I live in a house occupied not only by my parents, but by 5 other people... or is it 6... maybe 7? I guess when the numbers get that high, you really stop caring. Some are 100% American. Some are 100% not at all.
It's 2am and currently, one of the foreign exchange students is puking in our shower, her boyfriend is waiting outside the door and checks in on her in an unnecessarily loud voice, and one other foreign exchange student just slipped and fell on the back stairs.
Halfway funny, halfway incredibly annoying.
I'm so tired, I want to cry.