You put back your book of Dreams and pull out a book called "How to Draw Anime".
Drawing is one of your as-of-yet unmentioned interests. You have so many interests, it is really confusing how you delegate any time to do any real work, but alas, it still works.
You started drawing a few years ago, around the time you met your friend Meowrage, and you've stuck with it since. This book as really helped you out a lot when it comes to the feel of your style. You've devoured each and every page as though it were scripture. Anime is life, anime is love, anime, despite what some may say, is real.
You've reproduced every page in this as though you originally made it. It's so shocking, you're not even sure if the original authors even thought their instructions would be taken to the t. But even if your art isn't what some guy in japan originally envisioned, it doesn't matter, you'll still draw anyway.