Little facts about me

[misscam]

The nickname ‘Cam’ came about because one of my Norwegian penpals was lazy and didn’t want to type put my full name every time she sent me a letter.

I didn’t get the Internet till I was 18, which I still thank the Nordic Gods for. I was into X-Files when I was younger, and I used to write really, really crappy XF fanfic. Seriously. Thankfully, most of it is in Norwegian and was only seen by a few select people. I still keep it to remind myself it usually takes a while to get good at something.

I’ve been to Babylon 5 conventions.

When I was 16, I was convinced I had become Christian. I was wrong.

I’m allergic to nickel, but that’s the only allergy I know of. I was a fairly healthy child growing up, but I was very weird about what food I’d eat. I still don’t eat boiled or fried eggs, but oddly enough, I like omelettes. I hate hamburgers and don’t like tomatoes, but I will have ketchup on my hot dogs.

I like to start new projects, but I tend to get bored with things after a while and be tempted to start a new project again. Probably why it takes me a while to finish fanfics.

The idea for OFUM was born while I was beta-ing a rather infamous Mary Sue story called My Inner Life.

OFUM is probably what most people know me for, but I’m always much happier when I get asked about some of the other stuff I do/write.

It’s not unusual to find me relaxing in a chair somewhere and do nothing but think. I don’t really pay much attention to my surroundings while doing this, so getting my attention at such times usually requires yelling.

I have an irrational fear of sticking my head under water, which is probably due to an accident in a bathtub when I was about three. I apparently hit my head and went under. I love the sea and love swimming, but it takes a great deal of willpower for me to put my head under water and not panic.

I don’t always tell people I’m angry with them, which can be a bit of a drawback for the person I’m angry at.

I genuinely like to be asked for advice, as it’s usually a sign someone finds me helpful.

Like most Norwegians, if you show a *genuine* interest in my tiny, unimportant country, I will adore you. Faked interest will not impress me, however.

I’m fickle. Getting my attention is a lot easier than keeping it.

When it comes to people, I like frank speech a lot more than I like hints and vague phrases that can mean anything. If you got something to say, say it or shut up. I try to live by this myself. Silence can therefore mean a lot of different things with me.

I like sports. Particulary football (that’s soccer to you Americans), athletics, cross country skiing, ski jumping and biathlon.

I’m a very fast reader. They tested me in school and I had a way above average reading speed.

Although I use British English spelling, my accent is actually slightly American. Most people who meet me in real life, assume I’m American unless they know me or I correct them. Even Americans think I’m American – apparently I sound like I’m from one of the northern states. One guy once swore I came from North Dakota. I’ve tried to shake the accent, but no luck so far.

Complimenting me on my English is always a winner with me. I’ve worked very hard on it and thus am pleased if it shows.

My special sandwich is melted cheese and salami or smoked beef on white bread. I usually make this at least a few times a week. Has to be Norwegian cheese, of course. The type of bread tends to vary.

I don’t like to ask for anything. When I have to, I usually have to force myself and feel iffy about it both before and after. On the other hand, I never mind being asked for favours, as long as it’s phrased politely.

I love little unexpected gestures of kindness in everyday life – little things like being given a muffin on a Saturday just because.

I like to mock-insult people. It’s usually a very good sign if I bother with you. Eleborate insults if for me a thing of fun. Blame it on too much Blackadder.

I burned my little finger on my right hand today while making one of my special sandwiches and I cursed in five different languages. Now the finger is all plastered up and I can't bend it. Poor little finger...

Comments

Re: Chop the finger off.

[fondued-jicama.livejournal.com]

Ah. So my name means 'grove on a hill.' Nifteh.

I can sing part of your national anthem! I won't try writing what I know, because I'd butcher it horribly, but I *can* sing about, oh, a half of it. We were taught it by the Norwegian Mens Choir of Salem. My choir friends and I were sad because we forgot the rest of it...it was rather fun!

Re: Chop the finger off.

[misscam.livejournal.com]

Well, it can also mean 'grove near a hill'. A lot of Norwegian names relate to either your family or your farm. For instance, my mother's name is Østlie, which means 'east hill' and it's the name of a big farm where part pf her family comes from. So your name might come from a farm that was near both a grove and a hill. This is pure speculation though, it might have come about some other way.

Ah, our national anthem...

Ja, vi elsker dette landet
som det stiger frem
furet værbitt over landet
med de tusen hjem
Elsker, elsker det og tenker
På vår far og mor
Og den saganatt som senker
Drømmer på vår jord
Og den saganatt som senker,
Senker drømmer på vård jord...

There you go, that's the lyrics - that's what you're singing (first verse, anyway).

Re: Chop the finger off.

[fondued-jicama.livejournal.com]

Thanks, now I can go refresh my friend's memories. We'd always forget after Elsker. First I have to figure out how some of it was pronounced, however. ;D

My family was having a fascinating discussion, and they told me that I'm not Norwegian as far as they know, which made me kind of sad. It sounds more cool to be from Norway than from Sweden. Oh well.

Re: Chop the finger off.

[misscam.livejournal.com]

There, there. *pats* We can't all be Norwegians. But Swedish is not a bad option to settle for;)

Re: Chop the finger off.

[fondued-jicama.livejournal.com]

*Sighs* I suppose so. At least, as a last resort, I can discuss my German ancestors who lived in a two-level barn, with them upstairs and the cows downstairs. But you're right...I'll have to settle with Swedish and Irish, instead of that highly superior race. ;}

I guess all I have is my Norwegian puppet, now...^v^