I am on the edge of a beautifully apholstered love seat in a family's living room, tedering on the brink of sleep. Wonderful sleep.
I love this house, it's so warm and alive. So full of traditions and good tidings. It's funny that I openly see the parents bickering at each other constantly and each of them having their downfalls. But you wouldn't guess by the sight of things that their relationship was rocky.

Everyone leaves for Chicago on sunday morning.
I'm really upset. What will I do without Cam and Cass and Tanner for a whole week? It won't even be life.

Isolationism.
Helllloo Thomas Jefferson.

Anyways. My parents have decided to leave for the weekend again. So the whole house in mine. Actually Katie (sister) came home from Tech this weekend. So she will be here, But she's working at night so I'm sure the house will be full late around 12 or 1.

Regardless, I've decided to do tomorrow night right.
Complete with hopefully getting really piss drunk off of cheap beer.
How classy of me. But you know, I feel a need to celebrate my success, or maybe lack thereof.

Oh well, whatever the occasion, it willl be done right!