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Monday, March 20, 2006


   Seperation
School today? It was fine. Gym was fun (well duh) Math = boring. In photo class I started on a new project. and in science we did Science stuff. but I don¡¦t feel like talking about that. I¡¦m thinking about my Dad and his girlfriend¡¦s relationship, and how much I hate it. Well, I don¡¦t really HATE it, it just has a lot of bumps in it. That¡¦s what I really don¡¦t like. Ok. So Shelly at first thought I was some little bratty kid. Forgive me for joking around. So then I started acting all nice around her. Just so she would change her mind on me. My dad didn¡¦t tell me to change my attitude. Ok good. Shelly got a good new impression. Shelly got my dad into golf. I think golf is pretty expensive. And shelly could afford it, and dad could barely. >< I feel left out a lot when Dad¡¦s on the phone. If he said he¡¦ll be off in a few minutes and make dinner, He¡¦ll be on for 2 more hours. I¡¦d either wait, or just make something for myself. He does it with breakfast, too....

And actually, my dad has forgotten dates too. Like my grandpa¡¦s Death anniversary. There¡¦s a nice one to forget.....

Sometimes shelly tries to make her opinion be the best one. Dad was making food the way shelly told him to. She told my dad to make cookies with unsalted butter. Unsalted butter to me is crap. And they¡¦re MY cookies, MY recipe. *sigh* And the whole opinion thing really stood out when she was saying stuff about my dad¡¦s old suits when he was going to go to someone¡¦s wedding. She said his dress shoes were like tap shoes, and that was wanted him to wear a square-toed shoe. Dad said no. YAY! But the most recent thing that¡¦s getting me mad and the one that¡¦s bugging me is this: My dad¡¦s softball number has always been 41. It¡¦s my mom¡¦s birthday. April 1st. 4/1. Yadda yadda yadda. Anyway, shelly was giving my dad GRIEF about that! I¡¦m sorry that my dad loved someone before you Shelly! Damn. I mean, recently, I walked downstairs before I was going to bet on Wednesday last week. My dad was talking to himself a little about picking a number. I said, ¡§11!¡¨ with no idea what was going on. He said, ¡§No, that one has been taken.¡¨ I came around the wall to the living room and asked him what he meant by that. He said he was thinking of a softball number, since he¡¦s playing on my uncle¡¦s team this summer. I said, ¡§You already have one. 41. Just like every other time.¡¨ Dad said, ¡§I was getting grief about that.¡¨ I casually said, ¡§Oh... ok....¡¨ then a light bulb went on in my head. Duh. And I though, ¡§Oh ho.......grief......... bitch.¡¨ ƒ» That number, 41, means a lot to me. And I thought it meant a lot to my dad too. I guess he¡¦s not that brave enough to stand up to that, if that¡¦s the right way to say it. I talked to him about it for a minute the next day, he said he wanted to keep the peace. And I thought, ¡§What kind of peace is that?¡¨ Something¡¦s not right.

I don¡¦t want to talk to my dad about it, he¡¦ll get mad and it¡¦ll be a mess.

If Dad marries Shelly, I don¡¦t know what I¡¦ll do. I won¡¦t support it. But I feel like this is completely out of my control. T_T

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