Your name is Annie. It is an unseasonably cold December day. Your cinnamon apple tea is steaming, and your blanket is softer than satin. Arguably even more softer would be your pride, which brings us to your quicly temper changes and your variety of interests. A classy superwholockian, otaku, and cinephile like you is sure to have plenty. You have a penchant for singing unbelievly opera jams with your grand piano which is played by itself. You like to rave about how cultured are you. You collect shining rocks and shells in various ways. You are a prodigy in plastic arts and operate your own art studio on your room. You maintain a number of diverse types of blogs, websites, and social network profiles(ironically humorous, art, stuoid shit, etc). And if the inspiration strikes, you won't hesitate to write a whole 500 pages book or do a fucking big painting/sculpture/whatever the fuck is in your mind.
What will you do?