nah! Apart from all this, I am generally a fiction freak. For instance, I am a total lover of Harry Potter and Eragon (but please spare me the movies). Then, a couple of years ago I was an animorph addict. I could never bring myself to sensible reading. I found Shakespeare ridiculous and Leon unbearable (couldn't bring myself to read beyond a page). So, you have me, more or less. I have recently taken to writing poetry and any guesses for what I found so inspiring? Not nature, not human hardships or even the mysteries the universe hides in its cloaks but TEACHERS! and our every day battles which starts, ends after 35 minutes only to be followed by another one for another period. Now go away, I am sure you have got other stuff to do.
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Not gone yet? You need a life!
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I said SCRAM!
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You love me, don't you? Well can't blame you for that, now, can I?