<?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-3874016</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:22:18.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Anam Achrannach</title><subtitle type='html'>The title says it all</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ananam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874016/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gaia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244389328209324980</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874016.post-83283841</id><published>2002-10-20T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-20T22:35:49.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just about finished doing the single biggest most idiotic thing in my life. &lt;br /&gt;So as always, we were bored. On a Sunday night. In a Southwestern Texas town. So after much discussion we decided to go do something to our school's adminstrators' house. And sure enough we did. After buying half of the supplies and shop lifting the rest, we got there. That's not the stupid part. That comes at the point at which i decide to write something on their car with my super-distinct handwriting. Smart, very smart. Nothing on it yet, but my nerves are on the verge. I just realized when we got back to school (i'm at boarding school) that my handwriting is ever-so obvious. I just hope THEY don't realize that. WHY OH WHY DID I DO SUCH A STUPID THING?!??! My nerves are on the verge of breaking down. Maybe it's some guilt too involved somewhere. Why?!?! From now on i must change my handwriting. Argh. Damn it. Stupid, stupid me. This sucks. I don't know what to do. I can't go and tell my roomate cause i promised i wouldn't tell anyone. I'm dying to share this. So i can feel better about myself. I need pills. Cigarettes won't do it anymore at this point. Argh. Ok... I must settle down. Tomorrow is going to be a horrendous day. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874016-83283841?l=ananam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874016/posts/default/83283841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874016/posts/default/83283841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ananam.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83283841' title=''/><author><name>Gaia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244389328209324980</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>
