6:01 p.m.
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21 July, 2004

It is the wedding week. Much chaos. By Saturday there will be 11 people staying in my 4 bedroom house. I have to share a room with my wee baby brother. I'm nervous as hell about having to walk down the aisle in a dress and heels, but I'm hoping a great amount of alcohol will help a little.

I'm worried that my uncle is going to end up with one of my old school friends when we all go out Friday night. I know he's only a few years older than me, but still, it'd be weird, since he's... well, I don't think I can put it in any that that sounds logical, but it will be weird anyhow.

I wish my family was smaller sometimes. I get intimidated when we have family occasions, because I'm one of the few people who can link everyone up. I basically can get along with everyone and start up conversations between people. It's not easy having a mother who has eight brothers and sisters.

It's also not easy having a polygamous bisexual grandfather and a cousin who is his own step-cousin and cousin to his own brother, but that's the other side and I don't have to deal with them this week. The freaks.