My Rock Career

Whazzup?!

Update: I can play 3 Beatles songs on bass guitar now, and I'm playing "Final Countdown" on it for orchestra. I think I want to be a rock star when I grow up. OK, scratch that; I know I want to be a rock star when I grow up! Old people keep telling me "Oh, you don't want that kind of attention." Blah blah blah. I've seen all those gossip shows. Look people, if you stopped marrying people for publicity, may be the media would stop latching on to your lives. Like, I know lots of people get divorced, but do you really think it's a coincidence that so many famous people end up in that situation?

So, anyways, that could happen to me, but I'm going to try to avoid it. I'll try to get good attention.

Also, if any of you are looking at the amount of songs I can play like "she's not that good," I know. I'm just looking really far into the future. I get this feeling that my life cannot end up being this boring. I'm just not made for that. I also want you to know that, no, I am not going to do drugs. I have watched way to many anti-drugs clips to go up that street. And I've payed attention to those internet safety videos, too. Sorry, creeps, but you're too late now.

Does any body think I'm using too many italics?

My ice cream is probably liquid now, so I'm going to go.

Stay crazy awesome!

Liz

Duet Blog

OK, Main blogger first. Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, Happy Kwanza, whatever. My friend Leeza is going to help me with this one. I got this bass from my parents for Christmas, which was awesome. I also got this really weird but really good movie called Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead. Leeza doesn't like it though (she's crazy, it's Awesome!). I'm learning how to play The Final Countdown on the bass. School is out, but when I'm in it it's totally boring. We're doing Health. Avulsions are disgusting. This girl was telling this one story and I nearly fainted it was so gross! And I sit through the surgery parts on House, so I have a pretty strong stomach. We're going to start Sex Ed soon, which is just awkward. OK, Leeza's bugging me now, so I gotta go

Stay Crazy Awesome!

Liz

Hi! It's Leeza Here you might know me from "Leeza's What's Hot and What's Not" or "Life and It's Problems".I'm here to wish you a Happy Channukah from all the Jewish people out there (me included). So all the stuff Liz said about me (the bad stuff) is totally untrue!!! I also am a House fanatic!! I love that show at least the old one's now there's too much disgusting stuff that i will not list! And Liz's "Final Countdown" is not that great!!! When Liz told you about her aspiration to be in Jazz Band well, it never happened!! I am in Jazz Ensemble the higher ranked group of the two! I most amazingly play the Saxophone the best instrument ever!!! Liz used to play the sax as well but now, she is a traitor because she switched from Band to Orchestra which is stupid!! So now you know all the not-so-perfect aspects of the once great Liz. I hope to have shed some light on the mystery of the real liz!!!

See Ya,

Leeza :)

I'm Back

OK so it's been a long time since my previous post. The school year has started and is as boring as ever. My oldest brother went to college today and left behind his bass guitar so that I could play it. I'm going to have to learn to play first, but I plan on joining the school jazz band. John Entwistle look out! John Entwistle, by the way, was the bassist for The Who (I just looked up his name on Wikipedia). He played the bass line on My Generation, which is so difficult that, as far as I know, no musician has been able to duplicate. Why he didn't get some weird rock star name I'll never know. I mean, Entwistle? Seriously?

Today in my LA class I rediscovered something a never wanted to see again. The infamous non-action verb! Every person who reads my blog at the second post knows what I'm talking about. For those of you reading this in The archives in the future, a non-action verb is a verb like is, do, and did. Teachers make you replace them with words that no one has used in the past 200 years. In other words, making even the most humorous piece sound like a funeral sermon. My new LA teacher has taken this to a new level: now we can't use like or play either! Well at least if my partner dies, I''ll have a nice speech to speak about her life.

I would like to share with you my personal philosophy; pizza, chocolate, and ice cream make everyone happy. I mean it. If Hitler only ate the three wonder foods, there never would have been a WWII. Of course, the fact that any diet like that would make it impossible for him to move would be partially to blame, but you get my meaning. Pizza, by the way, is my favorite food, followed closely by ice cream, chocolate, and pasta.

Well that's all I got.

Stay crazy awesome!

Liz

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