<?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-27853637</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:10:29.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dovy's Land</title><subtitle type='html'>The magical land of Dovy. What stories you may read!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovyland.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27853637/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovyland.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730863295129778847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.dovyp.com/dovy.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27853637.post-114880038172117266</id><published>2006-05-28T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T00:13:01.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Night Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was a dark starry night. It was slightly overcast with a light breeze. There lie the location; an abyss of blackness suspended by metal in a spring-like arrangement. Padded cloth was placed thereon to relieve the chaffing of this black-hole-like substance. Upon entering the darkness I found warmth. I realized I was not alone. A large mass of humans (3 girls, 1 guy) lay before me. Tired, I collapsed onto one side. This strange man seemed to be having fun. On a whim, and a mistake on his place I might add, he asked to switch me spaces which put me between two warm bodies. These women were remarkably beautiful. What’s more they were sisters. There I found myself, a Dovy filled sandwich of beauty. I was in heaven.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I decided since I was so tired (from my fall in to abyss) I would retire for a bit. Yet, as I prepared a hand rested upon mine. A furry of fighting began. Hair pulling, shoulder pinching, and hand gouging commenced. In the end I was body slammed by these two. I finally escaped around 6am tired, and cold from the lack of warmth. I had escaped the abyss. One thing is for certain, sisters know how to make a friend feel…warm….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27853637-114880038172117266?l=dovyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114880038172117266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27853637&amp;postID=114880038172117266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27853637/posts/default/114880038172117266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27853637/posts/default/114880038172117266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovyland.blogspot.com/2006/05/night-morning-it-was-dark-starry-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Dovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730863295129778847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.dovyp.com/dovy.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27853637.post-114812204407698520</id><published>2006-05-20T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T03:47:24.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Sandman Jacked my Wallet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep, the refuge of the weary; that’s what I used to believe. As of late I had a great relationship with the alleged “sand man,” bringer of dreams. The deal was I sleep and he brings me nothing. Simply blissful peace as I regenerate away from the world. Well I must have really pissed him off because he came at me with a vengeance.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It all started normal. I went to bed on time. Weary from the day I awaited a peaceful sleep. Yet, the horror of 10,000 dollars began.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;There I was, in a casino as something. $10,000 had been entrusted to me. I beamed with pride knowing this multi-billion dollar establishment trusted me so much. I went to the meeting all aglow. Upon ending the meeting (or whatever it was) I proceeded to pack up. Forgetting something I left the money amidst the various things I had. I turned to grab something, believing the money would be safe in a pile of various items (I have been in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Provo&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; too long). Upon my return I was struck with terror.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The money was gone. I searched high and low. Terror filled me. I looked around for anyone, any sign, ANYTHING! I found a girl. She saw who had taken the money. Some kid from BYU who was, as she put it, “going through a tough financial time.” I did all I could to keep from losing my temper.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Suddenly the Casino was on my back. I was threatened to be destroyed. I promised the return as I ran off to find this punk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through my great stalking power I retrieved his personal information and prepared to call the little ****** (fill in the stars with your imaginations). As I was calling him, all ready to confront I woke up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Stressed, tense, frustrated, and glad that I had woken up so I could finally relax. How’s that for crappy sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the sand man stays away. If not I may have to seek legal recourse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27853637-114812204407698520?l=dovyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114812204407698520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27853637&amp;postID=114812204407698520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27853637/posts/default/114812204407698520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27853637/posts/default/114812204407698520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovyland.blogspot.com/2006/05/sandman-jacked-my-wallet-sleep-refuge.html' title=''/><author><name>Dovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730863295129778847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.dovyp.com/dovy.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27853637.post-114751222998325022</id><published>2006-05-13T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T02:25:23.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dance, Meese, and Puberty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a high school dance recital. I enjoyed myself and found myself wanting to dance. I want to be cool too. ;) My little cousin Heather is amazingly talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, side not. Last Sunday I told my ward a moose was like a big dear. This week I saw a moose on a back of a truck. I bet my ward knew what a moose is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also discovered that with a flip of the switch I can hit puberty in a whole new way. A wonderful little device I bought drops my rance an octave and makes me sound even more manly than I currently am. Of course the effects only last as long as my batteries, but isn't that the way puberty goes? It's only as good as you batteries last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dovy Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27853637-114751222998325022?l=dovyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114751222998325022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27853637&amp;postID=114751222998325022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27853637/posts/default/114751222998325022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27853637/posts/default/114751222998325022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovyland.blogspot.com/2006/05/dance-meese-and-puberty-i-went-to-high.html' title=''/><author><name>Dovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730863295129778847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.dovyp.com/dovy.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27853637.post-114724876295102596</id><published>2006-05-10T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T01:12:42.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is Surreal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you want, you never get.&lt;br /&gt;What you get is what you need.&lt;br /&gt;What you lost you eventually find gratitude for the loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself often desiring things that I shouldn't. Fame, power, a girl, yet all that will come as this world develops around me. For my existence revolves within my own sphere, but when I reach out is when that globe like area fills a greater vastness; a larger volume of this universe. Where will it reach? Who will be contained therein? I walk through my life and find and love people in a very short time. How is it that I can find total stangers, yet make them the best of friends. I am stuck in this world, but my world seems so larger than other's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weakness is what I believed this ability to be. Giving these feelings I possess to total strangers. At times worse feelings are returned: betrayal, rejection, mocking, hatred. Yet none of these amount to that which I do receive when one individual returns my care. I feel as though I can travel to hell and back if I knew someone loved me. I have so much love to give, yet my love is what drives those I love away. This much I do know, I will find her. Some day she will be there and I will be able to give her every bit of my love. Until then I must learn to be content loving as many people as I possibly can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my current duty list:&lt;br /&gt;Get over myself&lt;br /&gt;Remove all desire to NCMO (OY)&lt;br /&gt;Stop chasing the wrong things&lt;br /&gt;acquire a larger endowment of the spirit&lt;br /&gt;Finish circular-Yearbook, PinnacleforLife, Insideout-acappella, DovyP, and Richard's websites as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Take over the world and achieve music greatness.&lt;br /&gt;Wash my socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how much you can and may achieve, but never realize such. Nothing matters, but everything matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, on a side note: I helped defeat criminals in the action. Whilst partaking of a country style crepe at village inn, some high school students left without money. So my 6"10 friend and I went after then and ended up catching one, taking him to the police, and finishing my crepe's AND Silk Pie. At the end of the day Village Inn was paid, and the manager paid for our friends. Service is fun, but oh how I wish the kid had bolted. I wanted to attack, eheh. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dovy OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27853637-114724876295102596?l=dovyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovyland.blogspot.com/feeds/114724876295102596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27853637&amp;postID=114724876295102596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27853637/posts/default/114724876295102596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27853637/posts/default/114724876295102596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovyland.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-is-surreal-what-you-want-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Dovy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730863295129778847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.dovyp.com/dovy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
