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Happy St. Patrick's Day! :) written @ 7:54 PM on March 17, 2002 Dad and I had another run-in not too long ago. Only this time it was more of a productive argument, if there is such a thing. We actually covered some ground. Mom continues to say that she thinks neither of us is wrong, but neither is right. She went on to say that part of the reason why my father's acting like such a thick-headed SOB is due to his upbringing. My grandfather, she says, was somewhat cold and insensitive. And this has passed on to my father. Also the fact that my aunt was somewhat of the favored child also came into play. Well, it's still a mess. Nothing is resolved or solved, but I think we're finally getting somewhere. Mom says I should just kiss and makeup with him. But, like I said before, that only resolves things, not solves. "Well, some things you can't solve." This, I answered, you can solve. It's a simple matter of swallowing pride-- and I'm sick of swallowing mine. It's up to him, I think. But enough of that. I'm so tired of plaguing my entries with talk of my shattered relationship with my father. On to other things... Jessica came over last night. She said she would go nuts if she spent another minute at her house, so I let her sleep over. She really doesn't like going home, I don't think. Kat was in a car accident. Apparently, she had come to an four-way intersection with a stop sign and the opposing street was a through way. So she was easing out, making sure no cars were coming, and there was one to her left that was far enough away that she could easily make it through, but then she was hit by a truck and was spun across the road and into a ditch. She's okay. Her Toyota, however, is not. In fact, she's grounded until further notice. Poor kid. I just finished my world history homework. That's the only work I've done all weekend, besides Spark deadline. I really should have made an extra effort to get my pictures developed for my art concentration, but I'm kind of dreading taking up my AP concentration again. Oh, don't get me wrong, I hate my concentration pieces now and MUST continue if I want to get a college board rating of a 5, but I'm enjoying being idle too much. Oh well. I spent a lot of time downloading music this weekend. And I requested a CD burner for my birthday. Mom just laughed at me. Damn. Today was a blah day, though. It was a gloomy St. Patrick's Day. I wish I was more Irish. I mean, I am Irish but not enough worth speaking of. You won't find any enchanted Celtic ancestors or old wills that say my family is entitled to ancient castles, let's put it that way. Nope. My folks are coming straight from Bohemia, I'm thinking. It would sure explain a lot, that's for sure.
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