My life is an eternal and hopeless battle with procrastination. I am very organized, so I know what to do, then I am not doing it till the very last moment, but then I won't forget anything because everything was carefully planned at the beginning. Sounds idiotic and iit s indeed, but that's life.

Developing strategies that allow a maximum of laziness. Thinking about a lot of evidently useless stuff. Studying political science. Relaxing, cooking, reading, discussing, playing Badminton, learning Portuguese, struggling with Statistics, dreaming about the revolution and much more, but nothing that special

a lot of things I hope, bit I prefer others to decide that. It could be cooking, massaging or talking, but also listening..? In every case it's sleeping because here I have objective evidence.

I've never asked them. I have no clue.

There is so much of all of them! But let's give it a try:

The War of the End of the World by Vargas Llosa, The Map and the Territory by Houellebecq, White Nights by Dostoyevsky, Fabian by Kästner, Hotel Savoy by Joseph Roth,...

The White Ribbon by Haneke, The Lives of Others by Donnersmarck, The Names of Love by Leclerc,...

Modern Family, Justice,...

Laziness ain't compatible with collecting music, so it's normally Flux or Fip I am listening to.

French, Italian, Libanese, Turkish, Indian, ...

The Why of almost everything, or the Why Not? Existentialism à la Camus. Quite a masochistic style of living.

The question is a contradiction in itself.

There is no prerequisite. Enjoy yourself!
It wouldn't bother if you are intelligent and beautiful :)