<?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-2171772131586867439</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:10:18.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Times of Edward</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-4080006493794724736</id><published>2007-05-22T15:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T15:20:55.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tango Maureen</title><content type='html'>This reminds me of the time I played in Rent in a college play for my first year in college. I played Mark in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/3UDQqLkoJ7A"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/v/3UDQqLkoJ7A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-4080006493794724736?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/4080006493794724736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=4080006493794724736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/4080006493794724736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/4080006493794724736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2007/05/tango-maureen.html' title='The Tango Maureen'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-3286622127991175921</id><published>2007-05-22T15:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T15:12:16.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Night</title><content type='html'>Chase snuk off to my place for a movie night. He was doing something and came to vist me, and see how I was doing. I had a biking accident a few weeks ago, and lost one of my eyes (kind of). Now I wear a patch over my eye to hide the scar there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we sat around for a while talking, Chase was petting Luna on his lap. It was so cute. Then we watched &lt;em&gt;Pan's Laybrinth, &lt;/em&gt;and I enjoyed it very much. I fell asleep though by the end of it so I have to watch it again to see what the ending was. I found myself laying my head against Chase's shoulder so I quickly moved from that position for Foreman's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked with Greg and James after work. I told them about spending the night with Chase. I was afraid Greg would start up the whole "Dr. Marks loves Dr. Chase" thing again, but he didn't so I'm glad for that. But I started to get uncomforable around James and Greg when they started to kiss, and when Greg was rubbing his lover's shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't I didn't mind it, they can do what they want for all I care...its just...I guess I missed contact with another person like that. Thats why I'm glad I can hang out with Chase whenever I get the chance. Hes my best friend, and I feel lonely at times in my empty apartment. I have nothing to come home to anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all I have to report now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-3286622127991175921?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/3286622127991175921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=3286622127991175921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/3286622127991175921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/3286622127991175921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2007/05/movie-night.html' title='Movie Night'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-3454004011596920543</id><published>2007-04-05T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T08:02:15.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragged away</title><content type='html'>I was just dragged away from my hotel room by Chase and Foreman. So I'm back at their place. Chase called me last night and told me to stay, then Foreman posted on my blog telling me to come back. I guess I can risk my policy for another night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lounging out on the porch again with some books, a few movies, my MP3 iPod, my laptop, and my Nintendo DS. I guess you could say I live out here. Its a little cold so I have a blacket wrapped around me and I'm wearing a very large sweater Maddie gave me. I got my iPod in my ears now and I'm listening to "You Know My Name" by Chris Cornell. It was from one of my favorite James Bond movies that came out last year, "Casino Royale".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just muttering the song to myself when I felt someone's hands on my shoulders. I took out one ear plug and smiled up at Chase. I knew it was him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Wombat." I chuckled as his face lit up and he smacked my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not you too! I hate that name." He shook his head at me as I just laughed at him. He was easy to tease sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled a chair up next to me and sat down. He was watching me a little as I typed on my computer. I had some files to do while I took leave from work this week. At least I'll be caught up. Luna barked and jumped into Chase's lap. At least Fayt isn't going to take her from me. He pet her head and looked up at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know, your not leaving till your better. And never do that again!" He sounded a bit angry with me. I winced a little and gave him a hurtful smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry. I'm a little stubborn and the policy I have. I just could rick-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Screw your policy, your my friend Edo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face went blood red when he used my pet name. "AH! Why the name!" He laughed at me and poked my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its cold Ed, why don't you come inside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded and packed up my things in my bag and plopped my ear plug back in my ear. I started after Chase acting like a spy with a fake gun and everything. He laughed at me when I made stupid poses with me hold up my gun like in those James Bond movies. I put my stuff down and I pounced on Chase. We started to play a little game we use to play last year when we met, who can throw who over the shoulders first. I always won cause he was way too little. I'm glad I'm with them again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-3454004011596920543?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/3454004011596920543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=3454004011596920543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/3454004011596920543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/3454004011596920543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2007/04/dragged-away.html' title='Dragged away'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-8337624904491842530</id><published>2007-04-04T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T09:23:22.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotel Room</title><content type='html'>Sorry Chase, I bet when you read this I will already be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took it upon myself to leave Chase and Foreman's place because I know I'm testing my limits. It was fun while it lasted. Me and Foreman don't have well a good friendship right now. He thinks I would try to steal Chase from him because of how I talk about him. Chase is a good friend, one the only best friends I have ever had. Maybe the only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a hotel room now waiting for Fayt to be done. I saw him and Cedric at my apartment with boxes. I never felt so sick to my stomach before so I just quickly passed by without a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a policy that prevents things like this from happening, and I practice it every time I'm around James and House. The policy of mine, and law if you will call that, prevents me from being 'too friendly' around someone's lover that I have a history with. I'm always polite and only touch when welcomed like a hug or a pat on the shoulder. For some reason I broke this to be around Chase because he makes me feel better. I totaly forgot about Fayt when I was with him because we were close friends. I forgot myself and stayed with him, not remembering what happened last year when House had to put up on his blog "Dr. Marks has a crush on Dr. Chase". Foreman gave me a look that could kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I left their apartment so I won't cause anymore trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-8337624904491842530?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/8337624904491842530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=8337624904491842530' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/8337624904491842530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/8337624904491842530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2007/04/hotel-room.html' title='Hotel Room'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-3191605342701106386</id><published>2007-04-04T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T09:08:37.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Foreman</title><content type='html'>I'm not trying to steal Chase! Don't kill me in my sleep!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-3191605342701106386?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/3191605342701106386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=3191605342701106386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/3191605342701106386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/3191605342701106386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-foreman.html' title='To Foreman'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-164690810635157187</id><published>2007-04-02T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T16:59:10.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At Chase's</title><content type='html'>I'm over at Foreman and Chase's apartment. Things had been quiet. I got there late and I talked with Chase all through the night about what happened. I'm glad he offered me a place for a while, just hoped Foreman wasn't going to kill me. I had a few hard drinks that night, and I didn't know when I broke down silently (as Chase told me) until I woke up with my head of my blond friend's lap, face tear stained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its evening and I've been sitting out on the porch alone. They had another visitor (Jeff or something like that) so I stayed clear from them. I spent time listening to music, reading, and sleeping shortly since I didn't get much sleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched my friend walk around the living room. I think he knew I was cause he took small glances at me and smiled. He was so cute. I was glad, really glad he was my friend. He was a lot closer then Ced will ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Cedric...I got a text from him. He told me Fayt and him are together now. Not suprised there. Ced could charm is way into the pope's bed if he kept on it for a long time. Well I better get more sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-164690810635157187?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/164690810635157187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=164690810635157187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/164690810635157187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/164690810635157187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2007/04/at-chases.html' title='At Chase&apos;s'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-5312820169648079151</id><published>2007-04-01T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T10:59:18.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, a lot has been going on</title><content type='html'>Well its been a while since I've been on here. Need to catch up on whats been going on lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new job is better then I thought. I'm doing well and Fayt moved in with me sometime ago, but something has been going wrong. Fayt started asking me to take lesser hours at the hospital. Well I did, my days at work were a less then I wanted to be, but I thought it would make Fayt happy. I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a month Fayt had told me to quit my job, or start working only a few days. He told me he could take care of the money. I didn't want to quit, I loved being a doctor and I always wanted to be once since I was a little kid. Arguments started happening for frequintly then normal, and more heated. Sometimes he would slam the door on me, and I would have to take residents in my office at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it happened. I came home maybe a week ago and Fayt was waiting for me. He had bags at the door, and he had his car keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fayt? Whats going on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head and picked up his suit case. "I'm leaving Ed. For good." My eyes widen and I just stared at him for a while. "I'll be coming back for the rest of my stuff next week and they took me back at my old job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"B-But Fayt, why are you doing this!" My voice cracked, with tears. I knew someday this was going to happen, but I still couldn't help from crying. "Fayt you know I can't quit my job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its also about that other doctor you've been hanging out with..." He glared at me. "Dr. Chase I think his name was."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bit my bottom lip and looked down. It was true, I hung out with Chase after work sometimes. We were good friends. We liked each other's company. Anger sturred in me, when he thought me and Chase were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chase has nothing to do with this!" I yelled at Fayt, slaming my fists down on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh really? I see how you two are. Always together. You look at him that way. I know it. I saw it!" He took a long sigh and opened the door. "I'm staying with Cedric. At least he knows what I want in a relationship." My heart stopped. I knew it. Ced must have said something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched quietly as Fayt walked out of the apartment, my life forever. Luna was in a cornor of the living room whimpering sadly. She must had been scared at all the yelling. I picked her up and walked to my room. I don't know how long I sat there in silence, thinking over what had just happened. Maybe it was better this way, if he was gone. But it still hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told House what had happened a few days ago and then Chase. I'm staying with him for a while so I won't have to see Fayt get his stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-5312820169648079151?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/5312820169648079151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=5312820169648079151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/5312820169648079151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/5312820169648079151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2007/04/sorry-lot-has-been-going-on.html' title='Sorry, a lot has been going on'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-1485189201534888083</id><published>2007-01-29T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T08:01:36.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies, Weird guy, and my cup of Dulce de Leche</title><content type='html'>I start work in the noon today so I am happy. I'm lounging on the couch in the OBGYN with my laptop. Why here? Cause I'm eating some Yoplait Whips Dulce de Leche. I left a couple of them in the frig and they're not gone!!! Haha no more Cedric stealing my food!!! HAHAHA! Happiness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lets wrap up what has been happening, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up drugged the next morning on thursday. Greg put sleeping pills and castor oil in my wine he gave me. I confronted him about it, but he said he didn't have anything to do with it. Righttttt. I went to James after that cause he told me he was 'mad' at him. He wasn't. James told me Greg played a prank on him (he did seem to be in a pranky mood) and he got him back by sawing half way through his cane!!! I should of thought of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was Baby Boom Day as Dr. Chris (a doctor who is helping me) called it and it was. I was delivering babies all day. I didn't even get to see Greg or James. I saw Chase a few times though. We smiled and waved at each other before work tore us away. I had fun though. Uh I mean when the babies are out and the mothers stop screaming. I like holding the little ones, they're so small, so vunrable. I just wanted to hold them forvere till the mother started screaming for the baby again. Uh...short lived oh so short lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was also a busy one so I took Luna with me to work. I hid her in my office so she could sleep and play around. On every break I had I took her outside in the back to teedle (yes that word is stupid so sue me). I took a pretty short lunck break and got back to work. Funny, I hadn't seen Greg or James at all today. As I was working a man came up behind me. I felt a shiver run down my spin and I looked at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh hello...uh..." I handed him some of the fill out forms. "Just wait there and I'll get your wife a chair." I was kinda being stupid cause this man was too old to have kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No no no. I don't have kids." He looked like Chase, even the accent was...the same. I steped away from him and looked down at my chart. He was weird...I wanted to get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was looking for Gregory House." My ears perked up to that name. "Have you seen him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I-" I was cut off by Dr. Chris yelling at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ED! Get your ass over here! Shes having twins!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh okay! I'll be right there!" I turned my head to the man. "Sorry hes not here." Then I ran towards number 5 room while Chris threw me the chart for the twins. But in the back of my head...I wondered what he wanted with Greg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that everything is quiet I can relax a little. Chris said I can start at noon today, and he'll take my morning shift. Thank you Chris! I'm still wondering about that guy though. He creeped me out with that smile of his, and he stood very close to me. I think I will look into it more, but now I'm going to see Greg in his office. Cheery O'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-1485189201534888083?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/1485189201534888083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=1485189201534888083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/1485189201534888083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/1485189201534888083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2007/01/babies-weird-guy-and-my-cup-of-dulce-de.html' title='Babies, Weird guy, and my cup of Dulce de Leche'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-3351413507657817880</id><published>2007-01-24T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T18:57:59.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Welcome to Work" Sign</title><content type='html'>The OBGYN department was all together a great one at PPTH. When I walked in, my heart stopped with joy. I could hear little babies, over joyed parents and a few frantic doctors running around with screaming mothers. "Ah..." I sighed smiling. "No please like the work place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to get to work, so I didn't have time to go see my new office. Cuddy was nice enough to give me my own space to work, and crash in when I have a black out. I know she was going to be a good boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was around learning the doctors I wants under and even over, the OBGYN building section and everything else. They said no pets allowed, but I would bring Luna over sometimes because she hates being alone in our new flat. She is so cute. She didn't want me to leave the apartment today, she kept pawing at my leg and whinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Eric pass by a few times when I had my break. I also saw Chase, but I didn't bother them because I knew they were busy with House. Speaking of House, I was worried what he was going to do to me today for my first day. The funny thing was I didn't see sight or hair of him at all today. This started to scare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats when I went back to my office and saw it. A large banner over the door with "Welcome to House's Dicktatorship! Have Fun Edo!" written on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh...my....God...." I muttered and opened the door. There he was, in my chair, Gregory House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slowly turned the chair around like some villin from a 007 movie and held up a wine glass. "Cheers Dr. Marks. Welcome to my turf." Oh dear God what have I gotten myself into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head and leaned against the door frame. "Hello Dr. House. Might I ask what are you doing in my chair?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just having a little drink." He gave me that smug smirk. "Want some?" Greg held out another glass with red wine already in it. I wondered if he remembered what happened last time we drank together with Chase and James, but oh well. I took the glass from him and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you Dr. House."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My please Dr. Marks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both clinked our glasses together and said 'cheers', downing it afterwards. Good choice in wine I had to admit. I sat down onto the couch and looked over at him. "Where is James?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In his office. I will go over there soon, just wanted to give you a little welcome to the hospital drink." House smirked at me and stood up. "We should go out for drinks and have a real party soon you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will Chase be there?" Oops! Bad thing to say. Before I knew it, Greg was hopping around me singing, 'Ed has a crush on Chase, Dr. Marks has a crush on Dr. Chase!'. I held back grabbing his cane and beating him in the head with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm kidding kid. You should know that by now." He laughed at me when I started to blush. "Yeah he will be there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good." I muttered and closed my eyes. I think I was about to black out again, so I laid down on the couch. Greg took his cue to leave, I suppose, because when I opened my eyes again, he was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what will be in store next for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-3351413507657817880?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/3351413507657817880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=3351413507657817880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/3351413507657817880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/3351413507657817880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2007/01/welcome-to-work-sign.html' title='&quot;Welcome to Work&quot; Sign'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-5882948447891273549</id><published>2007-01-24T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T03:27:42.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to Work</title><content type='html'>Yes I start work today at PPTH's OBGYN. I know Greg has something in store for me when I get there, but I have to leave now! I'll tell you how it went!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-5882948447891273549?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/5882948447891273549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=5882948447891273549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/5882948447891273549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/5882948447891273549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2007/01/going-to-work.html' title='Going to Work'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-1241798224335296190</id><published>2007-01-21T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T14:03:54.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Day</title><content type='html'>Yes thats right, today was moving day (yeah Sundays are always great...). Mary and Kaine came with me in the large moving van to my new apartment (a nice flat near the hospital). We also had another mover with us as well (Chase). Chase met us at my apratment and what do you know when Kaine steps out of the van and sees my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Holy hell! Hello hottie!" Kaine hallored and gave him a wink. The short skirt and tight sweater didn't say he was gay, it screamed it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just put my hand over my face and sighed softly. "You bugger! Get some boxes! Hes taken." I shewed him away before he did something stupid, like flash him his panties...or... I tittled my head to the side and blinked. Was he wearing any!!! "Oh God..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gaze turned to my older sister, but she just shrugged it off. "Hes Kaine, what do you exspect?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded. Yeah what did I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase and I handled the big boxes while Mary and Kaine handled the smaller stuff. It wasn't long till I had everything in my new place. All that was missing was Fayt, but he would be here in a few weeks after he got his transfer taken care of. Luna of course was with us. She was barking her head of in her cage, she was so happy to be let out and run around her new space...too bad she peed on the new carpet...Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase stuck around till Eric called him on his cell and he left to get home to him. I'm glad to have him around to help me. I will need him to deal with working at PPTH. After everything was done, I called James and Greg. They didn't answer though so I left them a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello Greg and James, its me Edward. I just moved into my new flat near the hospital. I hope you guys come by and say hello. And Greg...I start work on wensday...please pleaseeee I don't want to see your face pressed up against the window making weird faces and staring at me...Oh god I gave you and idea..." I sighed. "Well I'll see you guys at work. Good night." I hung up the phone and colasped onto the couch. I hope I like it at the new hospital...I hope it works out for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-1241798224335296190?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/1241798224335296190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=1241798224335296190' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/1241798224335296190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/1241798224335296190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2007/01/moving-day.html' title='Moving Day'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-6827830543789296771</id><published>2007-01-15T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T14:00:41.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Other things and Moving</title><content type='html'>Hello guys, sorry for the long wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I will bring you up to today. As you could see by my last post I was...'under the weather' about something and that something was Fayt. I thought he was cheating on me with this other teacher, but he wasn't. This teacher had been trying to go out with Fayt for a few years and he kissed him when I saw them up on the balcony. Fayt sure gave him a slap from what I heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't know this so I fled to NJ for a little while. I went to PPTH and I found Chase, Eric and...a Greg is a hospital bed!?!? I think my jaw would of gone through the floor if I didn't see Chase passed out on the floor. So I helped Eric try bringing him back (and we did).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had to stay at PPTH for my own needs. My sleeping had gotten worse, and I passed out more often in the day now. I had a sleeping test and it says I was under a lot of stress (go figure!). They gave me some pills for it and I'm feeling a little better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went in to see Cuddy and I got the job for the OBGYN. So I'm working at PPTH in a week or two just the problem is I need a place to stay. Fayt said I should just get an apartment and he will come and help me find a bigger place later. So I called Mary to help me with the move, I also called Greg and James to help me too. So yeah, thats all I got today so see you guys till the next entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-6827830543789296771?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/6827830543789296771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=6827830543789296771' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/6827830543789296771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/6827830543789296771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2007/01/other-things-and-moving.html' title='Other things and Moving'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-5000400539884028244</id><published>2007-01-04T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T03:56:36.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>I'm disapearing for a while...I told Maddie I would take a few days off...I'll try to keep in touch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-5000400539884028244?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/5000400539884028244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=5000400539884028244' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/5000400539884028244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/5000400539884028244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2007/01/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-5746770944998668050</id><published>2007-01-03T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T19:38:49.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lounging</title><content type='html'>I'm just lounging on the sofa with my puppy dog. I'm talking with Chase online about maybe working at PPTH. I don't know if James and Greg would like that, but I'll see. They have good jobs, and the pay seems good. Maddie and Ced would kill me if I left though, so I'm still thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the early comments...and blog posts. People seem to not like my friendship with Dr. Chase. I asume this is pay back from House, but oh well. I like talking with Chase. Hes a nice and kind person. We get along well because of our age...but if I don't want House picking on me (or him) I should stop right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie beeped me this evening about Cedric. He didn't come in for work again, but he at least gave a call. He is down in FL to see his sister. She is having a bit of touble moving in her new house, so he went down to help her. Well at least she can take care of him for a while. But I still had to take his shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna seems to take a liking too me very much. I'm glad Fayt got her, but when I thought of Fayt I just sighed. I think he is cheating on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left for PPTH, I saw him out on our balcony. He was in some dark spot so I couldn't see him that well, but I could see another person with him. When I knocked something over, they both pulled away quickly. Thats when I saw his face. It was the teacher that Fayt had been telling me a while ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been talking to Chase about it, and hes been helping me. I'm glad I have a friend like him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-5746770944998668050?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/5746770944998668050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=5746770944998668050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/5746770944998668050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/5746770944998668050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2007/01/lounging.html' title='Lounging'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-911988411850067745</id><published>2007-01-03T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T04:00:36.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fayt is gone...not like that!</title><content type='html'>When I came back home, Fayt was gone. No really, he was. He sent me a text on my cell that he was going out with a few friends from work. Something about a teacher congress. Lately, hes been going out a lot. I wonder if-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BARK BARK! HOLLOW!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes widen a little and a furry white thing pounced on me. "AHHHH!!!!!" I fell over like all hell was upon me, but it was only a fluffy, small, white, cute puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT THE HELL!" I stared at the thing as it licked my nose. "What-Where-How..." My phone beebed and I opened it. &lt;em&gt;Another Text?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh and I forgot to tell u, we have a puppy now. Her name is Luna.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Fayt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyebrow raised. "Luna?" The dog's tail wagged and she barked at me. "Hmm? Luna?" Again she barked. Mmm I guess Luna was already trianed. For a girly puppy, she was really cute. I smiled brodly and held the puppy in my arms. "Whoes the good puppy! You are!" I giggled and nuzzled my face in her white fur. Mmm very soft like Chase's hair. I laughed mentioning him. He was a very handsome person, and very kind. Before I left he gave me his phone number (God I blushed dark red).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmm Luna?" She looked up at me. "Should I call him?" She gave me a happy bark. "Okay good idea!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Chase that evening and we talked for a long time. Luna was asleep on my lap while we chatted. I found out about his father and I told him about mine. How my father blamed me for my mother's death. When I was born, my mother died because she was too weak to have me. She died on the table. But a few months before that the doctors knew what would happen and told my mother if she wanted to live, she would have to give me up. But she didn't. She let me live, so she died herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father was a very hard man after I was born. My older sis said he was a loving father and husband, but when I came and mother died, he became cold and mean. He didn't have any pride in me, and he would never call me 'his son'. I always thought it was my fault that my mother died, and that I was stupid. I would never talk or play with anyone when I was a kid, till I got to high school and I was allowed to be in a public one. Thats when I met Ced, and later I met Maddie in College. Now I had new friends, like Chase, James, and Greg. I was really happy. Maddie even said I was smiling a lot more now a days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how long we talked till I looked at the clock. It was 8 o'clock. I had to start my night shift. "Hey Chase. I have to go to work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh." A sound of disapointment was in his voice. "Wanna talk tomorrow?" My face went up red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure Sure!" I said smiling. "I would like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said our good-byes and hung up. I had to get to work, but I couldn't leave the puppy alone in the apartment. So I wrapped her up in a blacket and took some food with me to feed her. I put Luna in a little pouch thing so I can carry her on my chest when I drove my bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Maddie had a fit that I brought an animal to work, but when he saw Luna I knew I hit a weak spot. He squee and cuoed over my puppy and said he would take care of her, so I let him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back home I fell into bed. It was about 5 in the morning when I came back. I had to take mine and Ced's shift cause he wasn't there. Maddie helped me out knowing I would be over working. Luna curled up against me, sleepy as well, and we both fell asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-911988411850067745?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/911988411850067745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=911988411850067745' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/911988411850067745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/911988411850067745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2007/01/fayt-is-gonenot-like-that.html' title='Fayt is gone...not like that!'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-1905705769372994958</id><published>2007-01-01T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T08:05:40.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Late New Year</title><content type='html'>Sorry I didn't post. I was out following Ced last night when he went out again. He hadn't been talking to me since that night when he said that. I was worried about  him so I followed him to this party at this old wearhouse. It was crazy!!! Drugs of every type, uh...rooms and other things. I had never been to anything like this before, but Ced seemed to be enjoying himself. But when I saw him move to a young looking boy with drugs on his tray that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ced!" I yelled at him before he grabbed a pill. I moved through the crowed and grabbed his arms. "Thats enough! We're going back to the hotel room!!!" I started to pull him away, but he tugged back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No! Let me go!" He yelled back at him and clawed my bare arm causing it to bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AH! Damnit Ced!" I felt the shooting pain through my arm, but I did not let go. I pulled him outside and forced him onto my bike. "Get on!" I yelled at him (even though we wern't in the club). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride was so slow to me. Ced had his arms loosely around my waist, and his head against my back. We got back to the hotel 30 minuets before midnight, so I stayed up. Cedric locked himself in the bathroom. Good thing I took all the stuff out, we were leaving tomorrow morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the ball drop at Time Square. Boring as always. It was fun when me and Fayt went there to watch it live. We were on TV as well and we kissed too. That was a good New Years. This has to be the worst New Years I had ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I should go see James and Greg before we left. I walked out of the hotel room, but looked back to see if Ced was still thinking I was in the room then I left. I got to their house about one in the morning and it was James who answered the door. My face went up a little pink and I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy New Years James." He smiled back at me and let me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy New Years Ed. How is everything?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him about Ced. He thought it was good I followed him. At least he was on my side. I looked around and saw Chase and House sleeping on the couch. I laughed at them and looked at James. "I think you should draw on his face." I pointed at Greg. He laughed with me and shook his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only stayed a little while, and I almost did something stupid, but I won't tell. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back to the room, Ced was asleep in the other bed holding onto his pillow. He did that when he was sad. Maybe I should talk to Maddie about him...I think he should know. Well I colasped into bed and quickly fell asleep. The next morning though...Ced was gone. Everything was packed (my stuff) or either gone. I guess he didn't want to be around me. I gathered my stuff together (all in my backpack) and left the building. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update soon. See you later and Happy New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-1905705769372994958?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/1905705769372994958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=1905705769372994958' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/1905705769372994958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/1905705769372994958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-late-new-year.html' title='Happy Late New Year'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-5374227801085650962</id><published>2006-12-30T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T09:28:56.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lectures, Lectures and what do you know more Lectures</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't been updating  since like two days ago, I've been going around to a bunch of lectures taking  notes. God I thought I could fall over in my chair from the boredem!!! Well only ONE lecture was the highlight of my day hehe. Who else but Greg's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Ced talk with Greg before he started. He was still a little high from the other night so I wanted him to stay near me so he won't do anything stupid. Why me? I sat a few rows behind James with Ced at my side. Again, I enjoyed Greg's lectures. I was writting notes and then I hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GO GREGOOO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I almost peed in my pants. It was James. He was at it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James would stop and then cheer again. Oh God this was so funny! I even saw the sign James made for Greg. OMG! HAHAHA! Poor Greg. I felt sorry for him, but I didn't care right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the lecture was over I quickly pulled Ced out, laughing my ass off. I knew Greg would be pissed and he would want a talk with James in his office. So me and my friend went out as quickly as we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day I went through more lectures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I got to the hotel with Ced, he got on some club clothes and started for the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing! Your not leaving tonight." I growled at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your not my lover." He said bitterly. "So I don't care what you say." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little taken back what he said. "Your not my lover." Was he still bittered about that. While I was thinking Ced left me standing alone in the room. A slow sigh left my lips and I laid on the bed. I was worried what he was going to do...I hope he won't do anything stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-5374227801085650962?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/5374227801085650962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=5374227801085650962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/5374227801085650962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/5374227801085650962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2006/12/lectures-lectures-and-what-do-you-know.html' title='Lectures, Lectures and what do you know more Lectures'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-4969044477638190530</id><published>2006-12-28T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T19:01:38.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want You More!!!</title><content type='html'>I stopped by James's office before I went back to the hotel to get changed for the club. I've been reading his blog and I love his poems he posts all the time. I was...somewhat a writer so me and him got into a convorsation about writing, that went into music, then the Gorillaz, then after that to 9/11. We seemed to get along together pretty well. Wil is a neat person and very relaxing to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg joined us and they started to talk in different languese. I showed them that I could speak a little Japanese (I told them how to say I love you in the passionet form). I also told them I could write kanji. James seemed impressed by that hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it we all had to leave. Greg had a big day tomorrow and I had to get going for clubing. Oh boy...This will be funny. But I'm afraid what Greg said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe we should just say we're going home, but really go see Edward sing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they don't do that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ ~ ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The club was very loud!!! I had never been in such a loud place in my life. As I predicted, Ced found me an outfit. Tight black jeans with boots, a loose black tank top...and...a loose dog collar. The tank top was revealing enough, but the dog collar was killer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I sat at the bar drinking some water and watched Ced dance with a few men on the floor. I didn't dance, I just sat back and watched. A dew girls (and some boys) asked me to dance, but I turned them down. My friend must think I'm boring, but I don't care. I hate dancing...well like that. Rubbing against God knows who, panting, sweating...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I could feel the blush on my face grow, till I felt someone else's hot face against mine. It was Ced back from the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Come on, dance with me Eddy!" He yelled over the music. Something about him seemed off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"No thank you!" I said. "I'm just waiting to sing, then I'm out of here!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"But it will be fun." Ced smiled then looked like he had an idea. He plopped something in his mouth and leaned down. My eyes widen when our lips came together and I felt a small pill being slipped into my mouth. I shoved him away and spit the pill into my hand. My eyes widen more when I saw what was in my hand...Ecstasy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"How did you get this!!! Why do you have it!!!" I yelled throwing the pill somewhere and grabbing my friend by the collar of his shirt. "Cedric your-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Edward Marks! Come to the stage and pick your song." The annoucer said my name and I cursed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"I'll deal with you later!!! Stay here!!!" I yelled at Ced again and stormed to the front. I can't believe it...Ecstasy again! He did that stuff when we were in college, I thought he quit. That stuff fucked him up so bad, he would be high for at least a whole day. I worried about him every night thinking he might get HIV or...worse...AIDS...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I climbed up on stage forgetting Cedric now and I took the mic. I was going to sing a Gorillaz song, but I was listing to Duran Duran's new CD so I asked for one of my favorite songs; Want You More!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The whole crowed cheered for me. Ced might of told everyone about me or something, but I can't think of him now. The song started, the beat already filling me up (the kind of high I liked). I started to move a little without even knowing it as I started to sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You had plans all along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Musta seen me coming down a mile reove the ground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coz I am weak where you are strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a thrill that makes me curious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever I'm thinking of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You always seem to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coz nothing is good enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's always something to keep me guessing"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The whole crowed cheered louder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What if it's real, what if you're just faking?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if you knew you could?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if you get off on manipulating? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why does it feel so good?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drivin' the car turn up the sound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gets yer head in a hailstorm, man I'm gonna feel the blast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pick you up - you throw me down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it only gets more serious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What could you be thinking of?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never let it show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coz you give me just enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's always something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You keep it coming"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I moved my body to the beat, forgetting the world. Just leaving everything behind. But in the back of my mind, I kep on seeing James and maybe House even in the crowed. &lt;em&gt;It couldn't be them...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What if it's real, what if your just faking?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if you knew you could?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if you get off on manipulating?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why does it feel so good?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do I want you more? Why do I want you? Why do I feel so torn? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do I want you more? Why do I want you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do I want you more?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, I was getting use to this. The club seemed to like my singing. Heh, I wonder what Wil would think of my singing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What could you be thing of?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never let it show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coz you give me just enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's always something, you keep me coming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just keep it coming!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if it's real, what if you're just faking?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if you knew you could?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if you get off on manipluating?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why does it feel so good?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do I want you more? Why do I want you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do I want you more?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do I want you more? Why do I want you? Why do I want you more?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do I want you more? Why do I want you? Why do I want you more?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do I want you more? Why do I want you? Why do I want you more?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I dropped the mic panting heavly. The whole house roured with cheers. Well thats my drug of choice. Getting high off of music. My eyes lifted up for a moment then widen, I was looking at someone familer. We looked into each other's eyes for a while then I felt a pat on my back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"This is Edward! Wasn't he great!!!" It was the annoucer. When I looked back at the crowed. Those eyes were gone. &lt;em&gt;I know those eyes...way that James? Maybe I'm just seeing things...though I did thought I saw Greg around here too...Maybe I'm just high on my music.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I walked off stage towards the bar where I left Ced. He was gone. I just gave out a long sigh and looked around for him. After maybe an hour or so, I left the club without finding him. He did this all the time. But that kiss was odd. Was it only to give me that stupid drug or was there something more. I hear that drug made you horny so I guess thats what it was all about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got back to the hotel late and I laid down in my bed with a plop. I was tired. I really was if I thought I saw James and Greg in a dance club. "Oh well, it couldn't of been them after all. They don't go clubing as Greg said." I smirked and got up to write this. Now I am going to bed! Good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-4969044477638190530?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/4969044477638190530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=4969044477638190530' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/4969044477638190530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/4969044477638190530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-want-you-more.html' title='I Want You More!!!'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-3270826304459975170</id><published>2006-12-28T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T14:56:42.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Club?</title><content type='html'>I woke up at like five in the morning so I didn't get back to sleep. I let Ced sleep for a while by walking out and going straight to PPTH. I got a note that there was a few lectures that were going on today so I wanted to get there early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God I'm not in Kanses anymore..." I muttered to myself as I looked up at the hospital taking off my helmet. "Wheres my map when I need it...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was BIG. Bigger then what I was use to, and it was very nice and well kept. I liked it. When I got in, I went straight to Greg's Office. I thought I should thank him for looking after me when I passed out last night. I saw Greg through the glass walls of his office and chuckled. &lt;em&gt;Glass walls? How does James and him survive. Hehe.&lt;/em&gt; I bet they do more in that office then in their own bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Greg!" I yelled waving outside his office. He just stared at me for a while and motion for me to come in. "Nice office." I said walking about and smiling. "Better then mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The glass is stupid, but at least I got blinds." Greg winked at me, my face went a little pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down next to Greg and talked with him for a little bit. He even was nice enough and poured me some coffee. He told the sticky note that was on my forehead was there because of Chase. I believed him of course. He seemed to be in a good mood today. Maybe he wouldn't make fun of me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So your friend Cedric is here?" I nodded at him and leaned back in the couch. "Yeah. He had to come because of Maddie and he wants to see James again. He told me last night he thought he was a cutie. I had to agree with him. James is pretty handsome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg sipped his coffee not answering me. &lt;em&gt;Jealous?&lt;/em&gt; I laughed and smiled at him. "Don't worry Greg. I'm not after your man. And if Ced tries anything I'll kill him." He just nodded and sipped his coffee again. "Though," I smiled again. "James isn't the only one everyone is after." My eyes shiffted over to him as my smile turned into a smirk. "I mean, your very handsome too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to God that House blushed slightly at my comment. "Uh...thanks..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha! I made you blush."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score one for Dr. Marks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after James walked into the office and took his place next to Greg (I moved over to the chair for them). My stomach was growling a lot, I was really hungry and House was as well. He said we would get food in a little while. We talked a little more till that question came into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey James. Are you two giving lectures?" I leaned back in the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I'm not." Wil shook his head, then smiled wickedly. "But Greg is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What!" Greg looked over at Wilson with a look of pure horror on his face. I sunk into the chair a little watching. "What do you mean I'm giving a lecture?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cuddy told me." Dr. Cuddy? I think I've met her before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They argued for a little while and Greg went up to go to the bulliten to see if he really was on this list for a lecture. I sat alone with James, still sinking into my chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't tell him, but I might cheer and throw a teddy bear this time." He winked at me, and again my face went pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could hear some cussing from Greg and then he stormed off into Cuddy's office (I think Cuddy's office). We waited a little more till - SLAM! Greg came back and plopped down back in the couch next to Wil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have to lecture or I will have more clinic hours." Then he had a look on his face. "I also hear something intresting about you James."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh you said something about food." James stood up and started for the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How you said I was good at lecturing and I should lecture tomorrow." Again, I sunk into the chair. There were a few words thrown about till Greg told James to get him a Rubean sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine..." James said before he walked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he got back he tosed the sandwich into Greg's lap and a thing of juice at him too. I just sat there watching them quietly like a child would watching his parents. A few more words were thrown about at each other. I felt a little odd being around when they were (I guess) arguing with each other. James even planned to have lunch with this women which made Greg a little sad. I could see it in his eyes. When I looked down at my watch I paniced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've got to go!" I grabbed my helmet, but also I stole a bite from Greg's sandwich. "Got a lecture to go to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No! Come back!" Greg yelled at me. "I wrote that as a joke." ANOTHER JOKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Greg." I growled at him, but he ignored me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now get me another Rubean." He said and went back to James. They talked with each other more, but I stayed in the door way watching till I made myself known. "You have my Rubean, Ed?" I jumped and ran out the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh on it sir!" I yelled back blushing. That kinda startled me. I was always jumpy when people were mad. A few Minutes later I came back with his sandwich. I just walked in when James kissed Greg on the temple. I blushed a little and handed him the Rubean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you." House said and I sat back down watching them. Thats when my cell rang. It was Kids With Guns as a ring tone, that meant Ced was calling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh one moment." I said and walked out when Greg yelled. "I hate pickles!" I guess he did hate pickles cause he threw them out the window. &lt;em&gt;Wow.&lt;/em&gt; I picked up my phone and leaned against the wall. "Yes Ced what is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh hey there. I was wondering where you went off too. Where did you go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm at PPTH now. Just with Wil and Greg." I smiled to myself. "You should meet them. Why don't you come by?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nah, but will you come to the hotel. I have something to tell you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blinked and looked back into the office. "But it would be rude to just leave them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please Eddy! Pleaseeeeee!!!" I sighed softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure okay. I'll be right there." I hung up the phone and stuck my head in the doorway. "Hey guys I have to go. Ced wants to see me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't he come here?" Greg asked, bitting into his sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno, he doesn't want to come. He wants me back at the hotel for some reason." I shrugged. "So I will catch you two later." I waved and grabbed my helmet before I walked towards the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only took me a few minuets to even get to the hotel and I was greeted again by Cedric pouncing on me. "Ed! We're - and I mean you and me both - will be going to a dance club tonight!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes widen. "What do you mean. I don't go dancing Ced!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will tonight cause they are bring up singings on stage and I want to hear you sing DARE again! So I signed you up tonight." I think my eyes widen more and fell out of my head when I heard this. I was going to sing...for a dance club. I don't like dance clubs, they were too hot, too closed off, too meny bodies around you...moving, but I don't know how to dance! And I don't like singing in front of a large crowd. I bet House and Wilson don't even go clubing so WHY ME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-3270826304459975170?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/3270826304459975170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=3270826304459975170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/3270826304459975170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/3270826304459975170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2006/12/dance-club.html' title='Dance Club?'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-6087507412378842047</id><published>2006-12-27T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T21:23:24.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk with Greg and Wil</title><content type='html'>Oh my head hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in NJ a few hours ago. I don't know anymore. Everything is a little fuzzy to me right now. So I will try my best to recall what happened tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to the hotel on my bike. When I got off and walked in the building, I was greeted with Cedric. He pounced on me and we went down on the floor together. I don't know why he does that to me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ced! Get off!" I yelled at him and started to struggle a little. For some reason I felt eyes on me. "But Edo we get to slack off from work for a whole weekend! Party Time!" Was that all he thought about when we got a chance off of work. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few seconds later I shoved him off cause I was laying on my backpack (and stuff was poking me in the back!). "Whatever, lets just get into the room already. Unlike you, my dear friend, Maddie told me to take notes on whats going on during the speeches."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Too bad for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to our room (had to be the TOP FLOOR) and I set my stuff on my bed. Ced's bed was next to mine, his stuff was already taken out of the suit case and folded. For a party monster, he is neat and clean (sometimes). Speaking of monster, Greg hadn't called me. I told him I would be in town and even the same hospital for the weekend, but no reply. "Guess he is still in Canada." I muttered and laid on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whose in Canada?" Cedric asked standing in front of my open legs. "Two friends of mine that I made in the last congress. You know, Dr. Wilson and House. You went to one of Wil's speeches."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah the cutie!" Ced's eyes lit up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Back off you. He belongs to House." I said smirking. I still couldn't believe I didn't catch it sooner that Greg and James were a pair, but then again I am dense as a rock. "Well they work at this hospital and I thought that they would-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A odd ring sounded from my phone and I picked it up. "Ello?" I said and was suprised by the voice of the caller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Edward. We're having drinks at a local lounge. We want you to meet Robert Chase." It was James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O-Oh! Hey. Uh yeah sure I'll be there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ced gave me an odd look, but I shook my head. James gave the directions to the place and I hung my phone up. "They want me to have drinks with them. You joining?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nah I've got some parting to do." My friend smirked at me and winked. "If you know what I mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew all too well what he meant by that so I left him in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got there I was greeted at the parking lot. James gave me a small hug and Greg and I shook hands (not hugging yet, still bitter about my DS). Behind them I could see a younger man. He was very cute from what I could see, nice blond hair, tall, as young as me, but what caught me was his pretty blue eyes. If I didn't know better he kinda reminded me of Fayt. He walked over to us and smiled holding out his hand to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Dr. Chase. I work for House." He gave me a smirk and rolled his eyes when he said he worked for Greg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Edward Marks-Uh Dr. Marks." My face lit up red as I took his hand. I never was good when I met people for the first time (telling the truth, read when I gave Wil and Greg a tour).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Edward is fine with me. Just call me Chase." I smiled and nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay after that it starts to get fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember we walked in and took a booth near the back. I told them how Fayt was, how work was going, and all. You know, small talk. But then the drinks started coming on. I never really drank that much in my life so I couldn't handle a lot of alcohol, but I didn't say no. I had a few tries of Vodka for the first time and a few glasses of dry wine. I remember us laughing then gropping. I think that was Wil and Greg, I'm not sure. I do remember them kissing a lot and then they left for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase and I just talked for a while. He was a cool guy (and only a year younger then me) and we got along. I think we heard noises and he gave me more drinks so we couldn't hear that noise. My head was getting light then I think. I know I leaned against Chase muttering stuff and everything went black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up James was sitting next to me holding a wet rag to my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You passed out." He said, I could hear a slight laugh in his voice. "You over did it a little."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to say something to him, but my head hurt too much. I just curled up into Wil's hand and whimpered. It went black again there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I really came around, I was back in my hotel room with a sticky note on my forehead. I pulled it off and read it (slowly, my head was still killing me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Ed,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You passed out again so we brought you back to your room. You friend Cedric was just leaving when we got to your door so he leg us in. He said it would be okay if we left you alone. Hope to see you tomorrow. Maybe we have have lunch or something. Sleep well. Oh and Greg left you some pills for your head.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;James and Greg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't put the sticky note on your forehead. Thats was all Greg.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm working on my laptop (Charts). Ced came back waisted as always. He is asleep in the bed. I should get some sleep too, so good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-6087507412378842047?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/6087507412378842047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=6087507412378842047' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/6087507412378842047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/6087507412378842047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2006/12/drunk-with-greg-and-wil.html' title='Drunk with Greg and Wil'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-7203438180075966819</id><published>2006-12-26T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T16:33:21.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing for PPTH (aka Hello Greg I'm on your turf!)</title><content type='html'>I'm going to be on Greg's turf now cause I am leaving for PPTH tomorrow morning for Congress. Maddie called me this morning and told me I had to go and Ced was going to meet me there. They had a hotel ready for us, and the stupid thing didn't start till thursday! But I had to be there on wensday...damn you Maddie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I packed most of my stuff in my backpack cause I was taking my Sazuki. Fayt said it would be kinda crazy to go on my bike because it had been snowing, but I wanted to show off to Greg. I was going to be there all weekend so blah blah I had to listen and take notes. If Maddie didn't see notes, next congress I would be speaking...and giving a speech on the OBGYN...God he knows what to KILL me with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll see Greg and Wil when I get there at the PPTH. I hope they (they meaning Greg) don't call me in the middle of the night to give me a tour of the hospital.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-7203438180075966819?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/7203438180075966819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=7203438180075966819' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/7203438180075966819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/7203438180075966819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2006/12/packing-for-ppth-aka-hello-greg-im-on.html' title='Packing for PPTH (aka Hello Greg I&apos;m on your turf!)'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-4839683707482007373</id><published>2006-12-25T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T09:14:17.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Fayt and I slept on the floor by the fireplace last night. We were having so much fun we lost track of time. By fun I mean one of the things I missed about him, his body. He gave me one of his christmas gifts early that night and I meant to use it all night long. I don't know how long it went on, but it was wonderful, so wonderful we both passed out from it haha! Its not the sex I like about it, its the fact I can give Fayt pleasure. I was never the one who got turn on when people did things to me, its when I did things to them and see how loud I can make them scream-...okay I need to stop right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laying on the make shiff bed we made last night, stroking through Fayt's blond hair as he slept. He was so cute when he sleeps, I could watch him forever. I was glad we didn't go to that stupid office Christmas Party, this was a lot better. My fingers went down from his hair to his shoulders then his slim back. We both were still naked, but I didn't really care. I liked being this way with him, natrual I mean. I chuckled when I remembered how meny times Fayt called me a wanna-be nudest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just don't like the feeling of clothes. I like the feeling of skin on skin more." I told him smiling as he blushed dark red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though be a nudest would be fun, Maddie and Ced would kick my ass. They've seen me naked while we were in college, and they don't want to EVER see me like that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"College..." I smiled to myself. "That was fun times." I guess Christmas is a time to refleact cause I started now. I went to Med school with my best friend Cedric. We planned on being doctors together. We both were in high school together and the first time we met, we nearly killed each other, but we soon became close friends. We both went to college right after high school together. College was fun and new to us and thats is where we met Maddie, an uptight straight A student. Ced and I soon made him like us cause we had a room next to his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We became a threesome, we never seperated. People thought we were having a Love Triangle once, but that rumor died when I met...someone. Thats ended when I got out of college, but my friends sticked by me to comfort me. I was glad they were there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After college we got jobs at Baltimore Hospital. My father-Dr. Robert Marks gave us the jobs, but he didn't know how good we were. Maddie became head of a department and soon Bored Derector. Ced was his second in comand so to say, and I was the lacy, but good doctor. Everything was going well, and thats when I met him, Fayt Solomon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had caught the flu and came to me for some medication. I swear it was (for me) love at first sight. I never studdered so much or blushed in my whole life when I was trying to read off the quetsions for him. When Fayt left, I thought I would never see him again. But he came back for a refill of another medication he was taking. Again I acted like a fool in front of him till he just laughed at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you just ask me on a date!" He smiled at me as I stared at him shocked out of my mind. "I think your pretty cute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did. I asked him out on a date. It was wonderful, I never felt so happy. After three months of weird dating, we started going steady. After two years, he moved in with me. We've been together ever since then. I'm happy I'm with Fayt, there is no one else I would rather be with right now. I love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fayt started to move a little when I ran my finger down his spine and he opened his eyes. "Oh good morning Ed." He smiled up at me rubbing his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leaned down and kissed him on the lips softly. "Good morning Fayt. Merry Christmas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, Fayt is the best Christmas Gift in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-4839683707482007373?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/4839683707482007373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=4839683707482007373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/4839683707482007373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/4839683707482007373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-1065807322563514869</id><published>2006-12-22T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T07:56:08.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas shopping</title><content type='html'>Yeah I know I'm stupid to go shopping for Christmas four days before Christmas, but Fayt understands. I'm glad I'm with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrapped my yellow and black striped scarf around my neck and tied it so my face wouldn't get cold. My hands were brushing over Fayt's as he did so, smiling down at him softly. "Your so cute." I whispered causing him to blush. He always blushed when I called him cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I made you some hot wassle. I know how much you love wassle." My eyes had to of lit up because he started giggling. "Don't go too crazy there cowboy." Fayt plopped my hat on my head. "There you go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yep." I said and wrapped my arms around him, giving him a deep kiss. We kissed for a while till I, some how, started to take my clothing off. He pulled away and punched me in the arm. "Not now hun. Tonight." He gave me a wink, shoved my hot cup of wassle in my hands and scooted me out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started laughing at him, then it came into my head. What Wilson said when I called him. He told me to tell Fayt about a place called Point Pleasant in NJ. What were those two planning now? I turned to ask Fayt but all I got was the door in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why does that always happen?" I asked myself and went my way down the hallway towards the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas! I will update soon and House &amp;amp; Wilson have a Merry Christmas! They just left for Canada today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-1065807322563514869?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/1065807322563514869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=1065807322563514869' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/1065807322563514869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/1065807322563514869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-shopping.html' title='Christmas shopping'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-1929765879871573781</id><published>2006-12-21T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T06:55:17.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Greg contiued</title><content type='html'>He hung up on me...I'll get him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hung up my cell and placed it on my desk. "Whatever he must be in a bad mood. I'll just play my DS." Like Greg said, it was in my Inbox so I got it. I felt like playing PoP but when I turned it on...the game wasn't in there. The last one who had it was-....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GREG HOUSE!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-1929765879871573781?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/1929765879871573781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=1929765879871573781' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/1929765879871573781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/1929765879871573781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2006/12/call-greg-contiued.html' title='Call Greg contiued'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-6702023563911160605</id><published>2006-12-21T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T06:26:06.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Greg</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to - &lt;/strong&gt;Animals by Nickelback&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fayt is still asleep in our bed. I let him sleep for a while then I will jump right in there to hehe give him a good morning 'kiss'. I was lounging about in the living room, just re-reading a book I got (Alice in Wonderland), when I blinked. "Oh yeah I was going to call them." I looked up at the clock and got up. It was early, but I bet they wern't on vacation yet. So they would be either at work or home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked over to my desk and picked up the two cards they gave me, one was Wil's and the other was Greg's. &lt;em&gt;Which one...&lt;/em&gt; I waved the two cards a little then placed them face down on the desk. I closed my eyes and let my hand wave over them both till I laid my finger on one. When I turned it over I just chuckled, "Greg." I just shrugged and picked up my cell phone and called his home phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a while till someone picked it up. "What do you want!" I was taken back for a moment and then I realized I never had good timing with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its me Ed. I was just calling to check up on you guys." I whimpered in the back of my mind. &lt;em&gt;This will not be a pleasent convo I just know it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write the rest later, or Greg can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-6702023563911160605?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/6702023563911160605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=6702023563911160605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/6702023563911160605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/6702023563911160605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2006/12/call-greg.html' title='Call Greg'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-7347935735532752105</id><published>2006-12-20T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T19:23:46.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation and Maria</title><content type='html'>Well sorry I haven't been writing that much lately, I've been called to work a lot lately but now I'm on vacation. Fayt has been showering me with kisses and-Mmm some other things. Hes been happier then I've ever seen him. I can't count how many times he has showed off his ring to his students and friends. To tell the truth, I feel a little proud but embaressed about it. Though Fayt has the right to show off our love like this if it makes him happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I've been bring out my old violin and playing it for a little. My family is mostly Irish and some Germen as well so my sister had taught me irish folk songs to play. She even taught me how to pluck some songs too. Lately I've been transposing some Blackmore's Night songs to play for Fayt, and to play to myself in privet and dedication to my mother Angel. Always, when I play by myself I play the song The Old Hanging Tree in memory of her. That was the song I was playing when Cedric left me his charge to watch for three days, a little girl named Maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing away in my office when I heard the door open slowly. "Ed?" It was Cedric, he had a smile on his face as he listened to me play. "You haven't gotten rusty at all. I remember when you played every evening in our room." I laughed and put my bow down. I remembered too. We were room mates back in med school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, but there are a few things I need to work on till it all comes back to me." I placed my instrament down in its case and sat down. "What can I do you for? I know your too busy to listen to me play again." He nodded and pulled up a chair next to me. "Yes, well I'm going away with Maddie for a few days. Something in New York mind you." I had a grin on my lips. Since House and Wilson, I've been questioning Maddie and Ced's relationship. I think I'm getting somewhere. "I need you to watch a little girl of mine, Maria Jackson. Shes dying and I've been staying with her so she isn't so afraid. Since I'm leaving, I would like you to stay with her for a while, as a favor to me." A dying child kinda struck my heart a little. I loved kids...I hated seeing them dying. "Mad said no clinic duty for a week if you do take on this. So..." He looked up at me. "Whats it gonna be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes driffted over to my violin and I sighed softly. "Sure. You two have fun, I'll take care of her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cedric embrassed me from the side and burried his face in my hair. We had a bond, even though we joke a lot and fight. He knew seeing kids die would brake me someday and I knew it too. We stayed like that for a little while until I noticed Ced had already left my side and went out the door. I stood up and picked up my violin again and started playing. I don't know how long I was playing till I heard a snap and a sharp pain across my cheek. I had wore a string down and it snapped. The blood was flowing down my cheek onto my violin so I quickly pulled it away from me. "Ah well time to restring you." I smiled and wiped the blood away. "And get a bandage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ ~ ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I told Fayt I would be staying at the hospital more because of Ced's request. He sounded worried about the job but didn't say anything about it. Though I knew what he would say, 'Don't get personal', but that was always hard for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I walked into Maria Jackson's room the next morning and saw her in person. She was a pretty girl, but very fragel looking. She was way too thin and sickly, and her skin was pasty white. Her brown hair was long, down past her shoulders a few inches and she had light eyes. I looked over next to her seeing a heart moniter on, her heart rate was pretty low but Ced said that was normal, there was nothing they could do for her. He was going to tell me what she had but I stopped him not wanting to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maria looked up at me and smiled a little and looked back down at her hands. It was as if she didn't have anything left to smile about. I took my seat next to her and smiled back. "Hello I'm Dr. Marks. You can call me Edo." Edo was a nickname the kids would call me sometimes. "I'm here to watch you while Dr. McCarter is out." I chuckled at Ced's last name. His friends would call him Dr. Cedric, it was really Dr. McCarter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think he heard me laugh, because she looked up at me to see what was so funny. The little girl saw my bandage and he lifted her hand weakly to touch it. "What happened to you...?" Her voice was very soft, a little higher then a whisper. "Oh that. I was playing violin and the string snapped. I was playing too much you see." Her eyes lit up when I mentioned my violin. She told me she use to sing and play piano when she was in school. Maria was in 7th grade and went to a privet school. She was very musicly talented and she loved to sing to old songs. I guess we were a match made in heaven because she loved Irish folk songs and English ones as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Dr. Marks-I mean Edo. Promise you'll bring your violin tomorrow..." She asked shyly, hiding her blushing face. I took her hand and nodded. "Sure, and I'll even play you a song I know from heart." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The nurse walked in holding a tray of needles. I went pale and a little dizzy. "Oh god..." Before I knew it I was looking up at the same nurse on the floor fanning me. Maria was on her bed giggling softly. At least I made her laugh at me too. But there has to be a better way then fainting from needles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ ~ ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I came back tomorrow I brought my violin with me as I promised. "Hello Lady Maria." I bowed pulling out the instrament. "I would like to dedicat a peice from the master violinest Sir Edward James Marks." Again I bowed with bow in hand. She started to clap, she had such a large smile on her lips. I waxed my bow and started to play. I was a slow, but happy tune my mother written for my older sister that she played for her 16th birthday. When I was finished she clapped again and cheered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"I liked that. You play very well...how long have you been playing...?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I skrached my head with my bow and blinked. "How long have I? Mmm I think when I was seven. Not sure. My mother taught me when I was just a wee little lad." I imitated a Irish accent making her giggle. "She wrote songs for me to play and a few folk songs as well. And she taught me to dance." I put my left foot forward and smiled. "An Irish Dance of course."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Again, I started to play and when I stopped in between the songs I would dance for her. She loved it. The time flew as I played more for her, that I started to tier so I sat down next to her panting. "I haven't played like that in a while." I said and placed my violin down with the bow. "I think I need you around more so I can play a lot." Maria's eyes sadden and she looked away from me at a calender on the wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"I wish that too...but I'm going to die...so I can hope anymore..." I never knew a child could say that. "Dr. McCarter...he said...I won't make it...in a few weeks...maybe less...I will die..." &lt;em&gt;Ced told her!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Do you know why Dr. McCarter told you that?" She nodded. "Yes...I made him tell me..." I stared at her for a while and looked down. She wanted to know if she was going to live. All termenal children want to know that, some already knew their fate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"You know its okay to be scared of death. Its natrual for a child of your age." A child she was, but kids here had to grow up fast. "Everyone is scared of death. I am too."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Can you play that song you said you knew by heart." Maria quickly changed the subject, her face was still turned away from mine. I knew she didn't want to talk about it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Sure..." I picked up my bow and instrament and stood up in front of her bed. "Its a song from a band called Blackmore's Night." She nodded, showing she was listening. "A 10 years after my mother died...I played this song for her grave...Its called The Old Hanging Tree." I started to play the opening of the song. It was low, and sad, but just right for my mother. She told me it was her song. I started to sing along with my music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There have been many tales&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tainted by truth twisted by time…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some choose to forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet it still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weaves webs in their minds....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it seems like she's been here forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her branches as black as the seas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's been through it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the luck of the draw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She became the old hanging tree...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She asked for nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Except maybe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little rain...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They used her strength&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To help them steal lives away..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I heard a voice, small at first but started to become bolder, as Maria started to sing with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And she witnessed the sadness and sorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To this day she still doesn't know why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And her heart broke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When they came with the rope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To declare her the old hanging tree..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The song started to become faster as we both sang louder. Her voice was broken up a little. I knew she was holding back from crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Life stranger than fiction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can make you want to cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roots could never stop her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From reaching for the sky...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life stranger than fiction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can make you want to cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roots could never stop her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From reaching for the sky...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those years have all past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lucky for us lucky for her...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, children play at her feet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in her arms she cradles birds...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it seems she's been here forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But these days are the best that she's seen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still somewhere in the back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of her mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She was known as the old hanging tree...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, somewhere in the back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of her mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She was known as the old hanging tree..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I stopped playing and took a moment to compose myself. I was starting to get personal...this wasn't good. I looked up at Maria, her eyes were filled with tears and she was holding onto herself. When I saw this, I placed down my instrament and held her in my arms. "I'm scared..." Maria said over and over in my arms. "I'm so scared..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"I know..." Was all I could say. I couldn't get personal, but it was too late now. I hated when this happened, but when it came to children I couldn't help it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ ~ ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ced came back sunday and took charge of Maria again, but that didn't stop me from coming to check up on her. She enjoyed when Cedric and I fought over her bed like we were her parents. She told me it was funny, and she doesn't mind at all. I even met her parents that day. Her mother didn't seem to have any life in her, and her father was a rough looking man. He gave me an evil look when I huged Maria before I left for my vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes now I am on vacation. Fayt is also off from school for Christmas so I've been laying around in bed with him all this morning. He was glad for the sleep, and so was I. As I lay there I wondered if I should call up House sometime to talk. Its been a few days, but I bet he was glad you be rid of me that old bastered. I laughed at myself and held onto Fayt's warm body. I was just joking around so no one take that personally (HOUSE!). &lt;em&gt;I guess I will call them sometime, maybe tomorrow to see how they are doing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But for now I'm going back to sleep. I had a cold lately when I JUST got into vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-7347935735532752105?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/7347935735532752105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=7347935735532752105' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/7347935735532752105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/7347935735532752105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2006/12/vacation-and-maria.html' title='Vacation and Maria'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-4567865503721511047</id><published>2006-12-14T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T14:45:08.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BIG QUESTION!</title><content type='html'>I couldn't stop playing around with the box in my pocket all that night. It was driving me crazy trying to figure out what to say to Fayt when I asked him. I had to think of something clever, meaningful, and beautiful at the same time. Greg was watching me, as I could see, and he nugged Wilson to watch me too. Those two! I could feel my face burn up with embaressment. Then I heard that turn, the Wedding March. I shoot Greg a glare, "Pardon?" I said, gritting my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah," He gave me that lame ass smile, "That just came to my mind." I continued to stare at him, watching at how innocent he could be, but I nodded telling him it was alright. I'll get him next time though. But not now, I couldn't help at how beautiful Fayt looked tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never told anyone on this blog what he looks like. He was older and then me, but I was the tall one. He had soft, gental blue eyes and beautiful light blonde hair that was an inch above his shoulders. Fayt was slender and very in shape, he loved to go out for runs during the summer with me. I told him one day we will get a big black dog and run around the park with it. He laughed at that. So many times I couldn't help but brush our hands together. Blush was on Fayt's face when he beamed at me. He was so wonderful. My whole heart lit up as we gazed into each other's eyes. I could even hear a few sighs slip past his lips as we moved closer to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished our crabs (I had some crab cakes so did Fayt) and I could see how happy James and Greg were with the meal. Yes Baltimore had the best crabs. They wanted to order dessert, I thought it was a good idea, but then I heard the word 'darling' come out of James's mouth. I stared at them for a moment or two blinking. &lt;em&gt;Darling?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fayt just smiled and took my hand. "Darling?", He smiled more. "You're really close friends." What does Fayt mean by that? I was so confused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then a made was walking around, selling roses to couples. He past our table and I made a growl. &lt;em&gt;Stupid Homophob!&lt;/em&gt; Fayt could sence my anger and he kissed my temple softly. "He just think we're friends. Don't be angry." I slowly calmed down and kissed my lover's hand. "Yeah your right as always."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attention went up when I saw Jim walk back. &lt;em&gt;When did he leave?&lt;/em&gt; Thats when I saw the rose in his hand. My mind went blank as I watched what was going on between Greg and James. He got on his knee and handed House the rose, I could even see his hands trembling as well. "For nothing this wide universe I call, Save thou, my rose; in it thou art my all." &lt;em&gt;What the hell is going on!&lt;/em&gt; My mind rreally went blank when he sat back in his chair and started to kiss Greg. My eyes had to of fallen out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You", I coughed then just pointed at House, "...you two are...." Fayt just laughed at me and took my hand again. "This is obvious now, honey!" I could see his grin on his lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I never thought about that! Well...at first I thought...could they? But then...there was a one in a billion chance I thought..." I sighed at myself, how could I be so stupid? I had my thoughts from the start and I didn't even run with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes James is a real first prize." Greg smiled at us and I just sunk in my seat. &lt;em&gt;Why am I the stupid one? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this little revalation, we started eating our fudge cake. I shared one with Fayt while Greg shared his with James. I twitched everytime he made those damn noses. I glared at him a few times and bit my lip. He just did it louder to annoy me, but James seemed to like it. &lt;em&gt;Damn those two! I'll-&lt;/em&gt; My thoughts were cut off by Fayt putting his hands over his mouth and gasping. "Good Lord! Can this be true? Are you married?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT! I started at their rings as well. Thats how Greg knew about the gay marrige...he was already married...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes", James nodded answering with a smile. "We were married at Boston."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, hence you knew!" I just flung my hands up in the air and laid my head back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," House smirked at me, "You didn't ask why I knew, did you?" &lt;em&gt;Smug bastered! &lt;/em&gt;Fayt jumped in again. "You two are so lucky...I wish..." His voice faded when he said those two words. I knew what he wanted, he wanted to get married. We were so busy with work we didn't even know we could get married at all, but tonight everything would change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fayt..." I started and slowly stood up before him. He gave me a puzzled look but I shook my head. "Fayt you've been with me ever since we first met...I was wondering why a beautiful person like you would go for a mutt like. I'm younger then you for Christ's sakes." Fayt laughed and I took his hand. "I-I know sometimes I can't be the perfect lover, but you know I try my hardest to make you the happiest person in the world. I do everything to make you smile." Slowly, my hand slid into my pocket. "Now...let me...t-try to be...the perfect..." I blushed. "Husband..." I could see Fayt's baby blue eyes widen and start to water when I got onto my knee taking out the black box. I opened it showing the wedding ring to him and slowly let the words flow from my lips. "Fayt...will you marry me...and be with me forever?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took him awhile to answer. Tears were running down his cheeks and he seemed like he couldn't stop smiling or crying. "O-Oh Edward...Yes...Yes I'll marry you..." He flug himself on me, and wrapped my arms around my neck. "I'll be with you forever!" I held onto him for what seemed like forever then pulled Fayt away a little. "Your crying Fayt. Don't cry." I wipped away his tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your crying too Ed." He told me and kissed away my tears that I didn't even notice were falling down my own cheeks. I slipped the ring onto Fayt's finger and looked up in his eyes. "I love you so much." I couldn't help but feel every happy feeling in my body, it was even trembeling from all the things that had happen. "I love you too Edward." Fayt whispered back to me and kissed me softly on the lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I fell back from heaven, we both got into our seats, blushing and beaming at one another. I looked over at our friends to find James tearing up and holding onto Greg's arm. Greg smiled at me, as if he was saying good job. I smiled back at him and nodded. This has to have been one of the best days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had left the resturant late that night. Greg and I were talking about a few stupid things (tips on how to hide from Maddie) and Fayt was showing off his ring to James. I wish they could stay, they both were nice, and they were good friends. I looked up at Greg and leaned against their car. "You have to leave soon don't you?" I said and smiled sadly at them. "Gonna miss you guys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House smiled and leaned next to me, propping his cane up against me. "Yeah we do, but you guys can come and see us in PPTH sometime. I bet you need the vacation." I laughed and nodded at how true it was. We both needed a vacation. "Here," He handed me a card. "Its got our number on it. Call us anytime." For a while I looked at the card then turned my gaze to Fayt and James. "Sure..." I turned to him and smiled. "Count on it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-4567865503721511047?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/4567865503721511047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=4567865503721511047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/4567865503721511047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/4567865503721511047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2006/12/big-question.html' title='THE BIG QUESTION!'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-3477179032823364556</id><published>2006-12-14T04:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T04:10:23.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak outs before dinner!</title><content type='html'>Before we went off to the resturant I was freaking out. I had made myself look nice tonight cause...I was going to ask Fayt to marry me tonight. I was going to do it, and we will get married (in Canada or maybe England cause he loves England). Slowly I pulled the box out of my pocket and blushed. This baby cost me a lot, but it was all worth it for Fayt. A Leo cut, 49K gold...it was beautiful. I couldn't wait to see Fayt's face when he sees me get on my knee to ask him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ed, we have to leave!" Fayt called me and I quickly shoved the box back into my pocket. "Uh yeah, I'm coming." Insted of jeans tonight, I wore dress pants (black) with a white dress shirt and around my neck a loose black tie. I looked good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're taking the bike," I said and smirked, "I like when your arms are around me." But Fayt just groaned, he hated ridding my Suzuki. Well we're off, Wilson is posting the dinner do read his blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-3477179032823364556?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/3477179032823364556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=3477179032823364556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/3477179032823364556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/3477179032823364556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2006/12/freak-outs-before-dinner.html' title='Freak outs before dinner!'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-6575818213085003313</id><published>2006-12-13T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T13:20:25.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Lunch</title><content type='html'>Lunch was great with House and Wilson. I had reated enough to give back comments of my own when House was cracking a joke on me. Getting to know them was fun, and I enjoyed it. James was the nice and calm one as I could see. He was as he looked, clean-cut and mannored. Fayt will enjoy his company very well. Me, I liked talking with Greg. I was younger then him and I was eger to learn a thing or two from him (even if its how to hide from Maddie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had told them about myself, about Fayt really. I was wondering if they would be offended if they were hanging around a homosexual, but they didn't seem to mind, in fact oddly they seemed happy about it. Odd to me really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fayt called me while we were walking back to the Hospital. The ring tone was My Heart Will Go On and I never blushed so red in my life. "Sorry...I...I forgot to turn it off..." I said and James, Jim he asked me to call him, smiled softly. "Never mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lover called me and asked about our date tonight. I whimpered and sighed. "A-Ah well..." I looked down and smiled a little. "Yeah its still on. I can't wait to see you, you remember to dress up." He giggled at the comment and kissed the phone as if he was kissing my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course Ed, I can't wait to have dinner with you. Its been such a long time." I smiled softly and kissed the phone. "Yeah I'm glad we are doing this too." We both said our lengthly good-byes and I hung up the phone. Great, this will cost be a little more, but I gave the card to Greg and James. Besides, I would do anything for Fayt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Was that your better half?" Greg grinned at me, making my face brun again.  "Yes...um...that was Fayt." My face was still burning red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson put his hand in his pocket and pulled out the dinner for two card I gave them. "And I think this was for him," and then he handed it back to me. I blushed again and smiled. "Uh, thank you!" YAY! Now I don't have to pay. That was nice of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were about to leave the resturant and head back to the hospital, but something tugged at my mind I sipped on the last of my tea. &lt;em&gt;James was nice to give that card back, so I need to do something for them&lt;/em&gt;. "Maybe you'll want to join us this evening?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both looked at me, Greg blinked for a moment and seemed like he was going to say something till Jim came in and agreed to dinner with us tonight. I smiled big and gulped down the last of my tea. I then saw Greg looked up at me, resting his chin on his hand. "So - are you married to him?" I looked down staring at the table. I wanted to get married to Fayt, but...I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Married? No...of course not. We can't marry." He gave me a look and nodded. "But yes, you can. You could get married in Canada. Or at Boston." &lt;em&gt;Huh? How does he know that?&lt;/em&gt; But I didn't care how he knew, all the thoughts in my head were of Fayt now. Hmm...a suprise is in order tonight now. I have only a few hours, but I think I can do it. House knew I had something going on in my head, and I didn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left after a few moments and last spoken words. "See you tonight, I'll meet you at the resturant." I waved at them and walked towards the hospital parking lot. Before I got onto my Sazuki I called Fayt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey its me baby." I chuckled. "We're having dinner guests. Knew friends of mine that are in town for congress."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really! Oh hun this will be great. What are their names?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doctor Gregory House and Dr. James Wilson. You'll like Wilson."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sure I will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay hun I'll see you tonight. Love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love you more." He hung up before we got in that weird agurement again. But I didn't need to be in that arguement, I needed to get something before it gets late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-6575818213085003313?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/6575818213085003313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=6575818213085003313' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/6575818213085003313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/6575818213085003313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2006/12/after-lunch.html' title='After Lunch'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-6860023890185334577</id><published>2006-12-12T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T14:12:12.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lecture with Dr. House</title><content type='html'>I snuck into the room as one doctor left the stage after he gave his lecture. It was, as I undertsood, House's turn to start talking. I got a good seat in the front and I had brought my notebook with me (I write notes in penicl better then typing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of my condition, I stayed in my office for the night. Ced (like always) got me new clothes in the morning and asked what I was going to do for the day. I lied and said I would sleep more, but I was really going to see this lecture. At least infectious diseases were a little instrasting then anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the cornor of my eye, I saw him. Dr. Gregory House playing a blue Nintendo-THAT WAS MY DS!!!! I shoved my hands into my lab coat and felt around. H-He...grabbed my DS without me knowing!!! I was about to scream bloody murder, but the anoucer came on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now we would like Dr. Gregory House of Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital to come to the stage to give us his lecture on infectious diseases. Dr. House?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House stood up and slipped MY DS into his coat. I held myself back from jumping up there and grabbing back my game. At least it was only POP...not my beloved Mairo Kart. &lt;em&gt;Mmm if he plays games I bet he knows Mairo Kart. Maybe I should play him sometime.&lt;/em&gt; My thoughts were cut off my Greg starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Infectious deseases...where do I start. First of all-" His eyes fell on me and he paused. I just smiled at the older and looked back down at my notebook, but I pulled out a sharpy. I skribbled something and held it up a little so only Greg could see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go on Dr. House. I'm listening, and...RETURN MY DS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Edward&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just smirked at me and started his lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny to me was all through the lecture I was smiling and really thinking. I liked the way he told stories about things that happened at PPTH. I was really enjoying myself. I guess Greg wasn't all bad, just you have to get use to the smugness. Though I think he loved to maintan that quality, then highlights any day. Sometimes I would look up at him, and he would look over at me. It was like he was teaching me a thing or two about what being a doctor meant. I knew what it meant, but I think he wanted me to see from his point of veiw rather then mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the lecture was over, I gathered up my stuff and headed towards him. "Hey, if your busy or anything. I could take you to lunch or something. My treat?" I smiled at him, like we were becoming friends. If he thinks its a date I'll shoot him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House blinked at me for a few times and smirked. "Okay your paying and," He held up my DS, "I'll hang on to this for a while." WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO! GIVE IT BACK!" But before I knew it, he was hobbling away! I ran after him, my face beat red. "DR. HOUSE GIVE ME BACK MY GAME!" I yelled. But to tell the truth, I was having a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-6860023890185334577?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/6860023890185334577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=6860023890185334577' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/6860023890185334577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/6860023890185334577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2006/12/lecture-with-dr-house.html' title='Lecture with Dr. House'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-6449318694997460865</id><published>2006-12-12T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T04:15:23.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting...</title><content type='html'>Before I met up with them, Maddie told me a few things that I needed to know. House used a cane, he can be a jerk, watch out for the smart comments and kiss major ass. I knew I had to kiss major ass cause I felt like I already did something very wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll be fine Marks." Maddie said, patting me on my shoulder as I walked away. "Easy for you to say..." I muttered back to him and headed for the entrance. I had been sent on Maddie's 'laundry list' as I called it ever since what happened with Erik. I don't know, but I think he doesn't trust me anymore, or he is trying to protect me. I hated it. Being a topic from behind my back. Oh well, now for these two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Gregory House seemed older then me, maybe by 10 years or so. He didn't wear the tie and dress shirt thing like I wore to work, though do you dress up like your going to work for this thing? It was true that he was on a cane, but it seemed odd to me why he was on it. I took a quick look at his leg wondering what happened to him. He gave me a smug look and I looked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Wilson seemed nicer then House. He was well kept and very clean cut looking, handsome at that (of course House was handsome, but in a rough way). Though from the look in his eye, he was all too happy to be here at all. Great, I thought as I smiled at them, I made strike one today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello I'm Dr. Edward James Marks..." I put out my right hand to Dr. House then stopped. I put the hand out to where he would have to take his hand off his cane. Oh god...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I-I'm sorry..." Quickly I switched hands. "I'm tired tonight...I can see well..." It was true, I was tired as a dog and it showed, I was pale and I had dark circles under my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pleasure is ours," House said, "Though I thought they would be nice to cripels in this hospital." The cornor of my mouth twitched and I was about to put down my unshakened hand, but Wilson stepped in and shook it. "I'm Dr. James Wilson and this Gregory House." I nodded to show I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pleasure..." I said, but I think no one had any pleasure in this meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed them around the hospital and told them about a few programs we had here. I kept it short and sweet, even skipping a few places. I knew Maddie will have my head for this, but I didn't care, I wanted sleep, and I bet these guys wanted out of here. As we walked around, I kept watching them. From their body movements, they seem to stay close together. Sometimes I even caught their's hands brushing up against each other. &lt;em&gt;Could they?&lt;/em&gt; I shook my head again. &lt;em&gt;No way...they couldn't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to the entrance I let out a slow breath. I was more tired then I thought. "Well I hope you enjoy the...whatever. Maddie said if you needed anything, just call me..." I gave Dr. House my card. The older man looked at it then looked up at him. "You made this yourself?" I could feel the red heat on my face, as I nodded. "Doctors don't get their cards made by someone else?" I shook my head like a kid. "Well...they do, but I made those...I mean, I didn't want to trouble anyone." More like I didn't have the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You didn't know what was going on in your own hospital. The congress I mean." House threw the card up like a playing card that Wilson caught. "Greg." He gave him a warning tone, but Dr. House went on. "It seems to me that your the guy to go to about this kind of stuff. What, do you even babysit for them?" Another twitch. "Your the door mat doctor, or you just don't care about what is going on here. You just do your job as quickly as possiable like you did this one." I stepped back and stared at him. He had the guts to say that to someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I-I...well..." I stuttered and tried to say something to defend myself but he kept going. "This could of been done tomorrow, but instend you wanted to get it over and done with huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"N-No! Maddie called me and told me to take you guys tonight." Everything was going bad. Forget strikes, talk about blows below the belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House laughed at me and glared. "Do you always do what your boss says?" Wilson behind him shook his head. "You don't give a damn about us, or this hospital do you? Go tell Dr. Maddie if he wants us to do those speeches, he can get someone else to do the job right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snaped. "I care! I do my job right!" Thats it, I had enough. I will tell him who cares. I cared ever since I was a med student. "You don't think I care about this place huh? Well look here, I do. Even though our place is not as big and fancy as yours, it still works as well. I do give a damn, because I wouldn't still be here if I didn't. If I didn't I would have gone to a bigger hospital and got more money..." Whew...I feel dizzy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older doctor hobbled over to me closer and placed his unused hand on my shoulder. "Take a joke kid. You just bothered us at the wrong time." Wait one second. That was all a joke? I turned my head, watching him as he left the building. Before I knew it, it was Wilson's hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry about it Dr. Marks, he gets that way when hes been disterbed." He gave me a smile. "You should get some sleep, you look like you need it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah...I know..." I was giving out fast so I just leaned against him a little. "I feel like I already screwed up again..." I gave him a small laugh and pushed away from him. "I'm sorry about disturbing you two...." I bowed my head at him and started to walk away then I stopped. I handed Dr. Wilson a slip of paper. "Its a dinner for two thing at this place I know. Has good crab. The directions are on the back. Its free so treat yourselves...Its a good resturant and bar." That dinner was for Fayt, but I think they needed it. I walked away without seeing what his reaction was. All I wanted to do was sleep, but House got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will attend this congress after all. I need to show him up anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-6449318694997460865?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/6449318694997460865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=6449318694997460865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/6449318694997460865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/6449318694997460865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2006/12/meeting.html' title='Meeting...'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-4256796159228507817</id><published>2006-12-12T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T01:17:28.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...ahh</title><content type='html'>I got done with talking to House. I feel as though I interupted something. "Hmmm could they...." I thought for a moment. "Nah no way. A one in a billion chance....but I'm never wrong about these things...." I strugged it off and went to get my coat. Fayt went to sleep early so I won't be missed. I sighed softly and grabbed the keys (I'm taking my Sazuki today, and no not the car).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well here we go...." I slipped my Nintendo DS in my pocket of my doctors coat just incase I had to wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-4256796159228507817?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/4256796159228507817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=4256796159228507817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/4256796159228507817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/4256796159228507817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2006/12/ahh.html' title='...ahh'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-3135119896646819529</id><published>2006-12-11T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T16:01:56.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Listening to: &lt;strong&gt;Minnie the Moocher by the Blues Brothers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my old CD of the Blues Brothers on. I loved their songs, so classical and jazzy. I was always a sucker for them ever since I was a kid. Minnie the Moocher was one of my favorites and I sang it for Fayt when we were in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey folks here's the story 'bout Minnie the Moocher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She was a low-down Hoochie Koocher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She was the roughest toughest frail&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But Minnie had a heart as big as a whale  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hidey Hidey Hidey Hi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hodey odey odey oh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heedey Heedey Heedey Hee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hidey Hidey Hidey Ho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She messed around with a bloke named smokey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She loved him though he was cokey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He took her down to Chinatown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And showed her how to kick the gong around &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hidey Hidey Hidey Hi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whooooooaaaap!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heedey Heedey Heedey Hee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hidey Hidey Hidey Ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She had a dream about the King of Sweden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He gave her things that she was needin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He gave her a home built of gold and steel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A diamond car with the platinum wheels&lt;br /&gt;Hidey Hidey Hidey Hi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whooooooaaaap!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heedey Heedey Heedey Hee&lt;br /&gt;Hidey Hidey Hidey Ho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He gave her is townhouse and his racin' horses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each meal she ate was a dozen courses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had a million dollars worth of nickels and dimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She sat around and counted them a million times &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hidey Hidey Hidey Hi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whooooooaaaap!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heedey Heedey Heedey Hee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hidey Hidey Hidey Ho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poor Min', Poor Min', Poor Min'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cell rang, the stupid jinggle again so I knew it was Maddie. I picked it up and got the ear drum buster of my life. "Call them right now!!! You are showing them around the hospital this evening!!!!" CLICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked at my phone and sighed. Okay, I thought as I started to punch in the numbers for their hotel, calling them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rang for a while till the front desk picked it up. "Yes hello ma'ma. Would you please conect me to Dr. Gregory House and Dr. James Wilson's room?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-3135119896646819529?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/3135119896646819529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=3135119896646819529' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/3135119896646819529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/3135119896646819529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2006/12/call.html' title='Call'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-3915880032202343457</id><published>2006-12-11T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T13:48:07.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got home early</title><content type='html'>Maddie let me come home early today because I had a 'big' day tomorrow and I was going to call them at their hotel tonight. I found out why Dr. House and Dr. Wilson were coming to this hospital. There was a congress tomorrow. I never liked going to those things, but I know Ced will pull me into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked up to the apartment and opened the door. "I'm home..." I yelled out to see if Fayt was home. He wasn't...I sighed and colasped on the couch. "Noooo....oh well..." A grin slowly formed on my face. "....I HAVE MCRIBS!" Pulling out the bag, I raised it up over my head. "ORGY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will call them later after I've eatten!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-3915880032202343457?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/3915880032202343457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=3915880032202343457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/3915880032202343457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/3915880032202343457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-got-home-early.html' title='I got home early'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-1610020025636925897</id><published>2006-12-11T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T04:13:15.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Doctors?</title><content type='html'>I had gotten the profiles and junk for the people who I am going to show around the hospital. But only the two guys from NJ were the only ones I seemed to be intrested in. They were both from the same Hospital. One was a Oncologist named Dr. James Wilson the other was a diagnostician, Dr. Gregory House (he seems to have a record on him). Mmm that name did ring a bell somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked them up on the internet and looked at their Hospital. The reaction was thus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HOLY FRIGGEN JESUS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hospital was huge!!! Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital was something of a college along with the hospital. Our medical college is a few blocks away somewhere and students came to us. I've never seen them combinded into one before. But then again, I've never been out of Maryland that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was odd, why in the world would they want to see our hospital? Well I don't know, but I have to do my job right or my head with be on the OBGYN louge by thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of OBGYN I have to get down there soon. Dr. Woods (Arty I call him) was sick today so I have to act as nurse for the sick babies...I always hated going...I never liked seeing sick young babies in those clear domes, wondering if they were going to live. The worst thing is knowing they are going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh! Okay think happy thoughts! Oh wait I can't, cause Maddie is already at my door pounding on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-1610020025636925897?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/1610020025636925897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=1610020025636925897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/1610020025636925897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/1610020025636925897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2006/12/doctors.html' title='The Doctors?'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-8499580832682467282</id><published>2006-12-10T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T22:11:58.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job?</title><content type='html'>The my cell phone rang a stupid jinggled that made me want to shoot it. I lifed my hand up and grabbed it off the nightstand then opened it up. "Yellow? Its 1 in the morning so whatever you want...it better be good...." I hope I didn't wake up Fayt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie's voice came up on the other line. "Ed I've got a job for you to do. Your going to be showing some people in a few days around the hospital." He had that I-really-don't-want-to-do-this-so-you-do-it in his voice as he spoke. "You better be kind to them." And then he hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing peopel around? What was I? A Tour Guide for Hitchhikers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-8499580832682467282?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/8499580832682467282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=8499580832682467282' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/8499580832682467282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/8499580832682467282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2006/12/job.html' title='Job?'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-6176394235372704440</id><published>2006-12-10T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T14:40:17.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God I'm tired!</title><content type='html'>My concerts went well (thank God I have only one more to do!) so I thought I would have a restful weekend before I went back to the hospital (and to Maddie...), but no I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My older sister Mary has a son named Kanie. Hes a cute kid (fag no less), but somewhat annoying for a sixteen year old. She was going out of town for the weekend so she dropped him off at my apartment. The shock I think is still on my face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I opened the door the kid pounced on me, knocking me to the ground. He smiled down at me as he straddled my chest. "Hey Uncle Edo." Kanie said in that cute, but toxic tone of his. "Your looking after me for the weekend" I bet the color drained from my face cause the asked me if I was sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FAYT!" I yelled, wondering how in the hell Mary got past Fayt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I know Edward...but I couldn't turn her down." Fayt walked out with his book in his hand (he was studying the book so he knew what to change for his classes). "Kanie is sleeping on the couch, so pull out some blackets for him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted a weekend with my beloved, sometime for myself to relax, but my sister had to pop in and drop off the Rainbow Sunshin of Joy. This will be a longggggggg weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night 1: Kanie didn't turn off the tv that night before he feel asleep. The bad thing was, it was on HBO and on HBO late at night it has porn. When I heard the moaning and groaning coming from the living room I rushed right in and yelled at Kanie only to find the tv. God! When will this kid turn off the goddamn tv before he goes to sleep!!!! Although...I stayed and watched the rest of it cause it was guy on guy action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fayt came in a little later and beat my head in for watching it. Ow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: Kanie went off with his friends so I was a happy puppy!!! Yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slipped into the bed with Fayt and wrapped my arms around him. "Fayt..." I wispered into his ear softly, letting my lips brush against the skin. I could feel him shiver under my touch. "Kanie is not here...so you know what that means..." My hands were already at work on his shirt, one by one slowly unbottoning it reveling just a small amout of skin at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fayt was thrashing a little under me as my lips went down to the skin on his chest. I've been waiting for him for a long time and nothing was going to stop me this-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"UNCLE EDWARD! WHERE IS THE PS3?!" And the moment was ruined....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanie had told his friends I had a PS3 and they wanted to play...so his friends stayed all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night 2:  He left the HBO on again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: Mary had come to pick the kid up this morning. Thank God!!!! I was already tired because of the tv last night. I didn't want to go turn it off cause it sounded something real taboo then male sex. I think I heard a dog bark or something. Jezz! Thats weird. Now I have my lovely Fayt all to myself tonight so I'm going to leave. I can already hear him calling. Maybe I'll even post what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-6176394235372704440?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/6176394235372704440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=6176394235372704440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/6176394235372704440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/6176394235372704440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2006/12/god-im-tired.html' title='God I&apos;m tired!'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-2039043222173661762</id><published>2006-12-07T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T13:02:48.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazz Band Concert</title><content type='html'>Oh dear lord I forgotten about that! Being sick has made me forget all the concerts I am playing in this week and next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazz Band: Thrusday (today) and Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Week (and two days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concert Band: Monday December 18th Christmas Concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my lips will be woren out by the time Christmas day and I know I will not kissing Fayt with sore lips (I play 2nd trumpet in Jazz Band and 1st in Concert Band, 3rd Chair). Even though I Will be tired and my lips will hurt beyond reconing, I still enjoy concerts. I enjoy most of all playing music. I've been playing since I was just in 6th grade and I stopped when I was in Medical School for a while for my studies, but I jumped right back into it when I heard a few of my friends talk about music. I was so happy, and Fayt was happy to listen to me play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled my Bach Omaga trumpet out of its case and started to polish it for tonight. I was already in my tux so I made sure not to get oil stains on myself. I was so happy that Fayt loved watching me play, it meant a lot to me that I could play for him when we were alone together. For me, music is another part of who I am (like when I try to write poitry). I love the feel, the way it makes me feel after I played. Sometimes, back in high school, I would be feeling down, but when I started playing in Band Class my spirits lifted all the way to heaven. That was how happy I felt when I played my music. I never got enough of it. I even started singing with my older sister Mary sometimes for school things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is one of my most greatest passions. Helping people in the hospital and friends is another, but on the top of the list is Fayt (of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hear Fayt hum some Christmas tunes in the room as he got ready for the preformance. He loved dressing up for these things, he always looked so sexy and well dressed. Fayt told me once that he felt like he was going out to the opra house when he comes to my concerts. It was true. Preformers and spectators had to go by a dress code, very fancy. Concert Band was even fancier, but I didn't mind as long as I played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shoot! I have to get going. I need to practice some scales so I can get the right pitch. Eh that man down staires can eat his balls if he yells at me for playing one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-2039043222173661762?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/2039043222173661762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=2039043222173661762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/2039043222173661762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/2039043222173661762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2006/12/jazz-band-concert.html' title='Jazz Band Concert'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-4957794598430997877</id><published>2006-12-06T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T08:24:12.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>I'm sick today so Maddie let me off of work. Fayt had already gone to the college,  but not before leaving me some hot chicken noodle soup for me and a few pills for my cold. He knew I was tired so he placed some sleeping pills along with them (but I didn't take them). I didn't sleep at all last night. When I did I just had weird dreams of someone taking care of me, a doctor I think. I don't know it was just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had gotten out of bed when I felt well and took a long hot shower to clear my nose. God I hate colds. I got this because I was out with Jessica on the balceny. We didn't have our coats on either. I don't think she got a cold cause she was in my arms most the time so she was quite warm. Though after the party Maddie gave me a long talk about the makeup that was on my rental suit and how much it was going to coast him (aka coast me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out of the shower when I felt it get cold and then made my way to the kitchen to eat the soup. If there is one thing my lover is good at when he can't cook, its soup. He knows how to make it, how hot, what to put in it, anything. He makes a damn fine chicken noodle soup to make me start calling it Fayt's Speical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to watch TV while I eat. Hope something good is on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-4957794598430997877?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/4957794598430997877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=4957794598430997877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/4957794598430997877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/4957794598430997877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2006/12/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-184410445457831390</id><published>2006-12-05T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:51:33.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regreat for Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I called Fayt (after I got over being stripped by Maddie) and told that I had a dinner to go to. He let me off the hook, and told me to have fun. I know I wouldn't. At least there would be one thing there that would brighten up that dinner...so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends (Dr. Maddie, Dr. Cedric and long with our student Dr. Artemis Woods) and myself were sitting at the table in the front. I shivered a little because I knew old women were smiling and staring at me. A few were alseep. The dinner was boring as always, old people came up and hugged me and kissed my cheek. I pittied the young kids who were here and had gotten the same treatment. If only she-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uncle Edward!" A voice I knew came up from behind me and soon I found myself on the floor with a young girl on me. It was Jessica. Oh I forgot, her father is a doctor (Rodney) who worked for the Nursing Home. She had met me when I was still a student, around seven I think. Now she was all grown up (sixteen) and she still calls me Uncle Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jess, hey hun." I said and hugged her tightly. She had gotten so pretty, so I had to take a picture to show to Fayt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005241733504553570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="258" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTsoqt6uI54/RXYw1nR_0mI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RkSYJVS3dJU/s320/Jesse12.JPG" width="212" border="0" /&gt; Just then her father came up to us and shook my hand. She was an older man, around 48 I think, with a very weird personality. He went off to talk to Maddie and Cedric. Then I took my chance. I grabbed hold of Jess and ran out with her to the balcany. It was freezing cold, and already snowing, but we didn't seem to mind. Jess went and hung on the metal bars of the balcany. Then, when I was watching her, I remember the last time I saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jess...how are you doing?" I said softly, keeping my voice low. She turned and smiled at me sad, I hated when she tried to hide herself from me. "Good...better..." Was all she said and she turned away from me, as if to hide her sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago one of her friends Erik killed himself. He was pyhcodic and he was very sick. He and Jess were very close, and I found out from her that she even loved him very much. They made a promise when he went into the hospital that he wouldn't do anything to himself if she wouldn't...but he broke his promise to her. Jess, like Erik was going through depression. Erik was the only one she could talk to about those things, but when he got sick it was hard for her to hold back her tears. The worse thing was...he was under my care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jess..." I called out when I saw her lean over the edge a little. I could see wet spots on her cheeks as she tried to hold back from crying. "I...I promised...I-I can't..." She said and ran into my arms, sobbing. "Its not fair! Its not fair!" Jess repeted those words over and over as her makeup smeared on my dress shirt. I didn't mind...as long as she came to me crying and not a knife or a cliff. "Its okay...shhhh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so much regreat for what happened that day. I was watching Erik and I only left for two minutes. It was all it took for him to hang himself with the IV. He even made sure that we could bring him back by shoving things down his throat, brake the surenges of medican and everything else. He was smart, but still stupid for leaving Jess alone to fend for herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-184410445457831390?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/184410445457831390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=184410445457831390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/184410445457831390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/184410445457831390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2006/12/regreat-for-dinner.html' title='Regreat for Dinner'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTsoqt6uI54/RXYw1nR_0mI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RkSYJVS3dJU/s72-c/Jesse12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-1512035493489566570</id><published>2006-12-05T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T13:41:03.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DON'T WANNA GO!!!!</title><content type='html'>Maddie is tugging my arm. He is telling me I have to go to the Nursing Home Dinner or else...I'll take the 'or else' part then going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please don't make me go Mad! I don't wanna! I'll do Clinic Duty five more months if you don't make me go." I said getting on my knees in front of him. He just stared down at me. "You have to go Ed! Now come on," He garbbed my arm again, "We have your suit ready."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooo! I hate dressing up! I don't wanna be in a suit. "Please Maddie!!! PLEASEEEEE!" My hands clasped together in a silent pray. "Please!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO!" I think the whole room, maybe even the whole building, shook when he shouted. From the red face and those glaring eyes, I knew he was pissed off at me, but I didn't care. I kept on begging as if my life was going to end that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Cedric walked in with a large plastic bag in his arms. I knew what it was...it was my suit.  My friend gave me a weird look. Maybe because I had the look of horror on my face at sight of the large bag. "It isn't a body bad Ed." He chuckled at me and unzipped it. "Easy for you to say." I replied and grabbed my desk. I knew Maddie was going to strip me down to put that suit on...and...he was already looking at me with that look in his eyes...oh no....help...HELP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AHHHH!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-1512035493489566570?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/1512035493489566570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=1512035493489566570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/1512035493489566570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/1512035493489566570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-dont-wanna-go.html' title='I DON&apos;T WANNA GO!!!!'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-1888419305691404270</id><published>2006-12-05T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T06:46:17.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick</title><content type='html'>I am at work so this has to be quick! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walked in my office today I got a letter from Maddie. It was an invit to the Nursing Home Dinner. Great, the Old People's Snore Feast. The problem is I HAVE TO GO! I'm going to call Fayt tonight to tell him I won't be home until late. Okay gotta get back to those charts then to Clinic Duty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-1888419305691404270?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/1888419305691404270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=1888419305691404270' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/1888419305691404270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/1888419305691404270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2006/12/quick.html' title='Quick'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-9025826943519710436</id><published>2006-12-05T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T04:18:13.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Chip Pancakes</title><content type='html'>Good MORNING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to sleep in my own bed last night and I feel great!!! Forget Tony the Tiger. I FEEL GREAT! Though I didn't get a lot of sleep last night. When I got into bed I couldn't help but watch Fayt sleeping next to me. When he is asleep he is so cute, I just want to poke his little red cheeks. But enough of that, I must kiss ass. Meaning I have to make Fayt Chocolate Chip Pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly, I slipped out of bed and walked into the bathroom to take my shower. While I was in there I kept wondering why he let me back in. Sometimes he would be angry for maybe a week or two if he was really mad and all. Oh well, I'm lucky so I should stop thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dripping wet when I came back out, I stood in front of the bed to see in Fayt was still asleep. He was. He was always a heavy sleeper, I had to wake him up sometimes so he could get ready for work. Oh yeah I have work too, I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, now lets get some clothes on." I said to myself and opened up the closet. I pulled on my work clothes and coat and then went to the kitchen to make pancakes. Thats when the song came into my head. Wind It Up by Gwen. I smirked at myself as I slipped my new CD into the player and started to sing with it as I made the pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Yeah)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the key that makes us wind up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the beat comes on, the girls all line up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the boys all look, but no, they can’t touch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the girls want to know why the boys like us so much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to shake my butt then flipped a pancake up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They like the we dance, they like the way we work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They like that way that L.A.M.B. is going across my shirt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They like the way my pants, it compliments my shape (She’s crazy, right?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They like the way we react everytime we dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You still listen to that song?" Fayt said and I turned around quickly. "Oh hunny hey. Your awake!" I waved at him with the fork in my hand (I eat the deformed pancakes when they don't turn out well). "And yes I do cause it just came out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmhmm." Was all he said before he sat down in the chair. I guess he was just a little mad at me, but he won't be when he eats my pancakes. A wicked grin came to my lips and I put down his palte that was full of pancakes. "Here its your favorite. Chocolate Chip." Those two words caught his attention and he looked down at the steaming food on the plate. "Chocolate Chip?" He repeated and started to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness!!! I said in my head and started to dance a little to my music until my eyes already saw the smeared chocolate on the cornor of his mouth. I licked my own lips as I moved down to his level. "Fayt." I said softly and he look up into my eyes. He let my tongue run across his lips before I hit my primary goal, the smeared chocolate. Little gasps made it to my ears as I moved back to Fayt's lips and kissed him deeply. Its been a while since I kissed him.  Our tongues wrapped around each other causes us to moan at each other's touch. I could already feel my knees go weak so I had to pull away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh Fayt." I gasped and looked down at him, then grinned. "I'm glad you like those pancakes." I gave him a wink and peeked him on the lips again before and grabbed my coat. "I have to go hun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay you behave Ed." Fayt gave me one of those all knowing smiles and stood up. "I'll finish them after my shower. I think I need it now." My eye brow raised as I watched him walk away taking off his shirt. I gulped looking up his beautiful back and slowly let out a soft sigh. "Wow..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gezz! Work! Work! God I wish I could skip, but I got a lot of charts to finish. So this might be the last post today or something. But as I walked out I heard Fayt scream,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EDWARD! YOU TOOK ALL THE HOT WATER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah crap! I'm out of here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-9025826943519710436?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/9025826943519710436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=9025826943519710436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/9025826943519710436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/9025826943519710436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2006/12/chocolate-chip-pancakes.html' title='Chocolate Chip Pancakes'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-7212890141916146240</id><published>2006-12-04T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T19:06:03.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Free</title><content type='html'>It is a full moon tonight so I didn't take a cab home. I wanted to walk out in the moonlight for a while, even if it was cold. Fayt always liked the 'long walks in the moonlight' thing and I did too. It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my large wool black wool coat on and gloves so the cold wasn't that bad. I don't mind the cold, just hate sleeping on the hard cold ground of a hallway floor. Though it really was my fault, he had warned me before about calling him, I could of gotten him in trouble. I was glad I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light shone down on me and I could see my long shadow in front of me as I walked back home to the apartment. I did funny moves as I walked to make my shadow seem like it was doing a kind of dance. I did that with Fayt once when we were walking out in the park. He thought I was silly, but I knew he loved it. My eyes went up to the windows and I saw that the lights had been turned off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Must be asleep." I said to myself as I walked into the building. Fayt does work too much. He teaches at a college so he has to read all these papers, and reports. Sometimes I would find him asleep on his desk with a few papers with drool spots on them (I think thats cute). I worry for him sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some odd reason the welcome mat was out. We never put that thing out because it was so tacky. It had 'welcome' in a weird girly font and had a mother hen on it. The only time we put it out was when-...I blinked for a moment and lifted it up. The apartment key, my apartment key was under it. Without hesitation, I took up the key and unlocked the door (taking the welcome mat cause I don't want anyone to see the stupid thing). I guess Fayt forgave me after all...but this means I have to kiss some major ass. Oh great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-7212890141916146240?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/7212890141916146240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=7212890141916146240' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/7212890141916146240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/7212890141916146240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2006/12/home-free.html' title='Home Free'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-2605816608334022512</id><published>2006-12-04T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T13:33:43.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mc Rib Orgy!</title><content type='html'>A few moans slipped past my lips as I stuffed my Mc Rib in my mouth and chewed it slowly. "Ohhh yeah..." I gasped and leaned back in my chair to put my feet up on my desk. It had been so long since I had a Mc Rib and boy I was living it up. I would live off of them if I wasn't afraid I'd get fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmmm!!!" I shoved it in my mouth again and cloesed my eyes. "MMMMM!" Though in the back of my mind, I was making sounds like I was having sex with a Mc Rib. I wonder if anyone could hear me? A smirk grew on my lips as I startet to groan louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh baby your all I need." Few more shoves in my mouth. "I" Groan. "Love" Moan. "You" Gasp. "So" Whimper. "MUCH!" Cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when my door fell open and Dr. Maddie and Dr. Cedric both fell on the floor in front of me, shocked faces. I just smiled down at them licking the sause off my lips. "Mmm hello guys." I shoved the Mc Rib back in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell Marks!" Maddie stood up and went down to help up Cedric. "We though you were having like some orgy in here." Their eyes went to my croch and then to the five boxes of already eatten Mc Ribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was a Mc Rib Orgy!" I said and opened the sixth box.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-2605816608334022512?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/2605816608334022512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=2605816608334022512' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/2605816608334022512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/2605816608334022512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2006/12/mc-rib-orgy.html' title='Mc Rib Orgy!'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-957112072991090308</id><published>2006-12-04T04:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T04:13:35.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Office</title><content type='html'>I'm back at my office. Jezz I should of slept here, but I always think Fayt might open the door for me. Nope...still out there. And gee I placed my key on the kitchen dining room table when I walked in the night he threw me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes gazed over at the calander to see the big red circle around December 25th, Christmas. Please tell me Fayt will at least let me in by Christmas. I was praying to whatever god that he would. Well I just hoped he let me in, I needed a new clothes. Luckly my friend knows a friend who owns a shop with clothing so he got me some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you Cedric." I said with a long sigh and I put my feet up on the desk. Maddie didn't like me doing that, but I didn't care right now, so he could shove it up his ass like that kid did with the toy car. I don't want to list how many young teens I had to help with something up their ass...Is Jackass that populer? Come on man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I better get to work. Toddles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-957112072991090308?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/957112072991090308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=957112072991090308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/957112072991090308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/957112072991090308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2006/12/office.html' title='Office'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-8150689073046104166</id><published>2006-12-03T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T19:47:56.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Time Terrer</title><content type='html'>I got home around eleven o' clock. The lights were off in my apartment so I knew Fayt was already asleep. He seems to go to sleep everytime I walk in. I'm just glad he makes me something to eat every morning or I would die, but then again Fayt is a bad cook. I'm the one who cooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I silently walk through the living room, watching my step so I wouldn't trip. God I really hope I didn't trip cause-Crash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goddamnit!" I cursed when I hit the floor. I shouldn't of said anything in my head, I knew better cause I seem to always jinx myself somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flicker of light and when I looked up, Fayt was over me with his robe on. I just smiled up at him as he looked down at me with his light blue eyes. He was always pretty, even if he was glaring down at me. He was still mad about the call I made to him during class. Jezz can he get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Y-Your not still mad for-" I started but he cut me off. "Shut up!" He said with a cold voice. "Just get out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared up at him with a pleading look. "But where am I going to sleep?" The answer was as cold as ice mixed with salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the hallway!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it, Fayt had threw a pillow and blacket at my face. "But But But hunny!" He took me by the collar and started to drag me towards the doorway. "Noooo." I whimpered and he threw me out into the hallway. The last thing I saw was his face glaring at me. "Why are you doing this to me? The hallway isn't as comfey as a bed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know. Thats the point." Then Fayt slammed the door in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was yesterday....I'm still out in the hallway with my laptop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-8150689073046104166?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/8150689073046104166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=8150689073046104166' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/8150689073046104166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/8150689073046104166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2006/12/night-time-terrer.html' title='Night Time Terrer'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-1656549123642557991</id><published>2006-12-02T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T19:52:53.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored out of my mind...</title><content type='html'>I had just finished my charts for the day (thank god!), so I was glad to take a 'sit down' from my job. Work is stressful, but it wouldn't be called work if it wasn't. Charts are the biggest pain next to patients. Now those are the real pain in the ass, but I have to deal with them. You know I think Dr. Maddie gives me them cause he knows how annoyed I get, and he loves that face I make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Asshole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that charts are out of the way, I'm bored as hell. Fayt is still in school teaching, so I can't bother him...or can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly, I rushed to pick up my phone on my desk and punched in Fayt's cell phone number. Knowing the little cutie I know he would have his cell on, and think no one would call him. Wrong! Being with me should make him smarter, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved picks up on the other line, I could hear the embaressment in his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello hunny how is work?" I added a chuckle with my smug attitued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Edward I'm in the middle of class right now, so go do something else that has a meaning to your exsitence." OW! That was harsh, he knew he meant a lot to me when the TV isn't on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm bored so I wanted to talk with you a little. Come on your student's brains won't get any bigger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Fuck...You..." CLICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I hit a nerve. I sent my phone back down on the recever and smirked at the thought of coming back home to an anger lover, but all for the sake of boredem. I needed something to laugh at for two minuets. Too bad it was Fayt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;-Dr. Edward J. Marks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2171772131586867439-1656549123642557991?l=edwardmarks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/feeds/1656549123642557991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2171772131586867439&amp;postID=1656549123642557991' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/1656549123642557991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2171772131586867439/posts/default/1656549123642557991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardmarks.blogspot.com/2006/12/bored-out-of-my-mind.html' title='Bored out of my mind...'/><author><name>Dr. Edward J. Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02756842835726094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g182/EdwardMarksSeme2/Anime%20Guys/edwardmarksha4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2171772131586867439.post-7252820330877717632</id><published>2006-12-02T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T14:57:59.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Sick People</title><content type='html'>Ello Sick People,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Dr. Edward James Marks. I am a doctor and thats all you need to know. Acctully my creator Jesse wanted me to be a doctor so I became one. I am a alter ego as you can say of a troubled young teenager. She comes to me when she needs me so I'm sorta a copping personality, and what a fun one I am. I should do a bio so here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things About My Body&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name:&lt;/strong&gt; Edward James Marks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age:&lt;/strong&gt; 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex:&lt;/strong&gt; Male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sexuality: &lt;/strong&gt;Bisexual (but likes the boys more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eyes:&lt;/strong&gt; Amber Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hair/Type:&lt;/strong&gt; Black, short and somewhat curly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hight: &lt;/strong&gt;6'1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weight: &lt;/strong&gt;138lb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stupid Things About Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hobbies:&lt;/strong&gt; Reading, Writing, Going on dates with my lover, annoy my lover, My bike (Sazuki, black), Music, Video Games, TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fav. Shows: &lt;/strong&gt;House, Anime, ER, Law and Order (CI and SVU), Some MTV stuff cause Jackass is the most supidest show in the world, but its funny when someone sticks a car in a condom up their ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fav. Movies: &lt;/strong&gt;James Bond Casino Royal (both the 1960's and the 2006 verson), The Matrix (the first one and the third one), Lord of the Rings isn't that bad, Harry Potter is okay, I know I have more, but who gives a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fav. Types of Food: &lt;/strong&gt;Sweet, Salty....Salty-Sweet *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Relationship: &lt;/strong&gt;Yes I am. My lover is Fayt, a teacher at St. Michael's School For Boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work: &lt;/strong&gt;I'm a Doctor I already said that. I work at Baltimore Hospital. &lt;strong&gt;Family: &lt;/strong&gt;Robert M. Marks, Angel R. Marks, and my sister Mary K. Marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay thats enough about me for the first post. Jesse wanted me to tell you this is basiclly a fanfic blog for me, so anything in this blog (except my bio) is all false. Nothing ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good-bye&lt;br /&gt;-Dr. Edward J. 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