I think too much - and I think that the belief that one can "think too much" is a mark of ignorance and mental apathy. Most of what I mull over is stuff most people don't normally even consider - the real reason for organized religions, the JFK cover-up, aliens, qigong - things like that. I'm not a conspiracy kook, but I know some things just aren't right and most things aren't what they seem.
Now that I've cast myself as awkward, let's pull back a bit and be superficial. Dark greens and purples are my favorite colors. I primarily eat chicken, though I won't say no to most things. I have an affinity for Stephen King novels (The Dark Tower was the best read of my life). I play video games, mostly Rock Band, rpgs and WoW - though I don't know how much longer the latter will go on. I'm a life-long Nintendo fan, and wanted to be Link when I was a kid (still do, a little...) I have a collection of Magic: the Gathering cards, which are gathering dust and only see occasional use.
I'm technically a published poet, though one single entry in an aggregated book that I had to pay to get my own copy is hardly the same as having a Pulitzer. I haven't really written anything in a few years.
I have an electric guitar and an acoustic which I barely play (both in terms of skill and frequency), and a violin which I haven't really played since 7th grade, though I was pretty decent then. I like singing in the car and such, though I'm hardly Steve Perry (although according to Rock Band, I do Don't Stop Believin' as good as he would >.>).
I work full-time, first shift, and my employer is actually growing amid the economic downturn. I guess that's good.
I share a house with a relative (not a parent), and pretty much divide my time evenly between working and wasting.
I have a dog who's over a decade old and still going strong.