Ha! I don't have to write a biography because I haven't lived my whole entire life yet, and if I did then I would be dead and incapable of writing such a thing, and (do you believe in ghosts?) wouldn't this be an autobiography?
Anyway, I don't exist. I have dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a creepy smile.
Writing (duh), drawing, reading, painting, cooking, philosophizing, watching the science channel, singing (when no-one's watching), ballet, tap and contemporary dance, violin, collecting seashells and words, bike-riding, confusing and infuriating AND staring at people (all at once), having meaningful conversations, finding secret messages that don't exist, DIY, not existing.