This is Liz

Yesterday I saw the movie Julie & Julia. It is about a woman who decides to cook her way through Julia Child's cookbook and write a blog about it. This got me thinking. For my whole life I have been a person of the back round. I have many recognizable features, but no one really knows me for who I am. I am simply the girl whose brother dances home from school every day. I'm not kidding. I thought, "why not let the whole world in on me, Liz, a lonely teenager with nothing better to do.

I have a simple goal; to have one person who has never met me read this blog and comment on it. Not so bad, is it? I don't exactly know how to get this out there, but that's what I plan to find out.

A small clue in on me; truth is I'm not actually embarrassed my brother who dances home form school. I envy him. He doesn't care if people think he's a doofus. I could never be that free. My brothers base their entire existence on hating "the flow." You're not going to find any Hannah Montana or Jonas Brothers in this house. You'll find Of Montreal and Andrew Bird and Sleepy Sleepy Octopus. Never heard of them? Good.

Now, my brothers make it seem easy, but they have obviously never argued Golgol Bordello's case in front of a bunch of seventh grade girls. Interesting fact: they don't understand Gypsy Punk at all.

So now I have a blog. A simple place to say that I hate Taylor Swift with out the fear of annihilation by my friends. A place to comment on the fact that the light on a Mac's mouse actually is in the shape of a mouse. To express my feeling that The Beatles kick the Black Eyed Peas butt.

My life is propelled almost entirely by a small piece of metal, slightly bigger than a postage stamp. My iPod Shuffle. It only has 74 songs on it, none of which any of the girls I know would be caught dead listening to. I listen to it almost every day, and I always wish it at least had a screen. I also wish I had a good singing voice, or maybe play the bass guitar well.

Well, that's all for today

Stay Crazy Awesome,

Liz