Terje, having woken up from his long lasting coma (or something to the same effect), has started blogging again. For some reason he’s tagged me to tell you seven personal things about me, and seeing as I’m a very silly person, the things you’ll be hearing is also pretty unusual.

I like to sing. I know what you’re thinking - that’s not particularly silly, now is it? Well, that depends really on what and where you’re singing. I especially enjoy singing when I’m working out or simply going from one place to another, or really just when I feel like it (which is quite often). What’s more is that I’m a terrible singer. Simon Cowell would shake his head if we ever met - and that’s before I even opened my mouth. But life would be very dull if one couldn’t sing one’s heart out now and again. At least that’s how I feel about the matter.

I can remember damn near everything. Which in turn means that I know a lot more about people and things than folk usually give me credit for (except some people who think I know absolutely everything, which is a very silly statement indeed). But the silly thing about this gift of mine isn’t that I can use it to memorize a textbook in a single read-trough, but that I more often than not end up knowing the entire lyrics for the latest e.g. Sugababe hit single, just because I heard it on the radio the other morning.

My imagination is crazy. At times its so crazy that even I can’t interpret it. This is why I tend to be laugh at the most innocuous moments. This also probably says something important about my psyche, but that’s a door that shall remain closed. Much nastiness awaits in those dusty nooks.

I’m a story topper. Tell an impressive story and I’ll tell an even better, mostly fabricated one. Which, you know, is only a nice way of saying that I’m bloody liar. I had this worse when I was younger and have managed to wean myself of the habit more and more. Which, of course, is just a euphemism for saying that I’ve gotten better at lying.

I get these weird ideas… like, if my football team wins a game when I didn’t shower for the two previous days (don’t ask), I’d most likely try to replicate the circumstances when the next game draws near. ‘Tis a smelly feat, but soooo worth it ^^

Everyday rituals… When I don’t do things the way I always do them; I get crabby. This also goes when someone else doesn’t do things like they normally do. Maybe it’s a light case of OCD, but if so, I can live with it. I just like my routines to be somewhat similar.

Pizza. To quote a song I heard on the radio the other day: “Gimme more”. I’m addicted to the cheesy goodness.

I haven’t had this much experience with tagging, but I got the feeling that you’re supposed to pass it on, much like an STD. So, here Ole, scratch away.