Does the week start on Monday?

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