It's not a cry you can hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light...

I was reading my usual Irish news online site which is more Irish-American than actually Irish. I read it for roleplay, shut up. But anyway I stumbled across an article that made me smile.

They are doing an exhibit of Irish immigration to Montana in Cork!

Now my family immigrated to New York, but my step-father's family is also Irish and they immigrated to Anaconda. Most of them then moved to Helena, but I think this is awesome. Especially since one of the US' biggest St Patrick's Day parades is in Butte, Montana because it was a major Irish settlement. It's in the middle of buttfuck nowhere but goddammit, they drink green beer and have street fights on March 17th. No. Really. Every year they arrest huge amounts of people for being idiots after the parade and too much drinking. It even has a mention on wiki on the Saint Patrick's Day PAGE.

Anyway, I just thought this was really awesome. Montana gets overlooked a lot because hardly anyone lives there. Hell, some Americans don't even know where it is despite the fact that it is the 4th largest state. It's the size of GERMANY. Makes me happy.

First time since I was 14.

He is with my grandmother, helping her in the wake of my grandpa's death.

Dad lives in South Carolina now and his Southern accent is back and it was so strange to hear. So different from when I was growing up. Much more like my grandparent's voices mixed with my brother's. That was weird. When I first heard him I was like "Boy? Why are you in Florida?!" but then he was all Southern and awkward.

We had a conversation. An actual conversation, and it was strangely nice. I'm not expecting too much because I don't feel like getting my hopes up and having them all dashed to pieces, but it was nice to talk to him and not feel such anger towards someone who isn't even in my life any more.

He said he was proud of me. I rather liked that.

Imma eat my McDonald's and watch a lot of crap.