Hey...
Its Regan.
I'm here to give the news I never wanted to give.
Aidan and I are no longer seeing each other.
So, as result, we will no longer blog.
Thank you for reading our blog.
~Regan
Friday, August 15, 2008
Friday, August 1, 2008
Sorry
Hey, Regan here.
We've had a lot of inquiries as to why Aidan and I haven't been blogging, and, of coarse, I'm here to explain. Aidan just gave up. Too much stuff for him to do. He's in 6:30A.M weights, He's got a lot of summer homework, football 7-on-7, tenor drum sectionals, Drum line camp, New marchers camp (he's always been part of the pit, not the battery, so never marched), and band camp, as well as finding a lot of time to see me.
As for my self, I have nothing to really blog about. Aidan and i have been spending our summer hours at my house, playing apples to apples with my sister and our nanny, and just hanging out. Not that much to blog about, eh?
School is rapidly approaching for the both of us, and we'll try to blog if there is anything to blog at all about.
We hope that all of our readers will keep checking in, as i'll be posting updates on how Aidan and I are.
As of right now, we're still dating, with no issues. Today makes 5 months. We'll see how attending different schools will effect us, if at all. I'll try to keep you all posted.
Thank you for reading our blog, we appreciate it.
~With all of our best wishes, and love for our fans, Regan.
We've had a lot of inquiries as to why Aidan and I haven't been blogging, and, of coarse, I'm here to explain. Aidan just gave up. Too much stuff for him to do. He's in 6:30A.M weights, He's got a lot of summer homework, football 7-on-7, tenor drum sectionals, Drum line camp, New marchers camp (he's always been part of the pit, not the battery, so never marched), and band camp, as well as finding a lot of time to see me.
As for my self, I have nothing to really blog about. Aidan and i have been spending our summer hours at my house, playing apples to apples with my sister and our nanny, and just hanging out. Not that much to blog about, eh?
School is rapidly approaching for the both of us, and we'll try to blog if there is anything to blog at all about.
We hope that all of our readers will keep checking in, as i'll be posting updates on how Aidan and I are.
As of right now, we're still dating, with no issues. Today makes 5 months. We'll see how attending different schools will effect us, if at all. I'll try to keep you all posted.
Thank you for reading our blog, we appreciate it.
~With all of our best wishes, and love for our fans, Regan.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
I love you, Aidan.
Sooo.
Aidan and I have been a little sad, of late. We're okay, just down, you know? Schools starting soonish, and we haven't had a lot of time together. the whole point of this blog is to remind Aidan of how amazing he is, and to try and cheer him up. here it goes.
See, Aidan is this WONDERFUL person. He's the type of person that....is kind to everyone, weather they deserve it, or not. He'll always do the right thing, no matter how hard it is. He's willing to do what he knows is worst for his own self, so that someone else can be as happy as possible. He always gives, and actually, very rairly takes. That which he does ask for, is earned a million times over.
He's the person that everyone wants to be, but has a hard time accomplishing. Yet, he doubts himself. He asks "Am i the right person?" "Am i who i should be?" and "Am i a good boyfriend?"
Yes, Aidan, you are. You are everything, and more, that anyone could ever ask for. I don't know anyone else who...could be as loving as you are. Anyone else who would talk to me the way you do, and be...secure enough to show the amount of emotion you do. All to often, you regard this show of emotion as bad, or girly, and it really isn't. I'm betting that you could ask a majority of the girls and women out there if they would prefer a man who will show his emotion, and understand their emotions, rather than hiding it.
You are extremely humble, to the point that its not good. You say "I'm not worth that much" but you are. To me, and to the people who love you, you are worth everything. You have so much that you could do with yourself. You're a great person. You need to understand, that you are worth a lot more than what can be given. You're worth something that can't be given a measurement. And maybe the only way i can say it is that you are worth loving. If that makes sense...
One last thing. We have had our share of disappointment, of fights, and of hurt feelings. We've had over the fair share of tears, and sadness. But think of the good times. Remember just laying in my front yard, smiling, as i sketched you? Or the date at the outside mall? Remember....we've had more good times than bad. You've never let me down, and i have no reason to think that you ever would. I love you baby.
~Always and forever your girl, Regan.
Aidan and I have been a little sad, of late. We're okay, just down, you know? Schools starting soonish, and we haven't had a lot of time together. the whole point of this blog is to remind Aidan of how amazing he is, and to try and cheer him up. here it goes.
See, Aidan is this WONDERFUL person. He's the type of person that....is kind to everyone, weather they deserve it, or not. He'll always do the right thing, no matter how hard it is. He's willing to do what he knows is worst for his own self, so that someone else can be as happy as possible. He always gives, and actually, very rairly takes. That which he does ask for, is earned a million times over.
He's the person that everyone wants to be, but has a hard time accomplishing. Yet, he doubts himself. He asks "Am i the right person?" "Am i who i should be?" and "Am i a good boyfriend?"
Yes, Aidan, you are. You are everything, and more, that anyone could ever ask for. I don't know anyone else who...could be as loving as you are. Anyone else who would talk to me the way you do, and be...secure enough to show the amount of emotion you do. All to often, you regard this show of emotion as bad, or girly, and it really isn't. I'm betting that you could ask a majority of the girls and women out there if they would prefer a man who will show his emotion, and understand their emotions, rather than hiding it.
You are extremely humble, to the point that its not good. You say "I'm not worth that much" but you are. To me, and to the people who love you, you are worth everything. You have so much that you could do with yourself. You're a great person. You need to understand, that you are worth a lot more than what can be given. You're worth something that can't be given a measurement. And maybe the only way i can say it is that you are worth loving. If that makes sense...
One last thing. We have had our share of disappointment, of fights, and of hurt feelings. We've had over the fair share of tears, and sadness. But think of the good times. Remember just laying in my front yard, smiling, as i sketched you? Or the date at the outside mall? Remember....we've had more good times than bad. You've never let me down, and i have no reason to think that you ever would. I love you baby.
~Always and forever your girl, Regan.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Those DAMN hills: She said
Hallo! It's Regan. First off, i want to apologise for not blogging in...forever. We've been busy. Now. For this post. I'm here in Nebraska training for a 301 mile bike ride...I know, I'm crazy. My best Friend Lynne (She would like to make it known that her name is pronounced like Lin. NOT like lin-y because "You are all Idiots") is here with me. We're training here for a few days, then leaving on Wednesday for the Tour De Nebraska. This is my 3rd year, Lynne's 2nd. My grandfather (A nationally rated track runner and biker) and Lynne's mother are coming with, as well. Here's the account of what's happened thus far, to be updated daily. Multiple times.
Day one-Leaving the house:
Well. It was fun. Aidan and I had a small fight, then made up, and said heartfelt goodbye's. Then we picked up Lynne.Then a LOOONNG car ride...really..not much to tell.
Day Two- ....We don't like getting up!
"GIRLS GET UP!" My Poppa yells. I glance at the clock. 7. A.M. Fun. I roll over, and force myself out of bed, being used to getting up at 5:45 when Aidan gets up for summer weights. Lynne is a different story..."LYNNE!! GET UP!" I yell. I already have my contacts in, and am leaving for the bathroom with my biking Jersey and cycling shorts. "mmm! I AM!" she responds. When i get back there is much grumbling. Lynne's contact ripped. She has to wear glasses...Fun. I stalk up stairs, shoes in hand to devour the before-ride bagel and water. Lynne comes shortly, being coxed (Rather...pestered) by myself. We dawdle a little longer, and finally mount our Trek road bikes. All three of us have different Trek bikes...different colored shirts and helmets. But our shorts and gloves match. We ride around the city, accumulating about 16 miles. And if you think Nebraska is flat...your flat out wrong. Its not. damn the hills. We finally stop at a Highway diner. Our favorite greasy truck stop. I get two eggs, and off we go. Its a mile back home, easy as heck.
I collapse on to the bed, as Lynne calls first shower. Shrugging I call Aidan. We talk, and regretfully hang up.I jump in the shower, quickly texting Aidan when I finish.
Lynne and I...are rather addicted to four things. Books. Music. Sleep. Ramen. We enjoyed the first two for a while, the decided to go watch the ever popular Pirates Of the Caribbean. At the epic climax (STOP SHOOTING HOLES IN MY SHIP!) we stop to enjoy the latter of this list. I, true to my laziness, make Lynne cook it. And here I am....
Day Three- Ouch.
"GIRLS UP AND AT 'EM!" My Poppa says. Lynne and I tumble out of bed, again at 7:00. We get ready, and meander up the stairs. My grandparents storm radio screeches, the warning light flickers on, and "SEVER THUNDERSTORM" Flashes. Lynne and I stumble back downstairs, and fall asleep.
At about 9:45 I get a text from Aidan, waking me. We talk for while, then I drift back off, to be woken again by Poppa. We mumble, but mount our bikes, and set off.
All was well for a while. We were planning to ride about 5miles up to lunch. To one of my favorite places. We were making great time, and everything was going well, despite the crazy amount of mud and water from the resent storms. We were about 1.5 miles from the lunch joint when we started riding on a sidewalk-converted-trail (They added another sidewalk). Therefore it was uneven with a ledge in between. I tried to follow my grandfather, shifting from one side to the other. Lynne was behind me. My front tire caught the ledge, and stuck. (If you know anything about biking you know that if anything touches your front tire, your going down...) I flew off my bike, landing on the side of my helmet, and on my hip. My right knee caught the ground, and my bike landed on my leeft thigh. I started bawling, and clutched my knee. A man living in the neighborhood ran over, and tried to help. By now, blood was running down my leg. Even after Poppa had rinsed it off. We acquired ice from the friendly man, and tissues from a woman. I, of course, sent Aidan a picture right away. He promptly started worrying, asking if i was okay, and sending a million ":(" faces. We turned around, and biked to a Walgreen's, getting antiseptic and large band aids. Then we rode, NOT ON THE PATH to lunch.
The rest of the ride was uneventful, other than my ALMOST hitting a fast-speed biker.
Lynne and I arrived at home, cleaned our mud-covered bikes, and showered. I called my father to wish him a happy fathers day, and to report that my mother needed to buy new headphones for me, and send them with Lynne's mother when she came, as I had ruined mine in the crash.
We started watching pirates 2 again, then went out to dinner at a buffet...and here I am.
Aidan and I...had a small fight. It was not resolved, and we both fell asleep.
An interesting day to be sure...lets see what happens next. =p
Day 6- Oh my god...Its 6 O'clock...
We get up. At 6.To get downtown for breakfast at 7. We head to the village inn. I, again, get the same order as always, (Even though this is a different restaurant) and a pair of over-easy eggs. we head out...headed for the Mopac trail. It was fine...tiring, if anything...=( I had to text Aidan for support multiple times. Too many hills.... Anywho. We did 20-something miles. I got a flat. After rating at breakfast about never having flats and whatnot. And about having slimed (Goo that is put in your tire to STOP a flat) tires. Mr. Browning had told me that they don't always work....So. We took a while to fix it, then finished the ride. Here i am now.....By the way, today is the day I am leaving. Camping out...at the starting line. When i get back to "Verona" I'll blog hi-lights from the trip. Going to go pack...Wish me luck!!!!
As before stated, Lynne, Poppa, and I all camped out. Lynne and I are sharing a tent. At about 10:30 (Due to getting lost) Lynne's mother arrived in town. It was raining so we invited her to share our large tent. She brought a bag of my forgotten stuff with her. A letter from Aidan was in the bag. He'd sprayed it with cologne....Yum. It made me cry....
Day one-Leaving the house:
Well. It was fun. Aidan and I had a small fight, then made up, and said heartfelt goodbye's. Then we picked up Lynne.Then a LOOONNG car ride...really..not much to tell.
Day Two- ....We don't like getting up!
"GIRLS GET UP!" My Poppa yells. I glance at the clock. 7. A.M. Fun. I roll over, and force myself out of bed, being used to getting up at 5:45 when Aidan gets up for summer weights. Lynne is a different story..."LYNNE!! GET UP!" I yell. I already have my contacts in, and am leaving for the bathroom with my biking Jersey and cycling shorts. "mmm! I AM!" she responds. When i get back there is much grumbling. Lynne's contact ripped. She has to wear glasses...Fun. I stalk up stairs, shoes in hand to devour the before-ride bagel and water. Lynne comes shortly, being coxed (Rather...pestered) by myself. We dawdle a little longer, and finally mount our Trek road bikes. All three of us have different Trek bikes...different colored shirts and helmets. But our shorts and gloves match. We ride around the city, accumulating about 16 miles. And if you think Nebraska is flat...your flat out wrong. Its not. damn the hills. We finally stop at a Highway diner. Our favorite greasy truck stop. I get two eggs, and off we go. Its a mile back home, easy as heck.
I collapse on to the bed, as Lynne calls first shower. Shrugging I call Aidan. We talk, and regretfully hang up.I jump in the shower, quickly texting Aidan when I finish.
Lynne and I...are rather addicted to four things. Books. Music. Sleep. Ramen. We enjoyed the first two for a while, the decided to go watch the ever popular Pirates Of the Caribbean. At the epic climax (STOP SHOOTING HOLES IN MY SHIP!) we stop to enjoy the latter of this list. I, true to my laziness, make Lynne cook it. And here I am....
(2nd update of the day)
-Sigh- THOSE DAMN HILLS!!! We had a GREAT encounter with hills. Tonight's ride was the "Country" part of the town. Country my arse. Highway bordering a farm. With hills. All up. NOT DOWN. LONG. AND. PAINFUL. My grandpa sarcastically/cynically states that "There are no hills in Nebraska". My bike chain falls off. I repair it...and get lube-covered hands as a result. As we approach the (no joke) 15th hill, I speed up, deciding to power up the hills, rather than taking it slow. "I hate you, Poppa." I joke as i bike past him. Sweat, by now, is pouring into my eyes. FUN FUN. Lynne and I listen to music as we bike...and i'd wondered where mine went. And my chain falls off again, as I realize that i DON'T HAVE MY HEADPHONES IN. I bike one-handedly as i chatter to Lynne about it. Finally...The pharmacy (End-of-hill-point and less than a mile home.) i speed up....entering the gated community and glancing at the pool. I flip open my phone to a sad-ish text from Aidan. "Work. I love you."...He'll get back around 9-10 Nebraska time...=[ Of course, my Grandmother has Tater-tot casserole ready for us. YUM. We devour it...run back down stairs.....put on swimsuits (At lest Lynne does, I changed before dinner) and here i am now. We're just going to the pool....More if i can fit it in to the day.....IM TIRED. AND SORE. But hey....I'm a biker...Live with it, right? Im crazy...I know =p...
The pool was fun. Then we had Red cake. Then watched Pirates 2. Then called Aidan. Not much to say.
Day Three- Ouch.
"GIRLS UP AND AT 'EM!" My Poppa says. Lynne and I tumble out of bed, again at 7:00. We get ready, and meander up the stairs. My grandparents storm radio screeches, the warning light flickers on, and "SEVER THUNDERSTORM" Flashes. Lynne and I stumble back downstairs, and fall asleep.
At about 9:45 I get a text from Aidan, waking me. We talk for while, then I drift back off, to be woken again by Poppa. We mumble, but mount our bikes, and set off.
All was well for a while. We were planning to ride about 5miles up to lunch. To one of my favorite places. We were making great time, and everything was going well, despite the crazy amount of mud and water from the resent storms. We were about 1.5 miles from the lunch joint when we started riding on a sidewalk-converted-trail (They added another sidewalk). Therefore it was uneven with a ledge in between. I tried to follow my grandfather, shifting from one side to the other. Lynne was behind me. My front tire caught the ledge, and stuck. (If you know anything about biking you know that if anything touches your front tire, your going down...) I flew off my bike, landing on the side of my helmet, and on my hip. My right knee caught the ground, and my bike landed on my leeft thigh. I started bawling, and clutched my knee. A man living in the neighborhood ran over, and tried to help. By now, blood was running down my leg. Even after Poppa had rinsed it off. We acquired ice from the friendly man, and tissues from a woman. I, of course, sent Aidan a picture right away. He promptly started worrying, asking if i was okay, and sending a million ":(" faces. We turned around, and biked to a Walgreen's, getting antiseptic and large band aids. Then we rode, NOT ON THE PATH to lunch.
The rest of the ride was uneventful, other than my ALMOST hitting a fast-speed biker.
Lynne and I arrived at home, cleaned our mud-covered bikes, and showered. I called my father to wish him a happy fathers day, and to report that my mother needed to buy new headphones for me, and send them with Lynne's mother when she came, as I had ruined mine in the crash.
We started watching pirates 2 again, then went out to dinner at a buffet...and here I am.
Aidan and I...had a small fight. It was not resolved, and we both fell asleep.
An interesting day to be sure...lets see what happens next. =p
Day four- 12 rabbits, 6 people, 2 dogs, 2 deer, and a squirrel.
Aidan apologised, as did I. All better! Aidan heads off for weights.
Well. Today (Rather...yesteday...) we had breakfast BEFORE the bike ride. Lynne and I both order the normal, a half-order of biscuits and gravy, a Pepsi for me, OJ for her. Two of my poppa's friends meet us there. One, Mr. Browning, is coming with us on ride. Poppa decides to take us to Princeton, a mere -coughnoteasycough- 17some miles from t breakfast joint. We ride there. Tired as heck, we decide not to go back on the highway to brave the hills, and rather, decide to go on a limestone-paved trail to the town. It was nice...because it was an OLD railroad-converted-trail that my Poppa helped fundraise and built all the Bridges. Lynne and I got board whilst biking and first started singing with our iPods. Then....we started (Along with Poppa) Yelling out when we saw wildlife. 12 rabbits [Three of the babies], 6 people, 2 dogs, 2 deer, and a squirrel. (Thus the title). We were...TIRED
Once home, we collapsed and finished Pirates 3.
We again, made our own lunches, and enjoyed books. Then went on a VERY short ride. I finished the book I was reading, Carpe Diem, and called Aidan. We had a quite pleasant conversation, then we had to go. He left for football 7-one-7, and I to a pool-party. Let me just say, nothing feels better than a hot tub. Wellll...other than being in Aidan's arms. Anywho. We returned home, and had hamburgers and fudge-pops. I started another book (Magic Steps). I again called Aidan. The convo was less pleasant, but still good. We hung up...and ended up calling one more time before i fell asleep.
Day 6- Oh my god...Its 6 O'clock...
We get up. At 6.To get downtown for breakfast at 7. We head to the village inn. I, again, get the same order as always, (Even though this is a different restaurant) and a pair of over-easy eggs. we head out...headed for the Mopac trail. It was fine...tiring, if anything...=( I had to text Aidan for support multiple times. Too many hills.... Anywho. We did 20-something miles. I got a flat. After rating at breakfast about never having flats and whatnot. And about having slimed (Goo that is put in your tire to STOP a flat) tires. Mr. Browning had told me that they don't always work....So. We took a while to fix it, then finished the ride. Here i am now.....By the way, today is the day I am leaving. Camping out...at the starting line. When i get back to "Verona" I'll blog hi-lights from the trip. Going to go pack...Wish me luck!!!!
As before stated, Lynne, Poppa, and I all camped out. Lynne and I are sharing a tent. At about 10:30 (Due to getting lost) Lynne's mother arrived in town. It was raining so we invited her to share our large tent. She brought a bag of my forgotten stuff with her. A letter from Aidan was in the bag. He'd sprayed it with cologne....Yum. It made me cry....
Day one of the actual ride- Um, yay?
Greetings from the first stop on my tour! We rode 61 miles today. It's quite far.... Well. Anywho. I know i said that there was no way of me blogging today, but the town we are staying at was so kind as to leave the high school computer lab open for our Internet usage.
I broke yet another pair of headphones today. At least one of the earbuds works. Yay. We stopped about 10 times on the trip (Its safe to stop about every 10 miles to check everything and give yourself a small recovery time) There were no bad hills, as we are in a Vally. We left at about 8, and arrived in the night-stay town at around 2:25 We made great time. I'm sore...Very much so. my shoulder popped during the ride and doesn't feel quite right now. My knees and hip (Left side) Hurt too...-shrugs- W/e. Get to do it all again tomorrow. Farther...And all uphill...in the sand hills. FUN FUN. I am expecting that i will SAG.... I FINISHED TODAY! um, YAY!!!
~For now, Regan.
P.S, 143, Aidan. Both Meanings!I
P.P.S, Mom, I know you're reading this...I love you! Tell the Family. And hug kitty for me.
P.P.S, To a reader who has been asking about the relationship...Aidan and I are GREAT. We haven't been blogging because we're busy. For me: Work, Biking, Sleep, and friends. For Aidan: Weights, Drum line, Football, Homework, Work, Sleep. He has promised to blog soon. My best wishes for you all, Regan.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Tent Troubles: She said
To be honest...I cant rember what happned....It was a long time ago. I know...the tent broke. AS we were putting it together. The one i was supposted to use for camping that we needed to see if it worked. It didn't...
~For now, Regan.
P.S, :p I would have never though of calling it "Tent Troubles" Great name, Aidan!
~For now, Regan.
P.S, :p I would have never though of calling it "Tent Troubles" Great name, Aidan!
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Tent troubles: He said.
Hey guys. Aidan here. Fun day. Late night.
11:11. Making the wish. The wish I always make around this time. Can you guess it?
I'll go into this in detail. When cognition kicks back in.
Check back in the morning. This'll be longer. Promise.
:)
When I see your eyes, your smile, I sprout wings. My heart soars. It is then I know I have seen the true face of beauty.
-With everything I have, Aidan.
11:11. Making the wish. The wish I always make around this time. Can you guess it?
I'll go into this in detail. When cognition kicks back in.
Check back in the morning. This'll be longer. Promise.
:)
When I see your eyes, your smile, I sprout wings. My heart soars. It is then I know I have seen the true face of beauty.
-With everything I have, Aidan.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Picture!
Hey! It's Regan. Just an FYI post. Our picture is up. Its not of our faces because...it's not...xD but it does show the size differences between Aidan and myself. Taken in my backyard... :D The quote is from a song by we the kings.
~For now, Regan.
~For now, Regan.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
A chilly day: He said
Aidan again. Haha, you guys must be sick of us by now.
Anywho, like she said, today was...new? Well, I got to see her in a swimsuit. So right away, 'twas bound to be a day to remember. As fantastic as the time from when I arrived to her house til when I left, figuring all the details was anything but.
5:20 A.M.
Due to an...interesting night, we start talking to each other. Some things are said, but in the end, it's all okay.
6:20 A.M.
Everything ends well, she falls asleep, I decide to wake up for the day. As per her morning work schedule, I promise to wake her in a little over an hour.
7:45 A.M.
Right on cue, I call. She quietly answers with a sleepy hello, and prepares for the day. I know I'd miss her whilst she is gone, but it'll be worth it for tonight. I mix cereal with sugar and strawberries (culinary skills? no way!), and relax as I try to figure out how the day will work out.
But, as is expected (you'll soon learn this about me), I quickly become tired and take a...3 hour nap? Fun stuff. :P
1:00 P.M.
BAM! First obstruction to our beautiful plan of time together. Flute lessons. At two. ;alksjdf;lkajsd;flkj.
BAM BAM! Second obstruction. I come to a horrid revalation. I have a drum rehearsal tonight. 7-9:30. Again I say with increasing frustration:
;lakjsd;flkjas;dlkfja;lskdjf;laksjdfl;kjasdf.
With a defeated heart and sad eyes, I try to figure out what to do; try to hold on to any possible hope of tonight.
Then. An angellic text:
Flute lessons cancelled. Christina's ill.
Boom-KaSCHREECH
My heart stops. Really possible? Could it be? I hurridly call, plan it out, call James with an over-excited tone, change as fast as I can, and approach the door with butterflies in the stomache at the very tangible chance of seeing her beauty.
Ring Ring.....Ring Ring
Aidan? What's today?
...The day after memorial day?
Yeah......bad news.
........ ?
Pool opens at four.
*click*
Come on. Really? Another threat? Argh. I felt beyond horrible.
Ring Ring....Ri-
Hello?
Hello love...pool opens at four.
Are you EFFING me?
Afraid not...
:LKASDJF:LKAJDF!
*click*
Ring-
...Yeah?
Hey babe! Just come over here til four! Sound good?
*runs to get ready*
1:30 P.M.
Everything is finally perfect. From the moment I feel her tingly kiss, I know the day is really going to take off.
Time to really see who's better at chess?
OKAY!!
We nearly finished. (Note to all readers out there: it is exponentially more difficult to finish a chess game whilst the partner is more...light-hearted than normal. Including, but not limited to, knocking over the chess pieces every thirty seconds)
4:00 P.M.
Guys! Four o'clock!
Woah! Really?
4:10 P.M.
At the pool! Definitely all that I'd thought it'd be. As stated so lovingly by Regan, there was a group of...less than appreciative girls sharing the pool. But I only noticed this once. As was so blatantly obvious, the rest of the time my eyes were glued on her.
5:35 P.M.
Guys! Look at the time.
Crap!!
*run home hurridly*
And....well, the rest is easily guessed. Basically, I run home with her, plead my mother to pick me up, and head to my drumline rehearsal.
Another day in fair Verona!
Her smile is my light in this dark called Life.
-With everything I have, Aidan.
Anywho, like she said, today was...new? Well, I got to see her in a swimsuit. So right away, 'twas bound to be a day to remember. As fantastic as the time from when I arrived to her house til when I left, figuring all the details was anything but.
5:20 A.M.
Due to an...interesting night, we start talking to each other. Some things are said, but in the end, it's all okay.
6:20 A.M.
Everything ends well, she falls asleep, I decide to wake up for the day. As per her morning work schedule, I promise to wake her in a little over an hour.
7:45 A.M.
Right on cue, I call. She quietly answers with a sleepy hello, and prepares for the day. I know I'd miss her whilst she is gone, but it'll be worth it for tonight. I mix cereal with sugar and strawberries (culinary skills? no way!), and relax as I try to figure out how the day will work out.
But, as is expected (you'll soon learn this about me), I quickly become tired and take a...3 hour nap? Fun stuff. :P
1:00 P.M.
BAM! First obstruction to our beautiful plan of time together. Flute lessons. At two. ;alksjdf;lkajsd;flkj.
BAM BAM! Second obstruction. I come to a horrid revalation. I have a drum rehearsal tonight. 7-9:30. Again I say with increasing frustration:
;lakjsd;flkjas;dlkfja;lskdjf;laksjdfl;kjasdf.
With a defeated heart and sad eyes, I try to figure out what to do; try to hold on to any possible hope of tonight.
Then. An angellic text:
Flute lessons cancelled. Christina's ill.
Boom-KaSCHREECH
My heart stops. Really possible? Could it be? I hurridly call, plan it out, call James with an over-excited tone, change as fast as I can, and approach the door with butterflies in the stomache at the very tangible chance of seeing her beauty.
Ring Ring.....Ring Ring
Aidan? What's today?
...The day after memorial day?
Yeah......bad news.
........ ?
Pool opens at four.
*click*
Come on. Really? Another threat? Argh. I felt beyond horrible.
Ring Ring....Ri-
Hello?
Hello love...pool opens at four.
Are you EFFING me?
Afraid not...
:LKASDJF:LKAJDF!
*click*
Ring-
...Yeah?
Hey babe! Just come over here til four! Sound good?
*runs to get ready*
1:30 P.M.
Everything is finally perfect. From the moment I feel her tingly kiss, I know the day is really going to take off.
Time to really see who's better at chess?
OKAY!!
We nearly finished. (Note to all readers out there: it is exponentially more difficult to finish a chess game whilst the partner is more...light-hearted than normal. Including, but not limited to, knocking over the chess pieces every thirty seconds)
4:00 P.M.
Guys! Four o'clock!
Woah! Really?
4:10 P.M.
At the pool! Definitely all that I'd thought it'd be. As stated so lovingly by Regan, there was a group of...less than appreciative girls sharing the pool. But I only noticed this once. As was so blatantly obvious, the rest of the time my eyes were glued on her.
5:35 P.M.
Guys! Look at the time.
Crap!!
*run home hurridly*
And....well, the rest is easily guessed. Basically, I run home with her, plead my mother to pick me up, and head to my drumline rehearsal.
Another day in fair Verona!
Her smile is my light in this dark called Life.
-With everything I have, Aidan.
A chilly day: She said
Its Regan, here! Aidan and I had an...intresting...day today. Due to myself, and a mistake I made, I woke a 5 to a text from Aidan. From there we talked until about 6:20, at which he let/made me go back to sleep, and woke me back up at 7:45 to go to work. Let me just say...waking up to his voice...there's nothing better...
Well. Anyhow. We were planning to see each other tonight, but it ends up that Aidan had a drumline rehearsal. By an odd change of events, I was asked to work tonight....so all's well that ends well. So, back on track: We'd decided to make up the lost time by seeing each other during the day, at my house. The plans came crashing about my head as I got a text from my mother saying "Flute lessons at two." Of course, I was itching to text him. I waited for a break, and sent a single text, then turning off my phone. We both were...RATHER...upset. When I got home, and revived my phone, the screen read 3 new messages. Two were from Aidan, one from my mother. "Christina is sick. Lessons canceled." I couldn't believe my luck...And called Aidan.
A: SO. What you do want to do?
R: Whatever you want, babe.
A:...
R: Can we go swimming?
A: Calling James (friend with pool)
It seemed like a great idea. At the time. :P
James agreed that we should swim. So I ran upstairs, changed, and was leaving to pick Aidan (My nanny as the driver) up, as he called with a morose voice.
A:Don't leave your house. The pool doesn't open until 4 today.
R:.... ARE YOU EFFING ME?!?!?
A: I'm so sorry...
R:Its okay..... Can I call you back?
A:...Yea...
I asked my nanny, Jennifer, if it was okay if he came over...He did. In a swim suit (we were still going to swim at 4)
We accomplished one thing, for sure. CHESS. But...didn't finish it, so it can't be crossed off the list. :(
Jennifer (yelling): Guys! its 4!!
A&R: Really??!?
It was...interesting...
We drove to his pool, meeting him outside. By now...it was COLD. I suspected the water to be cold, but as I dipped a foot in, I discovered that it was warmer than my racing or practice pools. Not that that is hard to accomplish...but anyhow....It...was FUN. James is a goof. Anywho. There were three girls there that when to Middle school with us, and were...less than nice to me. We avoided them. It seemed so ironic. I had been so vastly disliked, and now...I was dating the cream-of-the-crop. I suffered many a jealous stare, but ignored them, preferring rather to spend the time splashing Aidan. (His view should be funny.)
It seemed daring to kiss him at the pool.....but we did, anyway...:p
He decided to walk me home...and in the process cut open his foot....i feel terrible.
All in all, even shivering as I walked home, and learning that Aidan CAN'T SWIM OR DIVE WELL, I had fun....Can't believe that I have him...I don't deserve it...
~For now, Regan.
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Well. Anyhow. We were planning to see each other tonight, but it ends up that Aidan had a drumline rehearsal. By an odd change of events, I was asked to work tonight....so all's well that ends well. So, back on track: We'd decided to make up the lost time by seeing each other during the day, at my house. The plans came crashing about my head as I got a text from my mother saying "Flute lessons at two." Of course, I was itching to text him. I waited for a break, and sent a single text, then turning off my phone. We both were...RATHER...upset. When I got home, and revived my phone, the screen read 3 new messages. Two were from Aidan, one from my mother. "Christina is sick. Lessons canceled." I couldn't believe my luck...And called Aidan.
A: SO. What you do want to do?
R: Whatever you want, babe.
A:...
R: Can we go swimming?
A: Calling James (friend with pool)
It seemed like a great idea. At the time. :P
James agreed that we should swim. So I ran upstairs, changed, and was leaving to pick Aidan (My nanny as the driver) up, as he called with a morose voice.
A:Don't leave your house. The pool doesn't open until 4 today.
R:.... ARE YOU EFFING ME?!?!?
A: I'm so sorry...
R:Its okay..... Can I call you back?
A:...Yea...
I asked my nanny, Jennifer, if it was okay if he came over...He did. In a swim suit (we were still going to swim at 4)
We accomplished one thing, for sure. CHESS. But...didn't finish it, so it can't be crossed off the list. :(
Jennifer (yelling): Guys! its 4!!
A&R: Really??!?
It was...interesting...
We drove to his pool, meeting him outside. By now...it was COLD. I suspected the water to be cold, but as I dipped a foot in, I discovered that it was warmer than my racing or practice pools. Not that that is hard to accomplish...but anyhow....It...was FUN. James is a goof. Anywho. There were three girls there that when to Middle school with us, and were...less than nice to me. We avoided them. It seemed so ironic. I had been so vastly disliked, and now...I was dating the cream-of-the-crop. I suffered many a jealous stare, but ignored them, preferring rather to spend the time splashing Aidan. (His view should be funny.)
It seemed daring to kiss him at the pool.....but we did, anyway...:p
He decided to walk me home...and in the process cut open his foot....i feel terrible.
All in all, even shivering as I walked home, and learning that Aidan CAN'T SWIM OR DIVE WELL, I had fun....Can't believe that I have him...I don't deserve it...
~For now, Regan.
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Monday, May 26, 2008
To Do List-Never Finished.
Play around in the rain like little kids.
Play a serious game of chess (best 2 out of 3).
Get Aidan on a bike.
Teach Aidan how to cook at least one dish.
An unplanned event: He said
Aidan here! Still slightly winded. But here we go. :)
Memorial Day. A day of seeing the family and...well, memorializing. Hence, no seeing my favorite girl in the whole world. Nothing but sitting inside all day lost in stagnation (I over-use that word, by the way). Call me what you will, but this made me upset. I HAD to be doing something. So, with football season approaching, what better activity to do than getting immersed in the joy of running? I presented the idea to Regan, and as fate would have it, she was going to go biking. And, say I was running the opposite direction she was biking, we just might coincidentally meet each other. So I told my mother, at least. With this magnificent plot in mind, I quickly got ready (including taking my inhaler...icky asthma), and off I went.
I was about a third of the way through the trail when I saw her amongst a crowd of walk/bikers. As always, I was amazed. Decked out in all of her biking gear, she looked like an angel on a mission. I chuckled to myself as I embraced her in a hug, followed quickly by a kiss (we were only slightly sweaty at this point).
Where to? Obviously, this was the question on both our lips.
Wherever you want, babe. This unanimous answer was shared by both of us.
After much deliberation that really didn't solve anything, we decided to travel back the way I went.
I'm not sure how much the readers out there know about running speed versus biking speed, but there's a rather significant difference. She went slow, but I still had to quicken my pace to keep up (obviously, I didn't tell her this).
And so we went, an odd couple of athletes, one on bike and one on legs, traveling throughout the beautiful scenery.
Soon enough, we reached the beginning of the trail we were traversing, with a slightly bitter feeling of an adventure cut short.
A: Do you want to turn around and go the other way?
R: Sure!
It was at this point in which I started to get slightly uncomfortable.
I would feel so free running without this shirt on... I thought aloud.
Oh, I don't mind.
Feeling surprisingly free from awkwardness at this gesture, I stuffed my shirt into my pocket, and we continued our journey.
Running/Biking all the way to the other side of the trail (this is where I normally end my run), we had to figure out where to go.
A: Let's go to your house!
R: Sounds good!
At this point, we were out of the woods and onto the streets. We kept a pretty even pace, and I felt my chest tighten slightly, but nothing beyond my ability to handle.
To my extreme disliking, as we were going up a very steep hill, Regan fell. And injured herself in the process (needless to say, I felt horrible). Thus, it was just logical to acquire a disinfectant when we arrived at her house, which we soon did.
My heart was racing at this point (about as much as when we kiss), but we were far from done. Dinner was about to start at my house, and that was quite a ways away. So we naturally stepped our intensity up a few notches. This was practically nothing for her...I was jealous.
I did have my secrets too, however. I secretly saved a little energy for the last stretch of the road to my house. Slowly accelerating every block, it wasn't long before I was breaking into a dead sprint, my chest tight but my heart soaring. I could hear Regan's shouts from behind me but they weren't audible.
Then it came down. We reached my house. The adventure was over.
A mixed amount of feelings. Slight pride in finishing strong, extreme sadness in the fact that it was time for us to seperate, and obviously an intense amount of focus on not fainting. This was exponentially more difficult when we closed in for a kiss. It's hard to think anyways when that happens. :P
I love you Aidan.
I love you too Regan.
And off she went. With a promise to see me again soon.
It's the little, spontaneous things that make life worth living.
-With everything I have, Aidan.
Memorial Day. A day of seeing the family and...well, memorializing. Hence, no seeing my favorite girl in the whole world. Nothing but sitting inside all day lost in stagnation (I over-use that word, by the way). Call me what you will, but this made me upset. I HAD to be doing something. So, with football season approaching, what better activity to do than getting immersed in the joy of running? I presented the idea to Regan, and as fate would have it, she was going to go biking. And, say I was running the opposite direction she was biking, we just might coincidentally meet each other. So I told my mother, at least. With this magnificent plot in mind, I quickly got ready (including taking my inhaler...icky asthma), and off I went.
I was about a third of the way through the trail when I saw her amongst a crowd of walk/bikers. As always, I was amazed. Decked out in all of her biking gear, she looked like an angel on a mission. I chuckled to myself as I embraced her in a hug, followed quickly by a kiss (we were only slightly sweaty at this point).
Where to? Obviously, this was the question on both our lips.
Wherever you want, babe. This unanimous answer was shared by both of us.
After much deliberation that really didn't solve anything, we decided to travel back the way I went.
I'm not sure how much the readers out there know about running speed versus biking speed, but there's a rather significant difference. She went slow, but I still had to quicken my pace to keep up (obviously, I didn't tell her this).
And so we went, an odd couple of athletes, one on bike and one on legs, traveling throughout the beautiful scenery.
Soon enough, we reached the beginning of the trail we were traversing, with a slightly bitter feeling of an adventure cut short.
A: Do you want to turn around and go the other way?
R: Sure!
It was at this point in which I started to get slightly uncomfortable.
I would feel so free running without this shirt on... I thought aloud.
Oh, I don't mind.
Feeling surprisingly free from awkwardness at this gesture, I stuffed my shirt into my pocket, and we continued our journey.
Running/Biking all the way to the other side of the trail (this is where I normally end my run), we had to figure out where to go.
A: Let's go to your house!
R: Sounds good!
At this point, we were out of the woods and onto the streets. We kept a pretty even pace, and I felt my chest tighten slightly, but nothing beyond my ability to handle.
To my extreme disliking, as we were going up a very steep hill, Regan fell. And injured herself in the process (needless to say, I felt horrible). Thus, it was just logical to acquire a disinfectant when we arrived at her house, which we soon did.
My heart was racing at this point (about as much as when we kiss), but we were far from done. Dinner was about to start at my house, and that was quite a ways away. So we naturally stepped our intensity up a few notches. This was practically nothing for her...I was jealous.
I did have my secrets too, however. I secretly saved a little energy for the last stretch of the road to my house. Slowly accelerating every block, it wasn't long before I was breaking into a dead sprint, my chest tight but my heart soaring. I could hear Regan's shouts from behind me but they weren't audible.
Then it came down. We reached my house. The adventure was over.
A mixed amount of feelings. Slight pride in finishing strong, extreme sadness in the fact that it was time for us to seperate, and obviously an intense amount of focus on not fainting. This was exponentially more difficult when we closed in for a kiss. It's hard to think anyways when that happens. :P
I love you Aidan.
I love you too Regan.
And off she went. With a promise to see me again soon.
It's the little, spontaneous things that make life worth living.
-With everything I have, Aidan.
An unplanned event: She said
Hey! It's Regan. We weren't really planning for anything to happen today (memorial day) but...fate has a way of making itself known. Aidan (over Facebook) So eloquently stated that he was in a weird mood because "Being stagnant makes me in a weird mood". I suggested that he go for a run. As it ends up, I needed a bike ride (I do a tour every summer), so as soon as he set off I did as well. As it may be easily guessed, we "ran" in to each other on the trail. He decided to run with me. I slowed down, to keep speed (But it think he was going faster than normal). Lemme just say, it had to look funny. A professionally clothed biker, riding with a runner at a slow speed. Haha.
When we met, We both agreed to go where the other wanted, agreeing finally on going where he came from. When we stopped, she thought aloud "I would feel better with out my shirt" i said it would be okay (OF COURSE IT WAS....Gosh) Then we turned around, and kept going. I knew i was going too fast.....
We went all the way around a trail, to my house to disinfect a crash wound, then to his house. I had previously shown off, riding at my Half-speed. I should have guessed that he would show off, as well. When we were almost to his house, he decided to go up to his fastest speed. Yelling over his shoulder "50%! 60% 70%..." until he got to 100%. (Note: Aidan is asthmatic) I had to bike at my top speed to stay up with him....I was yelling for him to stop...he didn't hear me...When he got to his house, he all but passed out. Of course, Aidan's strict mother had to peek her head out the door and yell "Aidan! are you alright?" It didn't help that he couldn't respond... I knew that he was about to pass out...But of course...I couldn't do ANYTHING.
All's well that ends well...which it did. With a hug and a kiss from a very sweaty Aidan, and his sister yelling for him to "Get his tushy inside to eat!"
I biked back to my house, and here I am. All grease covered and icky. (My bike conveniently lost the chain twice on the ride.)
~For now, Regan.
P.S, That was fun...
When we met, We both agreed to go where the other wanted, agreeing finally on going where he came from. When we stopped, she thought aloud "I would feel better with out my shirt" i said it would be okay (OF COURSE IT WAS....Gosh) Then we turned around, and kept going. I knew i was going too fast.....
We went all the way around a trail, to my house to disinfect a crash wound, then to his house. I had previously shown off, riding at my Half-speed. I should have guessed that he would show off, as well. When we were almost to his house, he decided to go up to his fastest speed. Yelling over his shoulder "50%! 60% 70%..." until he got to 100%. (Note: Aidan is asthmatic) I had to bike at my top speed to stay up with him....I was yelling for him to stop...he didn't hear me...When he got to his house, he all but passed out. Of course, Aidan's strict mother had to peek her head out the door and yell "Aidan! are you alright?" It didn't help that he couldn't respond... I knew that he was about to pass out...But of course...I couldn't do ANYTHING.
All's well that ends well...which it did. With a hug and a kiss from a very sweaty Aidan, and his sister yelling for him to "Get his tushy inside to eat!"
I biked back to my house, and here I am. All grease covered and icky. (My bike conveniently lost the chain twice on the ride.)
~For now, Regan.
P.S, That was fun...
Disagreement./First Idea
Frozen food+Canned food=/=Cooking, Aidan.
My first idea for the summer? Play around in the rain like little kids.
My first idea for the summer? Play around in the rain like little kids.
Things about Regan that she won't admit are true.
So, just wanted to start off by saying that I CAN cook! I'm just limited to instant lunch and spaghettios. :P
But seriously. Regan is.....just wow. No words could fully and eloquently describe how I feel about her, how she truly is. But I'll try.
You don't need to do much to notice her first perfection: her looks. Whenever or wherever we meet, the moment she looks at me with those stunning, everchanging eyes, my heart skips and my thoughts vanish. The adreniline burst I feel when she flashes that pearly smile is like diving into an ice cold ocean, in the best possible way. I don't know how someone with looks like hers ended up with me, but I'll never stop being grateful for it. I could go on and on about it...but it would be a crime to look past all the other facets of this beautiful diamond.
Whether she says so or not, she really is exponentially intelligent, moreso than me in many aspects. Although her spelling isn't as flawless as her complexion, the depth and the brilliance of the ideas flowing around in that vast mind of hers never ceases to amaze me. We could talk about anything we so choose, over any subject, and wouldn't skip a beat. I love it.
However, now we move on to one of the things I love the most about Regan: her emotions. Her sheer, unadulterated willingness to feel all that is to be felt in life really sets her apart from the rest of the girls, the girls apathetically turning away from their hearts are telling them, preferring instead the ideals of society. She isn't afraid to love, to truly love with all her heart and every ounce of her soul. Many call it naivete, others disregard it as a refusal to accept the bitter taste of reality. But I know, without a doubt, that it's the only true way to live: with the heart instead of the cold, numb mind.
Closely related to this is her uncanny caring for others. I'm shocked at the painstaking lengths to make sure that my feelings are all in check, that I'm completely okay. With everything going on in her life, it would be so easy to drop her extreme vigilance for me, but she refuses to do so. I know she has a heart the size of Mt. Everest, and it's something the world could use in greater amounts.
So...there you have it folks. Internally and externally, Regan is more than I've ever wished for. Whatever fates brought us together have my thanks, always and forever. Because Regan is the love of my life.
Forever we'll be, you and me.
-With everything I have, Aidan.
But seriously. Regan is.....just wow. No words could fully and eloquently describe how I feel about her, how she truly is. But I'll try.
You don't need to do much to notice her first perfection: her looks. Whenever or wherever we meet, the moment she looks at me with those stunning, everchanging eyes, my heart skips and my thoughts vanish. The adreniline burst I feel when she flashes that pearly smile is like diving into an ice cold ocean, in the best possible way. I don't know how someone with looks like hers ended up with me, but I'll never stop being grateful for it. I could go on and on about it...but it would be a crime to look past all the other facets of this beautiful diamond.
Whether she says so or not, she really is exponentially intelligent, moreso than me in many aspects. Although her spelling isn't as flawless as her complexion, the depth and the brilliance of the ideas flowing around in that vast mind of hers never ceases to amaze me. We could talk about anything we so choose, over any subject, and wouldn't skip a beat. I love it.
However, now we move on to one of the things I love the most about Regan: her emotions. Her sheer, unadulterated willingness to feel all that is to be felt in life really sets her apart from the rest of the girls, the girls apathetically turning away from their hearts are telling them, preferring instead the ideals of society. She isn't afraid to love, to truly love with all her heart and every ounce of her soul. Many call it naivete, others disregard it as a refusal to accept the bitter taste of reality. But I know, without a doubt, that it's the only true way to live: with the heart instead of the cold, numb mind.
Closely related to this is her uncanny caring for others. I'm shocked at the painstaking lengths to make sure that my feelings are all in check, that I'm completely okay. With everything going on in her life, it would be so easy to drop her extreme vigilance for me, but she refuses to do so. I know she has a heart the size of Mt. Everest, and it's something the world could use in greater amounts.
So...there you have it folks. Internally and externally, Regan is more than I've ever wished for. Whatever fates brought us together have my thanks, always and forever. Because Regan is the love of my life.
Forever we'll be, you and me.
-With everything I have, Aidan.
Things you need to know about Aidan that he'll NEVER tell you
Hey! Its Regan...again. More about Aidan. Well, as he's said, he's tall. 6 feet....A full foot taller than myself. He has stunning eyes....they change colors. When he's angry/sad they are deep brown...I almost never see that. I mainly see them a brilliant blue, rimmed with gray. The inside, closest to the pupil, is ALWAYS a tawny brown. He's got....the LONGEST eyelashes...and amazingly curly deep brown hair... He'll never say anything about it, but he's sorta (Understatement) buff. Lets just say he benches twice my weight, and leave it to you to guess what I weigh.
Academically inclined doesn't even begin to cover it, Aidan! He's a genius. Ha ha. Like...National Science fair...Really smart. He spells WAY better than me...and...texts like a madman!
Aidan is the guy that I looked at during summer '07, wishing I could have a guy like him. Sadly, both of us were dating. Me longer than him. I never thought it possible for someone as simple as me to end up with someone as amazing as him. Not until he sat there next to me, or rather... as layed under the stars, getting ready to ask me out.
He's been compared to Adonis. But not by me, originally. I agree, though. He's so caring. I think he's crazy...because I am no where as good as he thinks I am (Yes, Babe, glare at me all you want), but I go with it. I really don't deserve his kindness. Like..for example... we were running around all day at an interactive museum. I got totally worn out...and then it ended up that we had to share my mother's small car with TWO other people. So we were SQUISHED. I ended leaning against him, and falling asleep. From what I hear, he made sure that I was able to sleep soundly. Then, when we got back to my house, he let me fall asleep in his arms on the couch, AGAIN. I SO don't deserve that.
But anyhow. Aidan...He's basically the man that everyone wants. He's really protective, and tries to make sure I am always okay. Which...is really really hard. I'm a slight...Klutz. But I love him. He's the guy who everyone thinks is perfect. He'll never admit that he is. But he really is. Oh!!!
He can't cook.
~For now, Regan.
Ps, I might add more later =p
Academically inclined doesn't even begin to cover it, Aidan! He's a genius. Ha ha. Like...National Science fair...Really smart. He spells WAY better than me...and...texts like a madman!
Aidan is the guy that I looked at during summer '07, wishing I could have a guy like him. Sadly, both of us were dating. Me longer than him. I never thought it possible for someone as simple as me to end up with someone as amazing as him. Not until he sat there next to me, or rather... as layed under the stars, getting ready to ask me out.
He's been compared to Adonis. But not by me, originally. I agree, though. He's so caring. I think he's crazy...because I am no where as good as he thinks I am (Yes, Babe, glare at me all you want), but I go with it. I really don't deserve his kindness. Like..for example... we were running around all day at an interactive museum. I got totally worn out...and then it ended up that we had to share my mother's small car with TWO other people. So we were SQUISHED. I ended leaning against him, and falling asleep. From what I hear, he made sure that I was able to sleep soundly. Then, when we got back to my house, he let me fall asleep in his arms on the couch, AGAIN. I SO don't deserve that.
But anyhow. Aidan...He's basically the man that everyone wants. He's really protective, and tries to make sure I am always okay. Which...is really really hard. I'm a slight...Klutz. But I love him. He's the guy who everyone thinks is perfect. He'll never admit that he is. But he really is. Oh!!!
He can't cook.
~For now, Regan.
Ps, I might add more later =p
Introduction: He Said
So I suppose it's my turn now! This is Aidan. The boy completely and undeniably in love with the angel we know as Regan.
Anywho, as she's already covered, this is the chronicle of our summer, in the making. I know we're going to have a blast, and this is our way of making sure it's not all just a dream.
About me? Let's see...nothing out of the ordinary (I can just imagine her glaring at me for saying that one). 6 feet tall and growing, plays football, is on drumline, academically...inclined, and is one of the most emotional boys you'll ever meet, for better or for worse. I enjoy running, playing guitar hero, writing poetry...basically anything. But above all, I'd give it all up just for another chance to see her breath-taking smile. You really have no idea. Brilliant, gorgeous, caring...you won't find another girl anywhere near as perfect as Regan. Ever.
I think that wraps it up for my first entry. Be sure to keep in touch.
The sky's the limit, and we're about to take off.
-Aidan
Anywho, as she's already covered, this is the chronicle of our summer, in the making. I know we're going to have a blast, and this is our way of making sure it's not all just a dream.
About me? Let's see...nothing out of the ordinary (I can just imagine her glaring at me for saying that one). 6 feet tall and growing, plays football, is on drumline, academically...inclined, and is one of the most emotional boys you'll ever meet, for better or for worse. I enjoy running, playing guitar hero, writing poetry...basically anything. But above all, I'd give it all up just for another chance to see her breath-taking smile. You really have no idea. Brilliant, gorgeous, caring...you won't find another girl anywhere near as perfect as Regan. Ever.
I think that wraps it up for my first entry. Be sure to keep in touch.
The sky's the limit, and we're about to take off.
-Aidan
Introduction: She said
Hey! Regan here. Generally when I post, you'll see this font this color, to differ from Aidan's posts. We decided, after an idea contribution from my mother, to start a blog. The main idea was to have a place to list all the things that we wanted to do over the summer, check them off as they come, and write a he said/she said about them. And thus, this blog was born. Now. About the name? Well. If you've read Romeo and Juliet, you understand.
Now. For a little about me. My names Regan, I'm fully grown at 5' tall, and proudly beach blond. I don't do much: Play flute, was on StuCo, and swam. And of course tried to find every moment possible to spend with Aidan. Aidan...what a wonderful person. About him? Well. Lets just say he's amazing.... Kind, caring, helpful. Handsome. Everything you could ask for, and more....
~For now, Regan.
Now. For a little about me. My names Regan, I'm fully grown at 5' tall, and proudly beach blond. I don't do much: Play flute, was on StuCo, and swam. And of course tried to find every moment possible to spend with Aidan. Aidan...what a wonderful person. About him? Well. Lets just say he's amazing.... Kind, caring, helpful. Handsome. Everything you could ask for, and more....
~For now, Regan.
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