Busy House

Sorry about the double posting, didn't catch that the first time. I am in house with what must be almost thirty people, 14 of which live here and 10 of them are boys (six of them teenage boys), pretty crazy. suprisingly this house is pretty clean though. I think some other people came over, they've just been coming and going, or comming and staying. The guys are staying here and the girls are staying with one of the grown up daughters and her family. There are 14 kids all together, but they were all adopted except for three. The boys room looks like a dorm room. There are six in one room ( pretty crazy ). I'm ready to come home. I'll probably be fine tommorow, but today . . . Jeff probably hates me for saying all this, if I'm making him suffer I shoulden't be allowed to complain about it . . . grumble, grumble, grumble . . . just don't hold all this against me. it's hard to be the disposable one, the one that everyone tries to be nice to (sometimes) but who no one really wants to get to know. I don't really identify with anyone on this team. I must be so bizzare . . . But I like being me and I refuse to concede to be someone other than who I am, someone who likes LOTR, dosen't like cheerleading, has a quirky sense of humor (Donnie) and is just a little on the different side. But it's that different side which makes no one on this team ever like to do what I like to do, I'm too darn independent for all of them, I just want someone to appreciate me for who I am without trying to change me . . . some support please . . .