Me...

I have no idea what I'm doing...XD
And I can't draw chibis. Not even in Himaruya's style.
But yeah, this is pretty much me, along with my imaginary (and real) friends.

I didn't sketch this. At all. I just...drew. With the air-brush tool on Sai.

1) That ahoge at the back of my head...is only there sometimes. Sometimes it's not. It disappears...much like Norway's curl.
2) You get my Iceland-esque thinking glare...because it's my facial expression for most of the time.
3) Magic floating pencil. I love fantasy books and I draw a lot. .-.
4) Wikipedia globe. Wikipedia is my lifeblood. It's my happy place. =U=
5) Penguins have long been an obsession of mine. A little kid dream of mine was to swim with the penguins.
6) Turtle, or Shell Is Cute, (Shell to everyone), is my little brother's pet turtle that I helped pay for. He's really fast. He's sleeping because...I don't.
7) Dragons. They've always been a favorite mythological creature of mine and How To Train Your Dragon just blew it all to the extreme. (Berk resembles Iceland!!) I think that movie probably had me looking north and Hetalia and a FF of mine were probably what blew my love of Iceland (land mass) to the extreme. ^^'

In all...I can see European (and Japanese) magical creatures (No others.) Canada...because he and I are in the same boat. Despite my expression, I try to please everyone, even though I know I can't. I don't care what people think about me, but I care how they feel about me. (Confusing. I don't care if they call me anything, but I do care if they get mad at me, are sad because of me, etc.) I hate to offend or hurt them physically or mentally. I feel guilty for almost everything. (Which makes me a doormat. )

My greatest fear is disappointing people. Second are giant Grey Aliens. (*CoughSteveCough*) Somewhere in that list is becoming famous. Stage fright as well.
The thing that I don't fear that may surprise people is that I don't care at all about my looks or the social scale. Bees are bees. I'm not going to scream in terror like the rest of my class during our 8th grade year. Put me in anything other than pants and I will die.
Confession: I'm really conflicted, and I hate burdening others with my worries so I often talk to myself so I can settle things out without having to actually confront someone. I get weird looks, but, as stated, I don't care what they think about me, as long I don't offend them or anything.

Uh...I think that's about it.