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7.21.2009
Oh, Lord, I want an Irishman.
As you can tell, i finished my new blogksin last night. Well, this morning, really. 4am to be exact. I rather enjoy it.
Mom caught me just as I was heading down the roller coaster hill towards home and mentioned that Dad had somehow found out where I was and what I was doing. She tried to cover for me, "She's taking the movies back, dear.", but his reply was "She's taking the movies back with Jacinda, eh?"
Oh yeah, I was busted.
Now the strange part. I walked in and he was (thankfully) having the shower he takes every day. I apparently had good timing. So, to appease him, I cleaned the whole kitchen before he got out. Upon exiting the bathroom, he took one look at me sweeping the floor and said "I have a softball game tonight." I was more than a bit shocked at this. Expecting somewhat of a rage from him about disobeying his rules and all, it surprised me that he didn't once mention it. He dressed, grabbed his backpack and said goodbye before he left for his game.
Now, sitting here, I'm a tad worried. I'm not sure if he's had an epiphany about his rules or me or if he's just biding his time till he can yell at me when I'm more confused and vulnerable. I don't know, and it's worrying me. I think I'd be content if he had yelled at me, instead of harboring this constant confusion.
Sitting in Demi's basement with you, Noki, eating olives, Demi twitching as your phone beeped, I felt so unbelievably at home again.
Rudolph. Hah.
Granted Dad doesn't bar my windows and doors and threaten to not feed my miserable soul until I obey every hard rule our family has ever set out for those who have turned from his ways...sneaking out could still happen. ^^; I shall call you.


