<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056734</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:51:16.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and mine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklyangelblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056734/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklyangelblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bklyangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961391324924813068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056734.post-111429868794704986</id><published>2005-04-23T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T16:24:47.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>Okay, so i ahven't wrote in awhile. I figured taht since no one comments that no one ever reads my blog, but I figured that today I would check and I saw a comment. YAY. Thank you &lt;em&gt;solstice  &lt;/em&gt;you are the one person who ever really commented besides my best friend. Anyway last Tuesdays episode of One Tree Hill, I absolutely loved. I loved all those Naley scenes. Ofcourse I still love Laley. Uggh I think Nathan should have stuck around and Haley should never have taken off her ring. Omg there is this on fanfiction on fanfiction.net called "When it comes" I think everyone should check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9056734-111429868794704986?l=bklyangelblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklyangelblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111429868794704986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9056734&amp;postID=111429868794704986' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056734/posts/default/111429868794704986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056734/posts/default/111429868794704986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklyangelblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Bklyangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961391324924813068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056734.post-110746907507858777</id><published>2005-02-03T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T14:17:55.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Tree Hill</title><content type='html'>Okay so I was thinking about One Tree Hill, and I remembered Tuesday's episode. I think it's great that Lucas and anna are becoming friends, but what ever happened to the relationship between Lucas and Haley. that just completely dissappeared. Now It seems as if Anna has taken over Haley's role as the best friend. Seriously take a good look at that episode, you'll notice that in the parts where Lucas and Anna are talking you can practically picture Anna as Haley, with the exception of the whole bi thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9056734-110746907507858777?l=bklyangelblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklyangelblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110746907507858777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9056734&amp;postID=110746907507858777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056734/posts/default/110746907507858777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056734/posts/default/110746907507858777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklyangelblog.blogspot.com/2005/02/one-tree-hill.html' title='One Tree Hill'/><author><name>Bklyangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961391324924813068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056734.post-110739869726017145</id><published>2005-02-02T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T18:44:57.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing big</title><content type='html'>Okay so nothing  big has hapened as of late. I had a week off becuase of regents week. It was cool. I had to go to school for leaderhip for two of those days. My cousin slept over from Friday to Sunday. God she could be so stupid some days. She knocks on my door and before I can get a word out she goes "Who is it?" mean while shes on the other side of the door. God I cracked up.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when I got my program the other day the scheduale was 3 to 8 I was missing english and leadership, today I got it fixed and they gave me a 2 to 10. Second period cartooning, since I already took both music and art credit I had my grade advisor drop the class. Now I have a 3 to 10 which sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Omg today I watched "Lost" it was so good, I've been a fan of Emilie since like "Roswell". I am like completely hooked on "Lost" I can't wait fro the next episode. If anyone reads this blog, I'm teling you, you have to watch this show. It's just wow.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9056734-110739869726017145?l=bklyangelblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklyangelblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110739869726017145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9056734&amp;postID=110739869726017145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056734/posts/default/110739869726017145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056734/posts/default/110739869726017145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklyangelblog.blogspot.com/2005/02/nothing-big_02.html' title='Nothing big'/><author><name>Bklyangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961391324924813068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056734.post-110686728259285302</id><published>2005-01-27T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T15:08:02.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superstitions</title><content type='html'>Okay I found a bunch of superstitions at thsi site called &lt;a href="http://whisperling.net/"&gt;http://whisperling.net/&lt;/a&gt; so I figuered I would post some of them. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;-You cover your mouth when you yawn to keep the evil spirits out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You hold your breathe when you pass a cemetery so you don't make the dead jealous  that you can still breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In Ancient times, people didn't have mirrors but they used gazing pools. when they saw their reflection, they believe it was their soul they were seeing. If some one threw a stone in the water while you were looking at your soul, it would damage it. So, when some one breaks a mirror now, you'll have seven years of bad luck.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If your nose itches, it means some where some one is thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If your ear, I think your left, rings, it means some one is saying something nice about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If an owl stares at your house, then some one is going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you bite your tongue when you're eating, it means that you told a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all I have if you want more go to the site that I listed.                                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9056734-110686728259285302?l=bklyangelblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklyangelblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110686728259285302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9056734&amp;postID=110686728259285302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056734/posts/default/110686728259285302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056734/posts/default/110686728259285302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklyangelblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/superstitions.html' title='Superstitions'/><author><name>Bklyangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961391324924813068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056734.post-110548951880417641</id><published>2005-01-11T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T16:25:36.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile and everyone loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can’t they see that it’s not real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They act fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I smile to fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when ever I look into a mirror,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9056734-110548951880417641?l=bklyangelblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklyangelblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110548951880417641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9056734&amp;postID=110548951880417641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056734/posts/default/110548951880417641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056734/posts/default/110548951880417641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklyangelblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Bklyangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961391324924813068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056734.post-110194040811889578</id><published>2004-12-01T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T14:33:28.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something About You (rory and logan)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Don’t own anything.&lt;br /&gt;Authors Note&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone who has reviewed! I appreciate it all. And if you have any suggestions, please I welcome them!&lt;br /&gt;Is it Tuesday yet? No? UGHHHH. Sorry I’m better now. Ok on with the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;“Rory dear, I don’t think I heard you right. You want to take a few months off after graduation to travel?” Emily asked her Granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.” Rory smiled not expecting this reaction.&lt;br /&gt;“What about your ‘new apartment’ that you just had to move into together.” Emily asked obviously angry.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Mom, hold on.” Lorelai tried.&lt;br /&gt;“No it’s ok I was expecting this. I got access to my trust fund when I turned 21 and I haven’t touched it since I started working, so that should cover rent.” Logan explained nervously.&lt;br /&gt;“So you’re going to travel around Europe for months alone?” Richard asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Dad they’re adults, it’s not like they need a chaperone.” Lorelai argued.&lt;br /&gt;“I would expect you to approve of this Lorelai.”&lt;br /&gt;“What is that supposed to mean?”&lt;br /&gt;“I have to use the restroom, Lorelai come with me.” Emily said ignoring the question.&lt;br /&gt;“Girls always go pee in pairs. Excuse me.” Lorelai said getting up.&lt;br /&gt;Lorelai followed her Mother into the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;“Lorelai, did you know about this?&lt;br /&gt;“I know they’ve talked about it, I didn’t know if anything was definite or not.”&lt;br /&gt;“You can’t le this happen.”&lt;br /&gt;“What? What do you want me to do about it?”&lt;br /&gt;“I want you to convince Rory this is a mistake.”&lt;br /&gt;“Mom, she’s an adult. I can’t tell her what to do.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh yes you can. Ever since she got involved with that boy she’s not the same. She’s moving in with a boy, who she isn’t married to. She’s going to Europe instead of working and making a career like she should be doing. And God knows what else.” Emily yelled.&lt;br /&gt;“The boy’s name is Logan and he’s her boyfriend and he loves her in case you haven’t noticed. So I don’t think he’s going anywhere anytime soon.”&lt;br /&gt;“Lorelai, she went to Yale to get a good education, so she could have a good career, traveling around Europe for months is not doing that. It’s irresponsible.”&lt;br /&gt;“Mom, would you lower your voice?” Lorelai pleaded.&lt;br /&gt;“No I will not lower my voice, Lorelai. I do not approve of this.”&lt;br /&gt;“Really I hadn’t noticed.” Lorelai said sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;“Lorelai this is no time for jokes.”&lt;br /&gt;“Mom, I’m not discussing this with you anymore. Rory, and Logan for that matter are old enough to make there own decisions. Going to Europe for a few months with her boyfriend that she loves, is hardly being irresponsible. She will go to work, she’s worked hard to get where she is and so has Logan. They deserve some time off before they jump into working for 12 hours a day.”&lt;br /&gt;“Lorelai you need to be her Mother right now, not her best friend.”&lt;br /&gt;“Well I’m sorry Mom, but I’m both. And don’t you think it’s time you got past the whole marriage thing? They’re only 21, they have a lifetime to get married.”&lt;br /&gt;“I was 21.”&lt;br /&gt;“She’s not you Mom.” With that Lorelai left her Mother alone in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;Logan sat at the dinning room table with his head in his hands until Rory Took his hand in hers.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry.” Richard apologized for his wife.&lt;br /&gt;Richard didn’t exactly approve of what Rory was doing, but he liked Logan and he trusted him with his Granddaughter. He knows that Logan will take care of her.&lt;br /&gt;“It’s ok.”&lt;br /&gt;Lorelai walked in and spotted Logan, she knew he heard everything and she felt horrible.&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe we should all go.” Luke suggested.&lt;br /&gt;“I think that’s a good idea Luke.” Richard agreed.&lt;br /&gt;Richard then walked everyone to the door and said goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;“Another fun night at the Gilmore mansion.” Lorelai joked.&lt;br /&gt;“Mom.”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry, just trying to lighten the mood. Hey how about you guys come over and we’ll get some pizza, rent some movies and rot our stomachs?” Lorelai suggested putting her arm in Logans.&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks, but I think I just wanna go home.”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, it’s still early, we can get some unpacking done.” Rory said.&lt;br /&gt;“Ok, well call if you need anything.” Lorelai said giving Logan a hug.&lt;br /&gt;“We will.”&lt;br /&gt;Lorelai felt bad for Logan. He grew up in a family like Lorelai. But instead of running from it he took advantage of it, he embraced it. Doesn’t mean he liked it. He wanted to grow up in a family that cared, that asked questions, not just hand out money. When he found Rory, he knew he had found that part of his life that was missing.&lt;br /&gt;The car ride home was quiet.&lt;br /&gt;“Logan I’m sorry about what my Grandma said.”&lt;br /&gt;“I know, it’s not your fault.”&lt;br /&gt;“I know, but I still feel bad.”&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry about it, lets just go home.”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, our home.” Rory smiled.&lt;br /&gt;They arrived back at the apartment ready to unpack.&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t believe how much shit we’ve accumulated.” Logan said looking at all of the boxes.&lt;br /&gt;“I know.”&lt;br /&gt;“Of course 89 of it is books.” He teased.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, you read them too.”&lt;br /&gt;It was 12:00 AM Rory was washing her face and Logan was in their bed waiting for her.&lt;br /&gt;‘Their bed.’ Rory thought and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;He was waiting for her in their bed. Rory stood in front of the mirror, looked at herself and tried to remember a time where she was happier. She couldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at this.&lt;br /&gt;The day Rory met Logan was the day her life was changed. The way she looked at life was changed. She wanted to take chances, live life to the fullest. She thought about what her Grandmother said about her being irresponsible going to Europe for a few months. She didn’t think it was irresponsible. She saw it as taking a chance. She experienced Europe twice. Once with her mother, and the other with her Grandmother. Both very different experiences. She wanted to experience it with Logan.&lt;br /&gt;Rory had never encountered a more amazing person in her life other than Logan. She could sit and talk to him for hours about everything and nothing at all. The most random things became interesting. And trusting him was the easiest thing she’s ever done. He listens to her. He talks to her. He doesn’t care about her coffee addiction; in fact he goes out every morning to get her some before she wakes up. And he’s not a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;Rory put her face cloth in the laundry basket that was overloaded. She made a mental note to do laundry tomorrow. She turned the light off, walked into the bedroom and saw the most beautiful site. Logan shirtless in bed, reading with his glasses on.&lt;br /&gt;He looked up when he heard her.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey there Ace, you comin to bed?” He asked putting his book on the nightstand.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, I’m coming.” She smiled.&lt;br /&gt;“You know it’s a good thing we put the bed together or we’d be sleeping on the table.” He joked as he put his glasses away.&lt;br /&gt;“Well we know it’s durable.” She said laughing as she hopped into bed.&lt;br /&gt;“Goodnight.” Logan said as he kissed her lightly.&lt;br /&gt;“Night.” She said resting her head on his chest.&lt;br /&gt;“I love ya Ace.”&lt;br /&gt;“I love you too.”&lt;br /&gt;Rory woke up the next morning with the sun beaming in and a note stuck to Logan’s pillow. It read....&lt;br /&gt;Ace,&lt;br /&gt;Went to Luke’s for coffee. Be prepared to make my ass feel better after Miss Patty grabs it.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Rory laughed at her Boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;“Sure, he goes to get the coffee and leaves me to unpack. Real slick.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another authors note, thank you to everyone reading again! Now about the whole trust fund thing cause I know something will be said, I know that most people don’t get access to them till the age of 25, but for the sake of the story lets pretend Logan is special and gets it at 21. LOL. And also I have no idea if Matt actually wears glasses, but I have a thing for shirtless blonde guys wearing glasses. And thank you to Chris for the little bed scene.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9056734-110194040811889578?l=bklyangelblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklyangelblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110194040811889578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9056734&amp;postID=110194040811889578' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056734/posts/default/110194040811889578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056734/posts/default/110194040811889578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklyangelblog.blogspot.com/2004/12/something-about-you-rory-and-logan.html' title='Something About You (rory and logan)'/><author><name>Bklyangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961391324924813068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056734.post-110126480905657284</id><published>2004-11-23T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T18:53:29.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gilmore Girls Rory and Logan fanfiction </title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard and Emily Gilmore were not happy when Rory announced she was moving in with Logan. First of all they weren’t married. Second of all, they were moving to Stars Hollow. The moving to Stars Hollow part she could understand, But the fact that they were upset that Logan and Rory were planning on living together, unmarried, angered her. My God we’re not living in the 18 hundreds!&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe we should wait for your Mom and Luke.” Logan said as he opened Rory’s door.&lt;br /&gt;“No because they’re always late, and if we wait for them, we will be late. Remember the last time we were late?” She asked smiling.&lt;br /&gt;“Scary Emily.” Logan answered horrified of the memory.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, Scary Emily. So let’s go.”&lt;br /&gt;“Hey I have an idea. How about I just leave and you can tell me all about it at home?” He suggested.&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm, No.”&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll unpack.”&lt;br /&gt;“As much as I’d love that, I already told Grandma that when we move in together, you’ll be coming to Friday Night Dinners with me.” She said walking to the door.&lt;br /&gt;Logan sighed.&lt;br /&gt;“Why did I agree to this again?”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m good in bed?” She suggested.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh yeah, that.” He joked.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m ringing the door bell now.”&lt;br /&gt;They waited for the maid to open the door.&lt;br /&gt;“Hello, I’m Julia.” She greeted.&lt;br /&gt;“Hi we’re the Granddaughter and the Boyfriend.” Rory said handing Julia her coat.&lt;br /&gt;“Her boyfriend, not Emily’s.” Logan said pointing to Rory.&lt;br /&gt;Julia looked at Logan confused.&lt;br /&gt;“May I take your coat, Sir?”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, yes sorry.” Logan said shaking.&lt;br /&gt;Rory rolled her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;“I hate when you get like this.” Rory said.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry, I can’t help it. She scares me.” Logan whispered.&lt;br /&gt;Logan was very confident, very charming, very sure of himself. But Emily Gilmore scared him shitless. But he would never let her know that. In front of Emily he was charming Logan. But as soon as she walked away, he was a scared little boy. And that was the thing Logan didn’t understand. He grew up around women like Emily Gilmore. It could be because he was in love with her Granddaughter. And anyone who dates Emily and Richard Gilmore’s Granddaughter had to be perfect. But Logan was anything but perfect. He never cleaned out the coffee pot. He would leave dirty clothes on the bathroom floor for weeks, if Rory didn’t pick them up. He never writes messages down. Actually, he had no idea how Rory put up with him. Rory loves him, that’s why she puts up with him.&lt;br /&gt;“Hello Rory.” Emily said hugging her.&lt;br /&gt;“Hi Grandma.”&lt;br /&gt;“Hello Logan.”&lt;br /&gt;“Emily, you’re looking wonderful as always.” He said taking her hand and kissing it.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh Logan, stop.” Emily laughed.&lt;br /&gt;Rory smiled putting her arm in his.&lt;br /&gt;“Shall we get some drinks?” Emily asked walking into the living room.&lt;br /&gt;“God yes.” Logan whispered.&lt;br /&gt;“Logan.”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, yeah.” He said kissing the top of her head.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh you two, don’t you ever get sick of being cute?” She asked.&lt;br /&gt;“We like to be cute, it keeps us young.” Logan joked.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh you’re something else, you know that?” She laughed.&lt;br /&gt;“That’s what they tell me.”&lt;br /&gt;“What would you like to drink?”&lt;br /&gt;“Beer.” Logan and Rory said at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;They heard the doorbell ring.&lt;br /&gt;“You’re Mother and Luke, late again.” Emily said rolling her eyes as she handed them there drinks and went to go greet them.&lt;br /&gt;“Scary Emily.” Logan whispered.&lt;br /&gt;Rory elbowed him.&lt;br /&gt;“Logan, Rory lovely to see you.” Richard said walking in giving Rory a hug.&lt;br /&gt;“Hi Grandpa.”&lt;br /&gt;“Richard.” Logan said shaking the older man’s hand.&lt;br /&gt;“Still a good firm handshake, very well.” Richard said.&lt;br /&gt;Just then Emily walked in with Lorelai and Luke.&lt;br /&gt;“Mom I swear, there was a big alien in the road, we had to stop and look.” Lorelai explained.&lt;br /&gt;“Really Lorelai, you couldn’t have thought of anything better than aliens?” Emily asked not amused.&lt;br /&gt;“No sorry, it’s a slow night for me. Hi offspring.” She said hugging Rory.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Mom.”&lt;br /&gt;“Hey there handsome.” Lorelai said kissing Logan on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;“Lorelai, Luke.”&lt;br /&gt;Luke shook Logan’s hand and gave Rory a hug.&lt;br /&gt;“You guys all settled in?” Luke asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Not even close.” Rory laughed.&lt;br /&gt;“What does he mean, settled in? I thought you weren’t moving until tomorrow?” Emily asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah we were, but Saturdays are busy for Luke and we wanted to borrow him and his truck.” Rory explained.&lt;br /&gt;“Why didn’t you hire movers?” Emily asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Well we wanted to move ourselves, this being our first place together.” Logan said grabbing Rory’s hand.&lt;br /&gt;“Plus it was fun, right Ace?”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh yes, moving heavy boxes is always my idea of a good time.” Rory answered sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;“That’s my girl.” Lorelai said.&lt;br /&gt;“Luke would you like a beer?” Richard asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Beer would be good, thanks.”&lt;br /&gt;“Lorelai, what would you like? Oh I’ll have a white wine Dad, thanks so for asking.” Lorelai said talking to herself.&lt;br /&gt;“Lorelai are you done talking to yourself?” Richard asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Uh, I dunno Dad let me ask. Lorelai are you done talking to yourself? Yes I am, thank you for asking. Ok well apparently I’m done.”&lt;br /&gt;“Really Lorelai do you want your daughter’s boyfriend to think you’re nuts?” Emily asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh he already knows I’m nuts, don’t ya Logan?” Lorelai joked.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh yeah. We’re taking her to the nut hut after dinner.” Logan played along.&lt;br /&gt;Rory giggled, putting her arm in Logan’s and resting her head on his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;“Tired?” Logan whispered, kissing the top of her head.&lt;br /&gt;Logan could feel her nod her head.&lt;br /&gt;“Get a room. Oh wait... you actually have one of those now.” Lorelai joked.&lt;br /&gt;“Lorelai!” Emily exclaimed horrified.&lt;br /&gt;Just then the maid came in.&lt;br /&gt;“Dinner is ready Mrs. Gilmore.” Julia said.&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you, Julia. Well shall we?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, let’s shall.” Lorelai said.&lt;br /&gt;“Lorelai.” Emily warned, walking into the dinning room.&lt;br /&gt;“Scary Emily.” Logan and Luke said and smiled at each other.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was quiet, peaceful. Too peaceful for Lorelai.&lt;br /&gt;“Can you believe Bush got reelected?”&lt;br /&gt;“Lorelai, the election was over 2 years ago.” Richard pointed out.&lt;br /&gt;“I know, I’m just saying.”&lt;br /&gt;“George Bush just happened to pop in your head?” Emily asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes actually, it’s a rare occurrence, thank God.”&lt;br /&gt;“So Logan, Rory, how’s it feel to be in your last semester of College?” Richard asked ignoring Lorelai.&lt;br /&gt;“Good.” Logan said with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;“It feels weird. This time next year, I won’t be in school.” Rory said.&lt;br /&gt;“Logan have you been thinking about jobs?”&lt;br /&gt;“Actually yeah, I’d really like to work at the PD’s office here in Hartford. But I’m still not sure what I’m going to do yet.”&lt;br /&gt;“Well isn’t it a little late to be changing majors?” Emily asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh I’m not changing it.”&lt;br /&gt;“Well then what are you planning to do after graduation?” Richard asked worried.&lt;br /&gt;“Well, I was thinking about taking a few months off.”&lt;br /&gt;“A few months off?” Emily asked, making sure she heard right.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah.”&lt;br /&gt;“To do what?”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh I dunno, back pack around Europe maybe.”&lt;br /&gt;“Been there, done that, bought that shirt.” Lorelai said trying to lighten the mood.&lt;br /&gt;“Lorelai.” Emily warned.&lt;br /&gt;“You’d leave Rory for months to go to Europe?” Emily asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Well actually Grandma, I was thinking about going with him.”&lt;br /&gt;Oh this is going to go over well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9056734-110126480905657284?l=bklyangelblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklyangelblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110126480905657284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9056734&amp;postID=110126480905657284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056734/posts/default/110126480905657284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056734/posts/default/110126480905657284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklyangelblog.blogspot.com/2004/11/gilmore-girls-rory-and-logan.html' title='Gilmore Girls Rory and Logan fanfiction '/><author><name>Bklyangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961391324924813068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056734.post-110029308964843659</id><published>2004-11-12T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T13:04:10.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RORY AND LOGAN FANFICTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Title: Something about You&lt;br /&gt;Author: Tiffany82&lt;br /&gt;Feedback: goes to Tiff who can be reached at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Precioustiff@aol.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Precioustiff@aol.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rating: R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer Don’t own anything. Don’t sue. Too bad I don’t own Matt Czuchry.... Ohhhh the possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Rory Gilmore sat around her new apartment she shared with her boyfriend of 2 years, Logan Huntzberger. Boxes that needed to be emptied were surrounding her.&lt;br /&gt;“Ok I’m never going to that infuriating coffee guy ever again. “ Logan said as he slammed the door.&lt;br /&gt;“Logan, you say that every day.”&lt;br /&gt;“He irritates me.”&lt;br /&gt;“You say that everyday too.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh no, today takes the cake Ace.”&lt;br /&gt;“What’d he do now?”&lt;br /&gt;“I asked for 3 black coffees. So you’d think he would give me just that, 3 black coffees. Did he?”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m gonna go with no.”&lt;br /&gt;“No he didn’t. He gave me 3 coffees loaded with sugar &amp; cream. Is that what I asked for?”&lt;br /&gt;“Nope.” She said smiling.&lt;br /&gt;“No. So I go back after I took a sip of the nasty shit and said my order was incorrect. So he looks at the cup and sees that I drank out of it. So he proceeds to tell me I can’t get what I fucking paid for cause I already drank this. Well how was I supposed to know that it was wrong unless I tasted it? So I argued with him for 10 minutes till he gave me 3 black coffees. I’m not going there again Rory.”&lt;br /&gt;Rory? He was mad. He never calls her Rory.&lt;br /&gt;“Why did you get 3 coffees?” She asked, it was just the two of them.&lt;br /&gt;“Cause I got you 2.” He answered her still irritated.&lt;br /&gt;Rory smiled.&lt;br /&gt;“You’re so good to me.” She said walking up to hug him.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh that feels so good, Ace.” He said wrapping his arms around her stomach.&lt;br /&gt;“Good. Why didn’t you just go to Lukes?” She asked him as she drew circles on his back with her hands.&lt;br /&gt;“Cause Miss. Patty would have grabbed my ass again. I think I got a bruise the last time.” He joked.&lt;br /&gt;“Aww poor baby.” She said as she pulled away to look up at him.&lt;br /&gt;“Make it all better.” He whispered seductively as he brought his lips down to hers and kissed her lightly.&lt;br /&gt;“Mmmm, I’d love to, but there’s one problem..”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, no there’s no problem in that area Ace.” He said as he kissed her neck.&lt;br /&gt;“We have no bed, it’s not put together.”&lt;br /&gt;“Kitchen table is put together....” He said suggestively.&lt;br /&gt;“Logan...”&lt;br /&gt;“Come on we need to christen every part of this apartment.” He said picking her up.&lt;br /&gt;“Well, that was different.” Rory said sitting on the table out of breath.&lt;br /&gt;“You know it’s a good thing my mother paid a fortune for this table, cause if it was cheap we’d be on the floor right now. “He said laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Rory laughed. That was something she loved about him, he always made her laugh. No matter what, he was always there to put a smile on her face. He was like the sun in her dark and cloudy days.&lt;br /&gt;Please read &amp;amp; review!&lt;br /&gt;“As much as I love this and really I do, we have to unpack.” She said getting up.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey as long as we have a bed, we can live out of boxes.” He said pulling her down.&lt;br /&gt;“Logan we have to unpack. Besides don’t you know what today is?” she asked him.&lt;br /&gt;“Ohhhh yes Friday. How could I forget Friday.” He teased&lt;br /&gt;“Hey be nice.”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m joking Ace. Ok I’ll make you a deal we unpack for an hour, then take a shower for 2 hours. Deal?” He asked putting his hand out.&lt;br /&gt;“I think I can live with that.” She shook his hand.&lt;br /&gt;This was going to be an interesting Friday Night Dinner to say the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9056734-110029308964843659?l=bklyangelblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklyangelblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110029308964843659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9056734&amp;postID=110029308964843659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056734/posts/default/110029308964843659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056734/posts/default/110029308964843659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklyangelblog.blogspot.com/2004/11/rory-and-logan-fanfiction.html' title='RORY AND LOGAN FANFICTION'/><author><name>Bklyangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961391324924813068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056734.post-110022350559690574</id><published>2004-11-11T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T17:38:25.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Want by: Bklyangel</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want what’s mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about what I want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be loved truly loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel like I’m not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what you want seems to be more important to others than what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll give and give and be kept wanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9056734-110022350559690574?l=bklyangelblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklyangelblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110022350559690574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9056734&amp;postID=110022350559690574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056734/posts/default/110022350559690574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056734/posts/default/110022350559690574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklyangelblog.blogspot.com/2004/11/want-by-bklyangel.html' title='Want by: Bklyangel'/><author><name>Bklyangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961391324924813068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056734.post-110018973096187036</id><published>2004-11-11T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T08:15:30.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY ALL. I READ THIS POEM IN MY ENGLISH CLASS. I THOUGHT I SHOULD SHARE </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“There will come Soft Rain”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara Teasdale (1884–1933)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE will come soft rain and the smell of the ground,&lt;br /&gt;And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And frogs in the pools singing at night,&lt;br /&gt;And wild plum-trees in tremulous white;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robins will wear their feathery fire&lt;br /&gt;Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not one will know of the war, not one&lt;br /&gt;Will care at last when it is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,&lt;br /&gt;If mankind perished utterly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Spring herself when she woke at dawn,&lt;br /&gt;Would scarcely know that we were gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9056734-110018973096187036?l=bklyangelblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklyangelblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110018973096187036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9056734&amp;postID=110018973096187036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056734/posts/default/110018973096187036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056734/posts/default/110018973096187036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklyangelblog.blogspot.com/2004/11/hey-all-i-read-this-poem-in-my-english.html' title='HEY ALL. I READ THIS POEM IN MY ENGLISH CLASS. I THOUGHT I SHOULD SHARE '/><author><name>Bklyangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961391324924813068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056734.post-110013627438752636</id><published>2004-11-10T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T17:24:34.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHUT UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shut Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s my time to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just do me a favor and shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of your lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9056734-110013627438752636?l=bklyangelblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklyangelblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110013627438752636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9056734&amp;postID=110013627438752636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056734/posts/default/110013627438752636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056734/posts/default/110013627438752636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklyangelblog.blogspot.com/2004/11/shut-up.html' title='SHUT UP'/><author><name>Bklyangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961391324924813068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056734.post-110005116791203753</id><published>2004-11-09T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T17:47:12.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE TREE HILL FANFICTION L/H</title><content type='html'>Title: Broken&lt;br /&gt;Author: Bklyangel&lt;br /&gt;Rating: G&lt;br /&gt;Feedback: Yes Please send it to &lt;a href="mailto:Bklyangel89@yahoo.com"&gt;Bklyangel89@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: "No longer mine." L/H LUCAS POV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken&lt;br /&gt;I’m broken inside.&lt;br /&gt;She’s gone,&lt;br /&gt;No longer mine&lt;br /&gt;Not that she ever was.&lt;br /&gt;Though I liked to think so.&lt;br /&gt;She married him.&lt;br /&gt;She’s happy.&lt;br /&gt;That’s what matters to me.&lt;br /&gt;So now as long as she’s happy she’ll never know that I’m broken inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9056734-110005116791203753?l=bklyangelblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklyangelblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110005116791203753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9056734&amp;postID=110005116791203753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056734/posts/default/110005116791203753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056734/posts/default/110005116791203753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklyangelblog.blogspot.com/2004/11/one-tree-hill-fanfiction-lh.html' title='ONE TREE HILL FANFICTION L/H'/><author><name>Bklyangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961391324924813068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056734.post-109987612598991170</id><published>2004-11-07T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T17:14:49.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOCTORS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OKAY SO EITHER THESE BLOG THINGS ARE ADDICTIVE OR IM JUST BORED. ANY WAY. LET ME TELL ALL YOU WHAT A (ENTER IN SARCASIM) WONDERFUL DAY I HAD TODAY. I HAD TO GO TO THE DOCTORS FOR A BLOOD TEST CUASE LAST WEEK WHEN I WENT FOR A BLOOD TEST THEY LOST THE BLOOD. THIS TIME THOUGH MY VIENS WERE TO DEEP SO THEY COULDN'T DRAW OUT BLOOD. THE NURSE TRIED TWICE AND SHE FINALLY CALLED THE DOCTOR AND HE DID IT. I WAS STUCK 3 TIMES. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 TIMES DAMN IT!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; NOW I'M REALLY NOT A HUGE FAN OF NEEDLES, SO I HAD THE RIGHT TO CRY. MY BROTHER AND FATHER WAS THERE, AND ALL THEY DID WAS LAUGH AND ME. POOR ME I FELT LIKE I WAS GOING TO BE SICK. THE MINUTE THEY TOOK THAT NEEDLE OUT OF ME I RAN TO THE BATHROOM. FEAR NOT I DID NOT PUKE. ALTHOUGH I FELT AS IF I WOULD. I HATE NEEDLES, REALLY I DO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9056734-109987612598991170?l=bklyangelblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklyangelblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109987612598991170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9056734&amp;postID=109987612598991170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056734/posts/default/109987612598991170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056734/posts/default/109987612598991170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklyangelblog.blogspot.com/2004/11/doctors.html' title='DOCTORS.'/><author><name>Bklyangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961391324924813068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056734.post-109986018745022590</id><published>2004-11-07T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T17:13:09.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE TREE HILL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OAKY I LOVE ONE TREE HILL. I THINK ITS ONE OF THE BEST SHOWS. FOR THOSE OF YOU WO DONT KNOW ABOUT ONE TREE HILL I THINK YOU SHOULD WATCH IT ITS ON TUESDAYS AT 9 (AT LEAST IN NEW YORK) ON THE WB. I LOVE THIS SHOW AND I THINK THAT LUCAS AND HALEY WOULD MAKE SUCH A CUTE COUPLE. BUT LATELY THE SHOW IS PISSING ME OFF. THEY HAVE LIKE NO LUCAS AND HALEY SCENCES ANYMORE, AND THAT NOT RIGHT. IT SEEMS TO ME THAT THEY ARE REPLACING LUCAS WITH NATHAN IN HALEY'S LIFE AND ANNA (THE NEW GIRL) REPLACING HALEY IN LUCAS' LIFE. GRRRRR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9056734-109986018745022590?l=bklyangelblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklyangelblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109986018745022590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9056734&amp;postID=109986018745022590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056734/posts/default/109986018745022590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056734/posts/default/109986018745022590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklyangelblog.blogspot.com/2004/11/one-tree-hill.html' title='ONE TREE HILL'/><author><name>Bklyangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961391324924813068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056734.post-109985962473431303</id><published>2004-11-07T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T17:10:41.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NICE TO MEET YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FOR ANY ONE WHO HAS VISITED MY BLOG ITS NICE TO MEET YOU. I AM BKLYANGEL. MANY OF YOU DONT KNOW ME AND THATS OKAY WITH ME AND ANYONE WHO HAS VISTED THIS BLOG I THANK YOU.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9056734-109985962473431303?l=bklyangelblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklyangelblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109985962473431303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9056734&amp;postID=109985962473431303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056734/posts/default/109985962473431303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056734/posts/default/109985962473431303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklyangelblog.blogspot.com/2004/11/nice-to-meet-you.html' title='NICE TO MEET YOU'/><author><name>Bklyangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961391324924813068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
