Happy Asian New Year!! It's the Vietnamese New Year, Tết, as well. Chúc mừng năm mới! An khang thịnh vượng. I wish for all of you a prosperous and lucky year. 

I'm a Sheep. Yay!! (Also called a Lamb, Ram, or Goat.) As for my zodiac description... that site linked to above seemed actually pretty accurate, though most other descriptions I've read seemed to depict Sheep as rather contrary creatures, which I'm not. But I'm definitely the quiet, introspective artsy type. And as always, the job description says 'actor'. It's fate. <3

Happy Pooh Day, everyone!!! :3 

Call me a sentimental dork for it, but I'm still in love with the Pooh books. They're the stuff that's built of magic (and a bit of fluff and honey, too) that keeps nightmares at bay and washes away time and heals quicker than medicine. I pity the child who grew up without some Pooh bear in their life! 

That being said, I've always loved Tigger the best. He's so silly!! But as for identifying with... I guess when I was little I was always the Christopher Robin, the kid with waaaay too many stuffed animals but could never bear to part with any of them because they're all so special.   

I think maybe Meggie from Inkheart, I'd give anything to visit Eleanor's house/library, go through every last one of her adventures no matter how harrowing, and besides, she can read herself AND her favorite characters in or out of any book at any time!

Or maybe Violet Baudelaire, from The Series of Unfortunate Events. Yes, her life sucked, but she met the world's most wonderfully eccentric people, lived in a steampunk era (yay steampunk!), and I love her costumes. I'd love to be able to invent things like she does, too.

But really... I think I'd most absolutely love to be Anne from Anne of Green Gables. But... wait... hey, that's right, I WAS her!! And I'd ever so gladly do it all over again. <3

Oh shiz... The Giving Tree horrified me even as a little kid! My mom loved the book, but I couldn't stand to have it read. I thought it was a cruel story, and it made me upset every time. I mean, seriously... little kids view that tree as a person, not an inanimate object! It's basically a story of suicide/murder with consent. Frickin' leech of a boy. Of all the many books I devoured as a child, that one was rarely nibbled, to say the least.

Lol. For Connor's sake:

"Nice socks!"

This looked right up my alley, so I figured I'd take a jab at it.

I think, of all the books I've read and cherish, I'm most like Scout in To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee. I acted like her a lot when I was a kid, forever in the shadow of my beloved older brother, doing anything to be the third wheel whenever a friend came over. I was a tomboy, gleefully accepting hand-me-downs and sporting them proudly. Even now I'd still rather hang around with the guys than be stuck with a bunch of hairbrained girls. We're both pretty proud people, especially when it comes to being girly, and to say the least we're both really, really obstinant. We're both positively voracious readers as well! ;) I'm a lot shyer than her, though, and I've got a pretty chill temper, so I've never actually hit anyone (except for my brother... but he deserved it xD). But like her, it's taken a few years to fully understand and to accept the dignity that comes with being a lady. And we admire Atticus Finch. He's my hero, and I hope someday I can write that I relate most to him.