Lizzies Crazy World

I have opinions. Strong ones. I do want to hear others opinion. As long they don’t say their opinion is the right opinion.

It’s rare that I have strong need for saying my opinions. There is mainly only one thing i feel the need to say something.

“Men are better than women. Men are supposed to be stronger than women. Women are hookers and maids.”

Does men have to say this, to act stronger, more powerful?

That just shows weakness.

The worst comment I have ever read in my life, was this.

“Girls are only sex slaves and sluts, they are only here to please us and make us food, clean and be weak.”

I was so mad. So mad, I didn’t even reply. I had so many opinions inside, and I wanted to get it out. This is just wrong. I’m not saying my opinion is the right one, but yours aint either.

My old teacher was talking about rape.

“Girls should wear whatever she wants to. She shouldn’t be afraid to wear a miniskirt and a top incase of rape. Cant guys control themself even a little?”

Have your own opinions, but don’t claim it’s the right thing to think, and everything else is wrong.

I have made up my mind, and I have my own rules. Does my boyfriend or girlfriend ever hit me, use me, makes me have sex, controls me or talk bad about me - I will leave him or her.

Think before you act.

Day xxx

Last day of school, Maylen and I were walking to the party. We forgot our money, so we couldn’t get in.

Earlier that day, we got our grades. We had to go one and one on the stage, get our diploma and go down. “Congrats Østgårdgirl”.

I put my hands in the air and shouted “YES”. Laughter. Cheering. I went down the stage and sat down with my mom and dad. And Maylen.

“I could beg money from Knut, haha”. I stared at her. How could she, standing there, talking about a guy like if he was her boyfriend, after forbidden me to talk to him.

I saw a cute boy hugging a girl, his bestfriend. “Aw, how cute. I wish i had a friend like that, a boy i just could hug and talk to.” said I.

“I have one, Knut, haha”. I just wanted to slap her.

I messaged Knut.

“Couldn’t get into the party, didnt have money.”

“Too bad you don’t have  a boyfriend so you could beg money from him”

“Seems like Maylen has one”

“Uhh, ok? Who?”

“You”

“Ehm, okay then. ”

“She called you his cuddleboy”

“Ehm, Cuddleboy, okay then. She havent got anything but a lousy hug from me, and ive told her she and I are nothing but friends.”

“You should have heard her, sounds like you two are dating.”

“I knew this would happend. I’ll be more cold to her from now on. For you.”

This is a true story, with real people and real happenings. Wish me luck on explaining this.

Romeo and Juliet 2

Day 1

English. Thats what we got on our exams. It’s crazy, thats what i exactly wished for. We get 7 days free before the exam, and Maylen and I decide to have a sleep-over, the same weekend as her bestfriends birthdayparty.

Maylen decides to hang out with me, instead of going to her bestfriends singstar b-party, simply because she doesn’t like to sing.

I come to her Friday at 6pm. Theres always an awkward feeling when you visit your friend. I set up my Wii so it would losen up and get more comfortable. We prepeared the dinner, and sat down with food and playing games.

Maylen logs on her MSN, and sees Knut is on. They talk. She puts on the webcam. I see words like “pretty girls”, “having fun” and “looks delicious”.

I start talking to him. Maylen said he have been a little rude lately, and I notice it.

We go to bed at 1:23am. They text. Talking about me. Maylen tells lies about me, that I don’t want to give him my email, nor my phone number. Liar.

Shes madly in love with him, I can see that.

Day 2

We went shopping for clothes. Well, I did. She texted. Didn’t notice I exsisted.

I buy two shirts. She said they were nice, without looking at them. We take a bus home, 5min before Knut was going to give us a ride home, because the bus was late. I was happy he didnt reach it.

We walk the way home. Seems like I’m alone, and started walking faster, she didn’t notice.

“Wait up”.

We go to bed at 3:40am. Last thing I did before falling asleep, was giving Knut my phone number. Of course, Maylen knew I did, but she didn’t like it. I told her i’d ignore him if it got too serious.

After talking to him a bit, the mood between me and Maylen was horrible. She was madly jealous for no reason. I don’t like him in that way. We just started talking.

Day 3

“I’m going to ignore his messages, I promise. I won’t give him my email adress, neither. Why would he want to talk to me, anyways?”

After a huge fight with Maylen, it settled down. I had to ignore him, pretend I wasn’t visiting Maylen and delete his number. Because she was jealous.

Knut doesn’t like Maylen more than just friends. She knows that. Too well. But she loves him madly.

He kept texting me, and I ignored. Maylen sent me the chat between him and her.

Maylen: I told her to ignore you, so don’t message her anymore. I didn’t make her, shes doing it because she wants to.

Knut: She just talked to me to be nice?

Maylen: No, she wanted to talk, but shes not because of me.

Knut: Thanks. Now I at least know why shes not answering.

He left.

Day 30

I logged on facebook, and got a message from Knut.

“Hi, whats up? Still don’t dare to talk to me?”

Was that chat between Maylen and Knut the real chat? Or something she made up to make me happy?

I told him no, i DO dare to talk to him. It’s fun, but I dont do it because of Maylen. He logged off.

I messaged him. We started talking. Hes nice.

Day 54

Knut: With that pretty hair, gorgerous face and those beautiful eyes, you look just like an angel.

He’s in love with me.

You see it everywhere on the internet. Edit post. Edit picture. Edit video.

I cannot count how many times I’ve wished for a Edit button real life.

“Maybe it’s your dad calling.” Edit this.

“Maybe it’s your dad calling.” Deleted.

“Maybe it’s your mom.” Edited.

Can we really take words back?

A punch hurts, but hurtfull words leaves a mark forever. You can say you take it back. But do you, really?

If I could, I would edit my life.

Everyone should wear a lie detector.

If I was the one who had to pose in a magazine picture 24/7, I would leave the photo the minute they took it.

I’m at school. During the break, some girls from my class sells ice cream. I got low bloodsugar, and ask Cecilie if she could buy me a icecream with my money. She just walked away. I asked Maylen, she just smiled and walked away. I got kind of upset and sat down with Kathinka. I see Cecilie gave Kathinka an icecream. Suddenly, someone put a icecream on my head. Maylen bought it for me.

Thank you.

Can you just decide one day, that you don’t love your partner? Or have you never really loved your partner, and realized that just that day?

Your first hug from your big love. Butterflies in your stomach. You don’t want to let go.

Your last hug. You have already forgotten about it 3 hours later.

Your first kiss.

Do you really remember it?

I stand close to the door. It opens, and Niclas walks out. “You scared me!” I said. It was a lie.

Lately, a lot of changes have been made in such short time. Normally, I would have difficults talking to anyone in my class except of my friends, but now, it’s so easy and fun. I found out not so long ago that I liked three guys - two I’ve talked to once, and one of my bestfriends.

Now the two of them is not one of my choises.

One of them doesnt answer my messages. Doesnt look at me. Doesnt say hi.

The other is just not my type. Hot, but not for me.

The third one is just perfect.

Mom, give me a massage. I’m going to bed. Make me forget it all.

- Lizzie

When I’m walking outside in the breaks at school, I see a lot of imature guys trying to keep their cool when a crush walks by. I also see bitchy stares from girls I don’t know. I try to act cool, like if I was the prettiest and the one with the most brave heart.

Their stares goes right through me. Can they see my true self, my soul, my thoughts?

As I walk by a classroom, I knock on the window and says hi to Ole, a good friend and ex-boyfriend. He smiles and waves back. I see Caroline walking to me, and I cover her face with my hands. My hands smells like cherry after touching her red glossy lips.

I see dwarf looking guys walking around, looking and smiling at me. My eyes can’t see them. I got my eyes on someone else. A someone else whoms eyes cannot see mine.

My cat, Leonardo, is laying next to me. I got two hot dogs boiling on the kitchen. I feel stress coming. I grab my guitar, plays and sings Tom Dooley.

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley.

Hang down your head and cry.

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley.

Poor boy, you’re bound to die.

Did he just accept that?

- Lizzie

Hello dear reader! My name is Lizzie. Well, that’s at least what the people call me online.
Normally, you would guess my real name is Elizabeth, but you’re wrong. I come from a country in North area, in Europa. In a small, green, rich and beautiful country. Gotten any smarter yet?
Is it really important for the readers to know my name, where I live and my age, so they can judge me by it?
My name could possible say what kind of person I am. The country judges what kind of people I am, and if I am well taught English student, a Deutch doctor or a Swedish police cop. The age would be the most judged over all. Am I a 10 year old girl who haven’t started the puberty yet, who just wants attention, writing crap in blogs and acts like I own it all?

No. I wouldn’t say that would be important. Maybe I could use you for a while. Make you curious over who this blogger is, telling you I will reveal it after awhile in one of my blog posts. No. I am not that evil.
As I said, I’m Lizzie. Who is Lizzie? A 15 year old girl from Norway. A small girl with brown long hair, clear blue eyes, tiny little legs and arms. Tries hardly not to bite her short nails. Have a black box on her belt every second of her life. What’s with the box who is so important, that she have to wear it 24/7?

Does the week start on Monday?
Sometimes I feel like it starts on a Sunday. I fall asleep at Saturday night, thinking about tomorrow is the day before Monday, school day.

I’m looking at those tired blue eyes, covered in black around it in the dirty mirror a late night. I hear a japanese song singing loudly on my blue ipod. I hear the Wii and TV behind me being loud without caring. Should I go to bed to end this day, Monday?
I look at my pink DS lite. Must remember to turn my alarm on my cellphone before I go to bed.

Did this stimulate your curiosity?

If not, I hope this did. Well, now that I already have dragged you into my crazy world, I should probably tell you why I’m here. To get things out.
I live in a crazy world. My head is the craziest of them all. I have the weirdest dreams, the weirdest thoughts and it’s hard for others to understand what I mean about everything. Maybe writing it down would help.

The rain is pouring down. A great time to fall asleep, already at 10pm.

Good night.

- Lizzie