The Minds are not lesbian, but Mind One is a dirty cheating whore.

Mind one.
This title.... I just.... *sigh*.

Mind Two:
I think the title alone is enough.

This story is actually a very good one and completely explainable, however, it usually takes Mind One a while to write them and this title is far to good to waste. So storytime!!!

Recently, the minds went to the movies together. And we got our seats and everything, and then I decided I had to go to the bathroom. So I get in there and I go to the farthest stall (because they're usually the cleanest) and shut the door. Except this door doesn't shut. It closes, but won't latch. So I move to the stall next to me. Except this door doesn't close at all. It just swings all the way through. But there are other people in this bathroom and I don't want them to think I'm trying to vandalize all the stalls or steal all the toiley paper or something. So I waited in the stall until all of them left. Then I raced across the room to another stall. And guess what. It still didn't latch. So I decided to go ahead and use it (which is pretty difficult if you've never been in this situation before). I finish peeing and stand up, with my shoulder leaning up against the door and try to button up my pants. Right about then, I hear the bathroom door open. At that same moment, I realized the door actually swung all the way open. I stumbled out of the stall like a drunk person, because I had been leaning on the door, and this poor lady caught in the middle of it just looks at me like, "Are you ok?" So I reassured her I was by telling her, "Don't worry, just trying to do up my pants." She found a stall as fast as she could to avoid talking to me anymore. I just hope her stall latches better than mine.

Signs You Would Be Friends With the Minds

Mind one.
I've been told that I find across as unfriendly. That is just crap. I'm incredibly easy to befriend. If you know the right things. So here is a checklist to see if you could hang with mind one.

Not only do you want to be involved in the hunger games, you want to win that shit.
Chances are that the music you listen to hits nearly every genre known to man.
You either become utterly obsessed over something, or remain completely disinterested.
Food. If any shape or form isn't safe around you.
Caffeine is a large part of your diet, which is impressive considering your ability to shovel food in.
Three words: Bitchy. Resting. Face.
Disney anything. Followed by a horror movie is normal.
Nicholas Sparks anything is not to be watched.
War movies are acceptable viewing material anytime.
Christmas music belongs in the same box of shame as the twilight series. (Mind Two: The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear!)
Dressing attractively will not happen me than two days in a row.
Dressing like a homeless grandmother will happen for weeks on end and that's okay.
Diet, fat-free, sugar-free, or anything along those lines will not be eaten. Take your calories like a real woman.
Sexual jokes will be made, in every conversation.
Having a brain to mouth filter hasn't happened since the first grade.
Locking yourself in your room and watching days of netflix on end is perfectly fine. In fact if you don't do this, something is probably wrong.
Everything is better with music. Everything. Whilst listening to music worlds could be won.

 

Mind two:
Lipgloss. If you also own 40 tubes of lipgloss, but have worn two of them maybe once, we could be friends.

If you believe a can of frosting is a perfectly acceptable food choice, we can be friends.

If the only things you enjoy about fall are pie and hot coffee, we can be friends.

If you like country music, we can be friends.

If you are ok with sexual jokes, we can be friends. Because if you leave the sexual innuendo door open even the slightest bit, I will come crashing through it like the kool-aid man.

If you like to discuss the things you see on pinterest, FUCK YES WE CAN BE FRIENDS.

If you are not opposed to swearing, excessively, we can be friends.

If you make me food, we can be friends. But not cupcakes. Because I am the fucking queen of making cupcakes and if you try to take my crown I will stab you with it and then wipe the blood off on my apron.

Also you can't be opposed to slightly graphic descriptions. Of anything.

And if you bring me coffee without me asking you, I will automatically love you forever and ever.

Reasons why I will be a soldier, not a teacher.

Mind one.
The other day someone informed me that I would be a great teacher. After I finished laughing hysterically, I proceeded to destroy that idea. I would not be a good teacher. And here is why.

1. I would not deal with skipping class.

2. I'd be the asshole teacher that when a kid did skip my class I would have a pop quiz. Worth like thirty points, and it wouldn't be something you could make up later unless you had an excused absence. And the questions would be things like. "What color is my shirt? What is the color of the ceiling? What are the colors of the American flag?"

3.

Mind two:

Honestly,  I would be anything that let's me wear a crown.

What It's Like To Be a Senior in High School. (The unedited, non-Hallmark version)

Mind one.
Growing up as kids, we were force fed ideas of how High School would be amazing. It's an epic four year journey. You're Frodo Baggins and your friends are the fellowship. Following that analogy, Mount Doom is graduation, and senior project is the One Ring. (Sidenote here: I'm not Frodo. I hate him. Sam deserves all the credit. But that is a debate for another time. I'm more like Legolas. I do cool shit and don't talk a lot, and get things done. Mind two is my Gimli.) Halmark and Lifetime and Disney have been shoveling heartfelt, well meaning, changing point in your life crap down our throats since birth. I feel like I should make some attempt, here in the last year of my High School education, to explain why High School is not like the movies.

To start off with, once you hit high school, everyone becomes deeply concerned with your emotions. You'll be approached by more than one person, likely more than once, with things like. "Ready for all those hormones?" "Just stay positive, it's a rough time." or "Don't be afraid to talk to me, I'm here." And all of that sounds great. Until you tell them that you're fine, everything's good. Then they give you skeptical looks. Like come on kid, don't lie, tell me what's wrong. They are almost disappointed that you don't have something wrong with you. This will continue your whole high school career. In fact, pretty much your entire existance as a teenager will be filled with people being overly interested in how you feel. Here is my advice on this:

• When people genuinely care about you and are concerned, talk to them. Free all those emotions, because the will bottle up to the point where you just angst your way around. 

• If you are happy, just doing fine. Tell people that. Even if they don't believe you. 
• If you are not happy. And not doing fine. Tell someone. Someone you trust. Because angsting alone is just not very much fun. Your best friend is a good choice here. Because you can angst together.

• There is a 10,000% chance that at some point your emotional levels will be flatter than the plains of Oklahoma. If you are anything like me that will be your emotional standpoint for 98% of high school. I didn't give a damn. Still don't. About most anything or anyone. I don't exactly recommend this because at some point this state of no emotion (except anger, you'll still be able to be pissed off.), will crack and you'll be drowning in feels with no way out. And unlike everyone else who has been suffering a roller coaster of emotions through out high school, you don't know how to deal with feelings. Feel a spark of empathy for a character in a book? What is this madness, what is feelings, what is, what. So once again, I don't recommend genocide on your emotions. It makes things easier in the short run, but in the long run you will have to deal with them.

Secondly, brace yourself because the hormones really are coming. Everyone gets impacted in different. I'll keep using my personal experiences as an example. The only real difference I noticed, was just amplification. I already didn't give a damn, but now I didn't give a damn more. I also became more sarcastic, and all over I became the poster child for teenage passive aggressive rage. Which really just means that I didn't care about things, unless I had been annoyed enough, then I hated them.

Hormones affected my classmates in various ways. For some people they had enough feels for everyone in the world. Seriously, they would be nearly hysteric over someone else's breakup.

For some, they discovered their genitals and proceeded to hump everything in sight.

Others acted out.

The last two are not recommended. Basically, don't set expectations for high school based on other peoples horror stories. Just run with it. What happens to you, can be the exact opposite of what happened to me. There is no right and wrong here. There is only survive.

I could keep going, but really it's just more of the same idea. Every single person is unique, and every single high school experience will be unique. If you judge yourself off of other peoples expectations, you will fail every time. Set your own standards and live up to them, it won't always be easy, but just remember. When you graduate high school STD free, childless, clean and sober, without an addiction to anything rougher than sugar and caffeine, and you go off and start a life, saying no to parties was really the best choice. Remember kids, herpes and children are forever.
 MIND TWO YOUR TURN.

Mind Two:

SENIORITIS. SUCKS. BALLS. I NEVER WANT TO DO ANYTHING EVER. NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER. WHICH IS WHY I'M WRITING THIS INSTEAD OF STUDYING. 

Also, by high school you should have learned some grammar, like how to properly capitalize a title, for instance...Mind One. (M1. I have you here to peer edit for a reason.)

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