Some things I suck at, or positive through negations

Ever get bored with different sites asking you to list things you're really good at? Well, I have, and bored with the overly positive attitudes of those sites, decided to list things I'm really bad at, or, not-so-good things I'm really good at. So, here goes, with explanations:

Lying. I'm a terrible liar. It's not that I can't come up with good lies, or that I would lack imagination, it's just that I'm practically see-through. I can't tell a lie convincingly, unless it's at least partly true. The main problem is, that I find it really difficult to fake emotions. At least people who know me can see right through any facade I might try to maintain. You can tell when I'm not enjoying myself, and you can tell when something is bothering me. Or when I'm annoyed, pleased, or restless. The best I can do, is fake polite interest, which makes social situations far more tolerable.

Putting things back where they belong. This one is responsible for the way my apartment usually looks like. When I lose interest in something, I just usually place it on the closest available surface, be it my bed, floor, desk, or inside my wardrobe. I also immediately move on to something new, often forgetting completely where I've everything is. When I had long hair, I could brush my hair, put down the brush for ten seconds, and spend the next few minutes looking for it. Makes every day an adventure.

Not giving in to minor temptations. If I don't have a strong incentive not to (like being completely, utterly, absolutely broke), I find it very difficult not buy a book that captures my interest, or a bottle of wine that pleases me (either because of the wine, or because of the bottle, usually both). The same applies for having one more glass of wine (when I should be asleep), one more game of mahjong (when I should be working), or one more hour of sleep (well, attempted sleep. I'm a terrible sleeper).

Sleeping. I really, really suck as a sleeper. I often find it difficult to go to sleep early enough, need a quiet place to sleep in (ask my younger brother. According to him I develop supernaturally accurate hearing every day at bedtime), and even if I go to sleep late, I wake up early. The easiest way to make me furious is to prevent me from sleeping when I feel like it. Also, whenever I'm under mental or emotional stress, I react by losing sleep and the little sleep I get is restless (well, to a point. When my stress levels get high enough, I start sleeping twelve hours a day like a baby. But, by then, things are bad). I'm one of the few people I know who can accumulate sleep dept when they can sleep as long as they like.

Sometimes I'm far too good in postponing things, both in small and large scale. Or, to put it more simply, sometimes I really suck in getting things done. I guess my problem is still rather small, as I still do get all the important things done. It's more about postponing things without clear schedules, which affect only me. I do manage to fulfill my obligations, keep my promises, and finish important projects. But sometimes the dishes get to wait a bit. Or the vacuuming. Or my Swedish essays. Or calling my grandparents.

I could continue the list with some of my old favorites, like keeping my mouth shut (I used to be... a bit less considerate), actually to listening to what other people are saying or regarding every conversation as an argument (no, they still don't count points), but these are more or less in control these days (guess I've grown). Regardless, I still know how to be a complete, sarcastic asshole when I'm annoyed.