I like immersing myself in new expiriences. I do in-depth research on random things I find interesting just for the hell of it. I like books, infinity, goals, running, mythology, pitch black humor, friends, dancing, dust motes in light beams, epiphanies, The Lego Movie, neon lights, information overload, adrenaline, intelligent conversations, foxes, intelligent conversations with foxes and too many other things...
I collect pet projects and show them off to curious people.
When I was in elementary school, I could raise either eyebrow individually and make them dance for my friends. Now I can only raise the right one or both simultaneously. Such wasted talent.
I'm an INTJ, stress on the N for iNtuition, according to the MBTI, for what it's worth... Personally, I'd rather categorize myself as Chaotic Good (type 4), but phrase it as you like... Or maybe I should just say I'm an excitable introvert. For instance, I'm into Don DeLillo and Hermann Hesse to an astounding degree. And if I met Philip Glass in person, I would probably ask him to sign my boobs without any sign of irony or hesitation, I would say, "Please, would you sign my man-boobs." And if he did, in such a parallel world as that, I would be unspeakably happy for months, clutching my physiologically useless, masculine, A-cup boobs hourly, until the Sharpie stains filled my hands with unforgivable regret for his lost signature. And then weep.
As for the rest, I don't even know it all myself... I suppose you just have to ask.