Portland part two!!! Kinda

Mind one.

Okay, so I was talking to mind two the other day, and we both realized to our horror, that we had posted every single drafted post we had started, and we both had a butt pucker moment. (And no, I shall not draw a picture for that..) Then when I get home I realize that. Hey! I never finished that portland story like I said I would! Only one problem, I totally forgot where I was going next after that post. I seriously couldnt tell you what I was planning to do after that post. So I'm closing the Portland story for now. Because I want to give you guys  a good post about it, not some half assed winging it together bullshit. That's reserved for spanish papers, and health reports. (Just kidding!!) (Mind Two: She was only kidding if you are a teacher reading this. For our non-teacher followers, totally serious.)

So while you sit there and wait calmly for the next Portland post, the Minds will amuse you with..........TALES FROM THE DARK SIDE!!!!

Actually, we'll ramble on about our...CHILDHOODS!!!
(Remember this was before the minds met, so we cant regale you with a touching scene of the minds as midgets.)

Mind two, you may begin.

Mind Two:

What?! Are you kidding me? You start this post and then give me nothing to lead off of? Great idea. If I had any idea what to write about, I would have started this post myself!! I can't believe you would do this to me. Just throw me under the bus why don't you? Now I am forced to come up with some tale of my wonderful childhood while you sit around doing nothing? This sucks. And you knew I would do it because I don't want to disappoint our readers.


Mind Two:

Alright I am done with my rampage and as promised will tell you some childhood stories. How about all the times I got my brother in trouble? (mind one here. I did in fact run you over with the bus, but I was blank. And this is a seriously broad topic. I hope you come up with a good story. And don't just ramble about how siblings get each other into trouble. I'm an only child and I could write a book about it.)

Alright fine. They aren't stories about getting each other in trouble, these are stories about how I was a freaking genius as a little kid.

#1
When I was little, I was obsessed with scissors. These things are so cool. You mean I can cut stuff up without potentially cutting off a body part like I would with knife? Awesome! So I went around cutting up random stuff: Barbie doll hair, paper, crayons, and my brother's blanket. Not like sliced the thing in half, just cut a little chunk out of it. And when my mom found it, she asked who did it. And I said my brother. And then convinced him to play along. And he did. So I got off easy while he wasn't allowed to use scissors for 3 or 4 months.

#2
One time, I convinced my brother I was left handed. For 6 months. It was awesome. He was totally convinced! I would be doing something with my right hand and he would come up and ask why I wasn't using my left, and I would just come up with some lame story and he totally believed me. Every time. Poor kid. I finally gave up and told him, he never actually figured it out. Although now, he has trust issues. Mostly with me though. But it was totally worth it.

What the hell!!!

Mind one..

Why is there a random blank post on here?

Mind Two:

I was thinking the same thing...I figured it was you starting something and then forgetting what you were going to write

Mind one...

Screw it. I probably had an idea, lets just play this off. We'll talk about random things. It'll be like texting but...blog style.

Mind Two:
Sounds cool. Well since this is texting I am depressed because I just read the page views and it was 1260 aned im pretty sure it was the same number we had a few days ago:(

MindTwo:
Panick attack over. There are now 1293. I am happy again:) By the way, i found the about us page aaannnndddd figured out how to edit it!

Mind one:

I was also depressed, so I went and got abusive on facebook to make people read this. And I'm so proud of youuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!

Mind Two:

Awww thanks!! And now, to show my gratitude, a picture for you.