Layers and futons

Mar 08, 2008 - 17:02 PM PST

I decided that when I'm done writing here, whether it be months or years, that I want this to be an accurate depiction of who I am, and not just how I write when I'm feeling particularly vulnerable or angsty, so I'm going to try and write in here whenever I have something to say, and even sometimes when I don't, just so I can see all of myself.

Today I heard the news that my aunt and uncle are going to fly in this summer with their adopted daughter and stay in Chicago for a month. Why is this news, you ask? Well, in my home, visiting family seem to have a code of tradition where they decide to be cheap as can be and will "request" to take residence in our home. Since I am the youngest member of the household and have been blessed with an actual bedroom, I am perpetually forced to relinquish it. I admit, I love my aunt and uncle, and they are the first to be willing to allow us into their home. But I had no plans to be sleeping in the basement on a futon for June. Is this seriously how I'm going to spend the summer of my 21st year, where instead of going out on the weekends and coming home by unknown methods I'll be watching television with my parents and dog? I hate my (extended) family.