If no one's around the house, I sing really loudly. One time I thought no one was home, and I was singing a song with a 'few'...expletives...in it. Then Mum looked up at me.

I crack my knuckles. But I can't do it right, and I'm lucky if I can crack more than the middle finger on my right hand. Any more than that and I KNOW it's a good day.

That's probably it. I like being alone to myself. But I don't really capitalise on it. I usually just read, or, increasingly, play some bass guitar. And I'm somewhat reserved around people I'm not intimate with, so I try not to draw attention to myself. That is, I don't do weird things.

Though not smiling when I'm happy may be weird. People think I'm sad a lot, when I rarely am. I'm usually just tired.