Introduction?

So I did it.  I finally got a blog.  Apparently, (according to my mother) these things are the smartest and most efficient ways for a person to get their name out into the world.  So here you go Mother dear, I do actually care about my future.  Truth be told I have no idea what's expected to be shown as one's first. ever. blog entry. (dun dun dunnnn...)  I mean... I haven't done this kind of thing since the days of xanga and "prop" giving.  Back when my username was "reddytwotoes" for some God awful reason.  (I swear I have all the toes a human being is supposed to have.)  Anyways?  I guess you start out these things by introducing yourself?  So I can come back to this one day, read it, and laugh my ass off thinking how lame I was/am.  Hi.  My names Maddy.  And I'm a closet alcoholic.  hahahahahahhahahahahha

J. K. 

My names Maddy.  I had a strange obsession with Chris Brown up until about two days ago when I realized him apparently beating up his girlfriend probably meant he would do the same to me if I ever managed to find and seduce him like I'd been planning.  It was a major let down I must say.  I haven't been so emotionally involved in a complete strangers life since Heath Ledger overdosed the very day I got my drivers license (ruined my day.)  

I get called a "ginger" mostly by guys that want to have sex with me.  I guess putting someone under a label derived from a South Park episode is a turn on.  I'm a pro at accidently making people feel stupid.  It's a gift.  And causes a lot of drama.  Which goes along with me being a frequent user of sarcasm.  People who take me seriously all the time are usually the ones being offended and made to feel stupid.  I'm also a pro at using fragments.  Clearly.  I always get these great, creative ideas, but I never act on them, or sometimes  I do.  And they are shot down.  No, not shot, more like being demolished, ripped into a billion pieces, and then liquidated, forever devastating my dignity in that area.  For example, the other day I decided I was going to do something straight forward and impulsive, so I texted this random kid I'd been crushing on, but am always scared to talk to so (on impulse and with total confidence) I'm like "G mon! Whachoo doin this weekend?" via text message.  And after about 20 minutes, I get a three letter reply "Idk."  aka "I don't want to talk to you", REJECTED!! EPIC. FAIL!!!  I'm kind of anal and paranoid about one word texts...  I was totally planning on asking him to go cow-tipping or something too....  I react on my emotions without thinking.  And everyone at my school thinks I'm strung out on crack or something everyday.  

I usually feel out of place, even in my own body.  Deep.  Maybe that means, just like every other typical teenager, I'm working on finding myself.  I hope one day people see me as that free-spirited girl you see in the movies.  The one that dances to the beat of her own drum with one hand waving in the air, dresses in faux fur and bright colors, is blunt beyond belief, knows good food and where to find it, and always has that picturesque guy falling in love with her because she's a never-before seen breed of woman. 

I think that's a good "first blog" length...