<?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-6808336</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:07:05.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the Deeps Within...</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to the deeps within...
The sanctuary that is my mind...
If only you had some way to survive the ordeal...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedeeps.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808336/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedeeps.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041127884945409735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808336.post-108268836506483870</id><published>2004-04-22T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T22:50:12.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things came to a head today with the Josh-Patricia-Tanya issue, I'm happy to say... Josh was established as having become a jerk, and so we (being Tanya, Patricia and myself) had to talk things through with Josh, but now at least he's (possibly) going to stop being a jerk, and I also had an oppertunity to talk things through with Patricia, so now I'm thinking things are fine with all three of those people. As for trying to get Tanya away from Josh, that's still not really going anywhere from what I see... I'm getting a little bit of progress, but still nothing much really... Other than that, There's another girl (we'll call her Dianne) that I walk home every day (or almost every day at least) and I really like her. The problem with that is that she already has a boyfriend. I still intend on telling her that I like her on Monday, but several factors may change that depending on how things go. At any rate, I must be going now... Many things to plan for tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808336-108268836506483870?l=thedeeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808336/posts/default/108268836506483870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808336/posts/default/108268836506483870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedeeps.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108268836506483870' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041127884945409735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808336.post-108259256902262041</id><published>2004-04-21T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T20:13:35.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So. As I was saying yesterday, I had to talk to a friend (for the sake of anonymity, he will be Josh) today. And the subject? His girlfriend (who can be Patricia). The situation as it stands is that Patricia is a controlling bitch. And no, I'm not the only one who things so, so you can just stop looking at me like that. Anyways... So I went to talk to Josh, and somewhat to my surprise, he actually showed his face. We got to talking, and what can I say? It was as if he was doing everything he could to avoid seeing the truth. And I don't blame him, either. It's hard to admit to the truth, because it hurts so much. So after having given him my ultimatum, I dropped the subject. But such was not my luck that it would end there. He went on to speak of how the one annoying him was another girl who's damn near inserperable from Patricia (we'll call her Tanya). Now, a seemingly well-known fact is that I like Tanya. Apparently Tanya has been  a source of annoyance for Josh &amp; co, and he wants me to take her off his hands. I of course told him that this was impossible since I rarely hang with that group anymore (mostly because of Patricia) and he suggested I hang with them every Saturday at least. I agreed, but made it clear that as Tanya knew how I felt about her, and that she currently doesn't feel the same way towards me, that I would have little success with her unless Josh would help me out in whatever ways he can... He agreed to that, and now somehow I'm supposed to sort of slowly edge her away from him. Oh well. There's more to this sordid tale, but for that, you'll have to meet &amp; greet me here next time I write up a post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808336-108259256902262041?l=thedeeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808336/posts/default/108259256902262041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808336/posts/default/108259256902262041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedeeps.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108259256902262041' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041127884945409735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808336.post-108251879146171627</id><published>2004-04-20T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T20:14:49.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tsk tsk tsk... Sometimes life throws you a curve-ball, that's true. But it seems like my life is made up of nothing but curve-balls. A tad morbid, true, but that's how things seem currently. And though this will leave you all in suspense, I'm afraid I have to say that I'll need to explain further tomorrow. Tonight I must rest my weary head, as I need to awaken early and dispute some important matters with a friend. Tomorrow I shall begin the first of a few background posts, just so that everyone is up to speed with how things stand here. So, until tomorrow my new-found ears..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6808336-108251879146171627?l=thedeeps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808336/posts/default/108251879146171627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6808336/posts/default/108251879146171627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedeeps.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108251879146171627' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041127884945409735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
