Of Minds and Madness:

A random first post at its finest. Or maybe a little less fine, and a little more ridiculous and nonsensical. 

It's completely obvious to anyone who will ever read this post that it is my first blog post ever. Ever. In the history of Madeleine Sharp's blog posts, this will indeed be her first even though she was oh-so-adamant about posting a first post four or so months ago. But hey, there's a first time for everything, right? And this wonderful twenty-fourth day (or should I say night?) of November will be forever known as Madeleine Sharp's first blog post. Or at least by anyone who truly cares. I'm sure you know who you are.

I'm also sure that for those of you who know me well, the title of this post did not surprise you. In fact, at this point this post might seem a little (or a lottle) too regular to be a Maddie ordeal. Whatever. Ya'll know the drill.Yes, I have a mind. And yes, it certainly is mad. Mad in a good kind of way, if ya know what I mean. Mad in a "totally wanna jam to Leslie Hall's Tight Pants/Body Rolls video on YouTube while simultaneously workin' those deep pelvic muscles and smashin' on some taco salad" kind of way. Shout-out to Miss Leslie Hall for doin' her thang. She's got it going on in those tight pants. And she's got me driving my own father to madness while performing little escapades in the kitchen. I think it's safe to say he's ready for me to take my big old butt (from all of those squats, eh? Makes for a prime derriere, I must say) back to the Hastings College dorms and park it there for a good, long while. And by good, long while I mean the rest of my college days. Alright, maybe that's extreme. But I do have a knack for making my parents want to call a babysitter because they believe they've dealt with my nonsense 19 years too long. I don't blame 'em.

Whatever the case may be, my parents love me, I love them, yadda yadda, and all that gushy stuff. I'm not gonna go into all of that. But let me just say, my ridiculousness is a bonafide instant mood-lifter for anyone who is within fifty feet of me. I'm quite contagious, and while I constantly talk about chicken or pie or twerkin' and werkin' (it's really the only true way to get homework done these days, kids), I never seem to fail at making people laugh to the point of busting their abs open like Busta Rhymes. Not sure that made sense. But you get what I'm sayin'. And, on top of all that booty-shakin', weird face-, and sound-makin' Maddie fun, I love everybody with all of my butt. And ya know, I would say heart, but the fact is my butt is way bigger. Who doesn't want more love? Some lovin' from Maddie's squatin' booty isn't something you can just pass up. Kind of like cornbread, donuts, and fried-chicken. Life's just a little better when it's there.

Anyway, I'm gettin' to that point of my being that my dad would call "The Say Anything Girl." In fact, that was my childhood nickname. 'Cause I really do just say anything. And I rarely possess a filter. So before I boggle your mind too much more, I'm just gonna stop. I'm gonna stop, I'm gonna finish sippin' on this sweet and spicy herbal tea, I'm gonna shake that thang for a bit, and then I'm gonna hopefully catch some Z's. But all of this is up to debate because you never know what you're gonna get with a kiddo like me.

Lots of love, and lots of squats,

The Say Anything Girl