on my knees in front of a very old desktop computer that keeps trying to die...in blue jeans and a beige sweater because it's frickin' cold, brown hair shorter than I would like but unfortunately the hair on the top of my head has a terrible habit of breaking, for which I am taking pills to strengthen it, I know long hair on guys isn't too fashionable but short hair is boring,
a 6 year old keyboard under my hands with tan-lines left by fingerless gloves which I frequently wear,
about 30 ibs overweight, but that's a sure step up and a good 46 ibs lighter than I was 3 months ago...I'm getting there...a reasonable face, but very stubbly after having neglected shaving for a week or so, greyish blue eyes, with large pupils, one lazy eye, not particularly great teeth, but I've seen worse
across from me on my 47=inch HDTV is my Dark Souls character, standing, facing a wall shouldering a Zweihander looking a bit like a zombie version of Leon Kennedy...which is quite ironic really, below my TV on the stand, as a decoration there is an ornamental katana
just to the left of my computer are the three currently released "Inheritance" books, piled in order from top to bottom with a bookmark just over halfway through "Eragon", this is my first time reading them, just a short distance from me is a chocolate-making kit that my brother got me for last christmas, I have yet to even open the box
my room is quite messy as it often is looking a round I see my PSP my 3DS, my "Pulp Fiction" Bad Mother F*cker wallet and my Final Fantasy VII Lionheart necklace sitting atop a box containing imported DVDs of every Fist Of The North Star series and movie
all the signs of a person with a lot of time on his hands but I don't hate what I see, or even dislike it, true there are one or two things I would change but...meh...good enough