Oh, Donna, why do you do this to me? You know I can’t resist these…
(Long list of stuff follows here:)
LAYER ONE:
name: Robin (or Ragnhild)
birthdate: 10 April 1974
birthplace: Oslo, Norway
current location: Oslo, Norway
eye color: greenish
hair color: darkish blond
height: 178 cm or therabouts
righty or lefty: Right-ho!
zodiac sign: Aries
LAYER TWO:
your heritage: mother’s side northern Norway (most of the family live around Mo i Rana), father’s side “indre Hedmarken” (eastern Norway towards the Swedish border) with a Finnish great grandmother thrown in
the shoes you wore today: black Vagabonds
your fears: inadequacy
your perfect pizza: Peppe’s Rio Grande (with the sour cream dressing) – taco-style ground beef and nachips (yes, nachips on pizza)
goal you’d like to achieve: peace, happiness and inner harmony… Though right now I’d settle for the current project being delivered on time
LAYER THREE:
your most overused phrase in an online messenger: *fnis*
your thoughts first waking up: “Uhm. What? Where? Alarm clock OFF!!!”
your best physical feature: well, I like my eyes
your bedtime: whenever I get around to it, the night before a weekday I try for “before 11” and normally end up with “around midnight”
your most missed memory: the beach at Worthing (or any beach by the sea proper)
LAYER FOUR:
pepsi or coke: Coke, not very often though
mcdonald’s or burger king: don’t care which, hardly ever go to any of them
single or group dates: never been on a “group date”, whatever that is
adidas or nike: who?
lipton ice tea or nestea: don’t like lipton teas and I try to boycott Nestle (and I’m not all that fond of ice tea in any case)
chocolate or vanilla: (In a Homer Simpson sort of voice:) Mmmm, chocolate…
cappuccino or coffee: Coffee, black, as strong as possible, no sugar, no cream.
LAYER FIVE:
smoke: no
cuss: sometimes
sing: preferably when I’m alone (out of compassion with the rest of the world)
take a shower everyday: mostly, though it’s often every other day instead
have a crush(es): sorta
do you think you’ve been in love: no
want to go to college: have been (well, Norwegian equivalent)
liked high school: not particularly
want to get married: yes, if I find the right guy
believe in yourself: most of the time
get motion sickness: on fairground rides that go round and round and round, otherwise only when I’m tired and hungry and on a bus
think you’re attractive: on good days
think you’re a health freak: hahahahahahaha
get along with your parent(s): yes
like thunderstorms: Oh, yes!
play an instrument: no
LAYER SIX:
in the past month…
drank alcohol: yes
smoked: no
done a drug: no, well, I involuntarily inhaled a lot of smoke in a nightclub, but I don’t think that counts
had sex: no
made out: no
gone on a date: yeees, depends on the definition
gone to the mall: which mall? I’ve been through Byporten a few times, but nothing else that could be described as a mall in the past month
eaten an entire box of oreos: no, never
eaten sushi: no, never
been on stage: no
been dumped: no, never
gone skating: yes (rollerblading)
made homemade cookies: not in the past month
gone skinny dipping: not in the past month (do you have any idea how cold the water is in Norway this early in the summer?)
dyed your hair: not in the past month
stolen anything: uhm, glasses at a pub – I am a glass-cleptomaniac after a few pints
LAYER SEVEN:
ever…
played a game that required removal of clothing: no (unless you count sex as a game…)
if so, was it mixed company:
been trashed or extremely intoxicated: yes
been caught “doing something”: doing what? I don’t think so.
been called a tease: yes
gotten beaten up: frequently at karate practice, but never in a proper fight
changed who you were to fit in: everyone’s tried that, haven’t they? I’ve given up, though, I prefer being myself, and not fitting in can be quite interesting.
LAYER EIGHT:
age you hope to be married: before I’m forty, anyway
numbers and names of children: not more than two, I think, and I’m not telling you the names
describe your dream wedding: smallish party where it’s actually possible to talk to everyone during the course of the evening. I can say this because I have a small family, so with them and the friends I want to invite “my side” will only come to about 15 people altogether.
how do you want to die: in my sleep, painlessly, when I’m old and ready for it
where (did) you want to go to college: Trondheim is where I went to college/uni
what do you want to be when you grow up: I’m still trying to figure that one out
what country would you most like to visit: all of them
LAYER NINE:
in a boy…
best eye color: don’t care
best hair color: don’t care
short or long hair: short!
height: taller than me by a good measure (although I don’t wear high heels very often it’s nice to be able to once in a while)
best weight: to go with the height, not too thin, not too fat
best articles of clothing: matching and “individual” but it’s not very important
best first date location: somewhere it’s possible to talk
best first kiss location: pretty much anywhere
LAYER TEN:
number of drugs taken illegally: none, to my knowledge
number of people I could trust with my life: all of family – makes 5 – plus, hm, at least three more (mind you, I trust people with my life every time I ride in a car, for example, so what sort of scenario are we looking at here?)
number of cds that you own: do you seriously expect me to know? I know approximately how many books I own (2000 or so), but I’ve never even counted my cds. A couple of hundred, maybe?
number of piercings: none
number of tattoos: none
number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: loads, but not in the last 15 years or so – I was a publicity-hugging kid
number of scars on my body: permanent ones – one under my chin, one on my left thumb, none of them very impressive
number of things in my past that I regret: none or too many to mention – lots of little things (not phoning my grandmother often enough) but no major ones, nothing life-changing. The closest I get to that has to be “that I didn’t do french at IB”.