Physical stress
who am I trying to impress
pushing the barrier of pain
no noticable gain
an umimaginable image in sight
until then my ass will be kicked in a fight
WIlliam Kristopher Banfield.  They say you are not suppose to give your real name online.  They also say that if you cross your eyes, they will get stuck like that.  Well, I must be a risk taker, 'cause that's my name, and I typed it with my eyes crossed!  If anyone looking at my site wants to find out where I live, and steal all my money, then be my guest.  While you're wasting your time doing that, I'll be wasting my time not making money. 
As of today, I am about eighteen years of age.  I won't go into the months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, and seconds, though I could have figured them out in the time it took to type those words... Anyways, I also tell people that I am four thousand six hundred and fourty three, until August.  Why I tell people that, I do not kno.  Just like I do not kno why I spell kno without the 'w'.  Maybe it is because sometimes I feel like I've been living that long.  Maybe it is because age does not really matter to me.  Maybe, and most likely, it's just because I'm goofy.  My birth date is August 1, 1984.  Yeah, I think that's right.
I was born in Grimshaw, Alberta, but only resided there for aproximitly four years.  I spent the majority of my life in Picture Butte, Alberta.  It is half an hour away from Lethbridge, and has a populace of around 1701 (hope you're happy).  I like to think of myself as a small town shmo, but someone told me otherwise.  Now I am located in Lethbridge.  Going to university during the day, and honing in on my Spiderman abilities during the night, I live my life in a rather drab surrounding.
Indeed.  I'm sure I have some kind of hobby.  I collect movie tickets.  Wait, that is not a hobby is it?  Isn't it just a collection?  Whatever.  I am interested in the fine art of acting and other dramatic festivities.  I am interested in, I do not kno, this box sucks.  People, places, time, signs, meanings, and questions.  Change, experience, feelings, martial arts, home movies, and food.  Hacky sack, music, skiing, games, running, jumping, and falling.  That's all I'm writing, stupid box anyways.
Generally speaking I look like a male humanoid.  Long brown hair, always messy, always in the way.  Somewhat of a beard, what I can grow of one anyways.  Blue/green eyes.  Maybe more green/blue.  Whichever you think has more green then blue.  I'm five foot six.  Short and loving it.  I think I wear alot of black clothes, but it seems less and less as time goes on.  I try to stay athletic, though I'm no althlete.  Either my arms are too big for my body, or my body is too small for my arms.  Not noticably so, unless you're me, but so none the less.  I wear glasses, and I hate them.  I want to take them, wrap them in tin foil, throw them in the oven, crank it on, then toss the oven into the drink.  Alas, I need them to see.  Always a catch.
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