I Can See Sounds

M1.
NOW WHO IS THE WHORE EH?

Mind Two:
Still you. And you should probably stop using caps lock because our readers are going to think you have some sort of shouting problem.

Now for the real post:
If you have ever been on the internet, you have probably seen some form of this picture:


One day I was sitting in my chemistry class and my friend happens to have a pinterest app on her phone. So she showed me this picture and I told her I had seen it before. Then, jokingly, I said, "That would be so awesome to actually try sometime." And she said, "Haha ya." And then we looked at each other for a minute. Like this:

And I said, "I'll bring the coffee," at the same time she said, "I'll bring the red bull."
First off, it was totally disgusting. Like drinking warm, bubbly, red bull that was a little bit bitter. I was gross. So we couldn't drink the whole thing.  And at first, we were both just like, "nothing is happening. This blows."

And then this happened.



Except we were in the middle of class. And we couldn't talk because we were taking a test. Not us though, we were done. But we were insanely hyper and we had nothing to do and no one to talk to. So we took to writing notes and flashing them at each other from across the room.
But in the end, we crashed really hard. I mean, it was bad. I just fell asleep randomly. On my living room floor. Pretty much like this.

Happy Mothers Day

Mind Two:
Because it's Mother's Day, I thought I would write a post for my mom.
*Warning. May contain some mushiness and feelings, unlike previous posts.

First off, Mom, I would just like to say thank you for putting up with all of my shenanigans over the years. Especially the ones that involved Tell.
Like our dancing to Luke Bryan.

And our unhealthy obsession with Duck Dynasty and quoting it.



And our constant photo-bombing.

And our mud fights.

And all the other times you tried to take nice pictures of us and we wouldn't sit still. Like this.

Thank you for all the birthday presents.

Thank you for making sure Tell and I were always clean, even if we didn't want to be.

 
And thank you for putting up with my inappropriateness and all the times I have cussed in front of you. Like the time I fell off a chair and thought I was about to die, so I screamed "Oh SHIT!" right in your ear.

And thank you for being there for me through it all. The heartbreak of lost friends, the difficulty adjusting to moving, the depression that comes with losing boyfriends, and the anger that comes with being around Tell.

Thank you for everything you have done in general.



HAHA totally kidding. You're great. But this cup is funny. I had to put it on here.

And because sometimes our conversations end up like this.

And since it's Mother's Day, we might as well end on a sappy note.
"Mother is another word for love."
I love you, Mom.

SUPER MASSIVE WASTE OF TIME.

M1.
I keep pinning stuff for the blog, and then never finding a legitamate use for it. SO HERE IS THE BIGGEST WASTE OF YOUR LIFE SINCE THE CLINTON ADMINISTRATION.












GO WATCH THIS RIGHT NOW.


(COUGH ONE DIRECTION COUGH)






The other day mind one met mind two's EXTREMELY BRITISH PASTOR AND HIS WIFE AND WAS TRYING SO HARD TO KEEP HER AMERICAN ACCENT BUT OF COURSE. "Ello!"

HE DRINKS DR PEPPER TOO. VICTORY FOR MIND ONE.







For Mind two.


I have no idea who this man is, but he has the hair of a member of a boy band, the facial hair of Johnny Depp, the body of an Olympian and the tattoos of Adam Levine. And it's attractive.

When Mind two walks past.



Mind Two:
Why Mind One and Two don't have any nice pictures together:













Kristen Bell's Sloth Meltdown



This is for Mind One: