An Attempt of Self-Portrait

I don't feel like posting anything on this blog. I'm in a great mood right now. I haven't been listening to the same two songs for the last few days. I feel at home here. I've done nothing but study the entire day. I find myself to be extremely interesting, so much that I even amaze myself at times. I'm immune to everything. I lie most of the time. I don't dye my hair. I don't have any answers, but I'm sure I'd accept them all (if I had any, of course). I hate sushi. I'm content with my knowledge level. I detest lilies of the valley. I don't watch horror movies. I don't have green eyes. I know how to react on all occasions and I'm never at a loss for words. I don't study Spanish and I'm not obsessed with grammar. I'm very funny. I don't like dark chocolate. I believe helping people is a huge burden. I enjoy talking on the phone. I'm 1.78 m tall. I write new phone numbers or addresses directly in my agenda most of the time. I'm never afraid (considering that I'm immune to everything, it makes sense). I've slept like a baby lately. I type with all my fingers. I say everything I think. I know a lot about computers. I feel the same way I felt at 16. I've never badmouthed anyone. I've eatten a lot today and I still feel hungry. I take pleasure in offending others. I never communicate by means of subtleties. I don't take a lot of time with saying "good bye" for the day. I never write long, meaningless posts. I don't love to dance. I don't spend much time "chatting". I drink lots of coke and coffee and I can't stand apple juice. I don't miss anything or anyone. I speak French fluently. I can hardly wait to get my driver's license. I'm scared of flying. I don't like taking pictures. I never feel sorry for anything. Nothing surprises me. I don't know yet...