Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

well your alseep now... I refuse to accept the fact that you really don't know my blog yet haha. Today was definitely not Hannah-Chris day at all. We finally got to my house, I showered, got out then had to pick up my mom, thennn got gas, which left us with like a little over an hour. Tomorrow. No phones. It's Hannah and Chris day tomorrow, I don't care what anyone else says. I even got rid of the bed. I'm so ready for this.
I really want to finish the painting. It's almost done and I want something special in the middle of it. We should paint something that is symbolic for the both of us together. I was thinking like a swirl of paint, but I don't know for sure yet. I can't wait for you to come over today, we probably won't be able to shower together but that is okay. I just want to hug you and love you all day before I have to go to work. I'm so glad we have this weekend  off for ourselves. If we don't go to the cabin with everyone then we should go to the beach again while its sunny out. Or go to SF and go around the piers maybe.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Now I'm pretty sure you have found this already, but if you didn't yet... I mean come on.... D:

I'm really excited to paint with you today. It's the best thing to do with my one weekday off of work. Today seems like the most perfect day. Its a good balance of cloud to sky ratio. except its really cold though :(
I feel like something awesome is going to happen today between you and me.

Monday, October 10, 2011

And thus starts blog one.

Welp. This will be the second try of blogging for you and trying to keep it hidden from you for as long as possible. I know you really miss my blogs and I'm sorry for not doing them as often as you wish I would.
Okay well the day is just about over and I'm going to do this instead of hide it from you. If you find it please don't tell me that you did. Don't give any hint that you did. I find my self writing deeper thoughts without a audience. It doesn't I don't open up all the way to you, its just a mental thing I guess. Plus I like writing about you without directly blogging to you. If you know what I mean.

So recently I've felt like you don't think I read your blogs any more but the truth is I love them. I love reading all of your thoughts and I will never get bored of reading them. Even though I don't blog as much I still read all of your blogs, not because I feel obligated to but because I really want to. I want to know what your feeling and your blogs really express everything on your mind. Its like your old room but in internet form. I really miss your old house. Maybe one day, we could rent it again or buy that one awesome blue house. It has a lot of land too, we could make it in to a restaurant and you, your dad, and me could work in it. I would love to own my own little restaurant, it would be a lot of work but I'm so up for it. I just have those thoughts of failure and lack of start up money that kind of drives me away. Maybe I could go to college with you and learn how to operate a business...

I'm glad you and Adrienne are done talking and I hope we can start our life's now without that as a past. I really do love you, and only you, more than anything and anyone. Please do me this, never leave. I will promise to try my hardest to be a good boyfriend so you might have to work with me on somethings. But I think this relationship is very serious and I know nothing can tear us apart now. I feel so close to you and I still can't imagine us moving out together, getting married, or even having a kid, it's all a really big transformation from kid to adult. But when those thing arise I will be ecstatic. I really want a blond green eyed daughter... We would love her to death and give her the best childhood ever, even if we are dirt poor.   

So anyways that all I really have for now. I'm going to call you and tell you I blogged. But it's up to you to find it. I mean it's pretty easy to find it really... I didn't put any effort into hiding it, you probably already found it haha.