Typing in the dark

I guess this is the first real journal type entry Ive done in Here. Where to start.

First and foremost I guess, I lost the afro =D

Got bored of it, plus I found out to some people I was just that guy with the afro. A bit of a creepy realization that I had become the guy with the weird hairstyle that every college has.

Life has been decent enough, I have been productive enough for my conscience. made a short horror movie that came out okay. Kinda working on the script for one more now. And Ive been jamming with my new semi band. Right now its mostly me on vocals with two guitarists, one maybe drummer and no bassist. Not for lack of trying mind you.

Khairi, Lead Guitar

Izzat on rythm

In other news, I MOVED! 2..months ago.  My apologies to whomever it concerns. Havent done ANY decor yet for my room, so its just me, my pc and my books for now. Thats the problem with moving from a closet spaced room to this swimming pool sized space.
I dont have enough stuff to fill my sudden wealth of emptyness.

I guess I dont really feel the need to write in blogs as much about life and shit. I scribble enough of it in my paper journal that whats left feels unworthy of a post.

But Ill try to keep writing as much as i can, now that my constipation level writers block has died. I think Ive identified a style Im comfortable with, Im trying to meld Haruki Murakami's flowing poetry-like prose with Neil Gaiman-ish character concepts and dialogue styles. Yea, thats not gonna be hard.