Dear Lizzie

Ok so this post has an actual purpose. Unlike my other ones. This week at my school the girls did the super generic Secret Santa. Gifts of fuzzy socks, sparkly nailpolish, and those little bottles of handsanitizer that smell like you shoved Yankee Candle into them were all being unsheathed from their cocoons of tissue paper. Giggles and squeals filled the hallway (because we only have one).

When you pull a name out of the Secret Santa hat, you're confronted with two possibilities. You get either someone you know too well or you get the person that you just yelled at in the hallway for standing in front of your locker. I pulled out a girls name, looked at it, and knew this was going to be awesome. I sit next to her in class, make faces at her, and she just gets me. Then I panicked. What the heck do I get her? So, being the super stealthy being that I am, I proceeded to bombard her with questions of what she wanted for Christmas. She guessed right away that I was her not so Secret Sanrta. Crap.

So I still tried to be quiet about what I was going to get her. I know for a fact that she loves a good Irish accent (who doesn't?) and super emotional music. So I got her the movie Leap Year and burned her a cd of the most emotional music I could find. If you can make it through that cd without shedding a tear, then you have got some serious issues. Anyway, what I put at the bottom of the card was something along the lines of "your real gift isn't coming until later."

Well, here's your gift.

I know I spoiled the Secret Santa but I wanted to surprise you with something.

Dear Lizzie,
Right now you're with your dad and a bunch of other nerds fangirling over The Hobbit. So here I am, writting you a letter thats supposed to be your Christmas present. PLEASE don't think this is lame. Here goes.
I'm so glad that you came to our school in 9th grade. I'm so thankful that I have someone to appreciate the beauty of an Irish accent or Mark Whalberg. Sometimes when the day keeps dragging on or it just sucks, you're always there to cheer me up without fail. I can be myself around you and you're always 100% ok with faces, noises, or stupid things I do and you do them on the spot with me.  Lets not forget the fact that we're in highschool and we still melt like butter when we hear a 1D song. Doctor Who, math class, and Darth Batman. Theres so much more I could say, but it all seems to be evading my mind. Although I do have this to say: JIGGLE JIGGLE JIGGLE yeah. Please get that, or I'm just going to look super creeptastic.
HAPPY CHRISTMAS LIZZIE.

Keep Smiling
-Maddie

First World Problems

First World Problems

Ok so you all know the phrase. Everybody uses it. It's usually accompanied with a witty hashtag or a meme that explains your life down to a t.

One I just saw today might be my favorite. I'll try to find a picture of it because I know when I try to tell you what it is you'll just tell me to shut up and go away. Fair enough.

But seriously. The things people complain about drives crazy. It's either they can't get the right balance between their soy milk and agave nectar in their overpriced coffee or the pile of empty salon brand shampoo bottles that are collecting in the cemetery that is the corner of the shower and you forget to throw them away.I don't know where I'm going with this. I just want people to calm down, take a breath, and realize that it's not the end of the world if he person in front you just took the last Splenda packet at Starbucks.

I know all this sounds all hoity toity coming from a kid who's got everything she ever needed, but have you ever just though about the fact that when you woke up today, you didn't have to worry about where your next meal was coming from or if you were even going to eat today? Two summers ago, I spent sometime in a country where the things we take for granted here are a luxury they almost never see. I got to spend time with some orphans who were just so excited I was there to play jump rope, throw a baseball, or just to hold them.

All this goes to say, be thankful. It could be worse.

Keep Smiling.
-Maddie

P. S. Looking back on this, its kinda depressing and preachy. Next time it'll be different. I guess. If people don't piss me off. Ha.

Rated R

I mean who really knows the second post to put for their blog? Gosh I felt like I was going to be good at this then I just procrastinated on it like everything else in my life. So essentially, I don't know what to say. I have all these thoughts running through my mind in rapid succession that they seem great at the time but I can never remember them. Ever. I really want to rant about something I just don't know what.

Or maybe I'll just talk about random things, like what I watched today.

So I had a half day and I went home early and did what essentially every teen does when they get home: watch tv. I think people have a serious addiction to watching tv and making sure they watch every episode of the 754 shows they watch and trying to remember if they put the TiVo on. It's so time consuming.

Anyway, so I watched three episodes because well what else am I going to do? I ended up watching season two of American Horror Story.

The first season of that show was incredibly sexual. Like it was to the point where I had to seriously question if they were actually allowed to put that kinda stuff on tv. Don't get me wrong, I love the show but I mean really? Can you not.

BUT the second season isn't nearly as bad as the first. It's actually pretty good and genuinely scary. If you like being freaked out of your mind and can handle some super adult things, watch it. But it's not the show where you'd watch with your mom...

All this goes to say: life is rated R.

I know that sounds funny, but think about it. Whenever you go out in public you have to be wary of what's going to go down.Trust me people, I drop the F bomb more than I should but I personally love hearing peoples conversations in public, because they're just so ridiculous and riddled with words that would make a sailor blush. I've never used that expression before. It felt kinda stupid. Meh idgaf. See what I did there? Hehehe.

Keep Smiling
-Maddie

Obligatory Post

I feel like when you first get a blog, you're so excited because you feel like everybody in the world is watching but in reality it's usually your mom and 3 people you've never met. My expectations are pretty low. And everybodys (and I mean everybody's) first post is somethng like "I finally broke down and got a blog because my family has bugged me for years because they think I'm so witty." Or something self important like that. Those people drive me crazy. Ok I'm done with that.

My blog.
Rules:
1. I will at some point in time offend you. Deal with it.
2. My spelling is beyond horrible. You can laugh all you want.
3. My punctuation is sporadic, so don't get all high and mighty with me when I use a comma instead of a semicolon.
4. You don't have to follow these rules. I hate rules.
5. Above all, keep smiling.

I don't know what I'm going to post. It might be a serious rant sesh. It might be a 'lil story from my oh so fab life. But usually it's going to be what runs through my mind at the time. If you have ADD, then you'll love this because it's a stream of consiousness kinda thing.

So I guess I'll tell you why I named this blog "Keep Smiling." I don't think there is something in this world I love more than laughing. You know that feeling you get when you laugh so hard you feel like you just did 495 crunches? I live for that. And lets not forget, "I love smiling. Smiling's my favorite." Buddy had it right.

Keep Smiling.
-Maddie