2008-05-19 - 7:34 p.m.
I really wish I didn't have to go grocery shopping today. I hate grocery shopping.

So, I've mentioned that my roommate Bubbles is nuts, yes? Yes, I have.

I had a rather busy day yesterday. I did the usual Sunday morning routine - church and then my lovely, refreshing solitary coffee break at any one of my favorite coffee houses. I got home and Quint asked me to do some laundry. So I spent the afternoon doing his laundry, giving him money (all of my cash, in fact) to do some more at the laundromat down the street, and getting a little of mine done.

That evening, after helping him get all packed and set for rehab, we went to dinner with my parents. Then I hung out at Bubbles' going away barbecue/party at our house for a little while. At 8:30 I got coffee with my friend Mo, who is moving to England, then at 9:55 I went to "Forgetting Sarah Marshall" and laughed my ass off.

I got home at midnight and Bubbles' party, which had started at 4, was still going. I joined in, to be roommatey and nice, and because it turned out that very few of the guests were actual friends of Bubbles. We played a little beer pong (3 games, three wins - the first three games of my life!), I got verbally assaulted by this one drunk ass idiot - once about Yanni and once about Iraq and John McCain, one girl who was an incredible idiot AND a minor (which comes into play later, of course) told me all about how one of my 8th graders was trying to scam on her man and had "fooled around with him" (um, question? Why are you continuing to date a pedophile who "fooled around"/encouraged my FOURTEEN YEAR OLD STUDENT?!), attempted to prevent several guys from driving home drunk, got hit on in several blatant, drunk ways and finally started cleaning up around 2:45 AM.

I was just bustling around, going in and out of the back door - grabbing beer cups, paper plates and shushing the two idiots on the back porch. I was about to go back out for the last batch of trash when I spy through the screen two men wielding flashlights in the next yard over and hear Idiot #1 yell "HEY! What's with the fucking flashlights, you fucking douchebags?!".

I see the glint of light on badges, turn around, tell Bubbles the cops are here, watch some drunk guy rush the two girls (MINORS) upstairs then went downstairs to the basement. I went into my room, locked the door, put on my pajamas and got into bed. I was done. Not dealing with cops.

In my absence, Idiot #1 continued to harass the police and got arrested. Idiot #2 refuses to comply with requests to get into the house and was taken to detox. Bubbles burst into tears at the sight of Idiot #2 getting hauled off and was given a warning because one of our neighbors called in a noise complaint (seriously, if you can't get away with talking on the porch at 3 AM in the ghetto, where can you?). I came back upstairs after cleaning a huge mexican food mess out of my bathroom and talked to Bubbles and helped clear guests out until 3:30 AM.

I was awakened this morning at 10 AM, by a phone call. It was my brother. Something went wrong at the rehab center, they can't admit him and I need to drive an hour and a half RIGHT NOW to come get him. He needs to see his psychiatrist tomorrow and then they'll admit him next week.

Wonderful. So I go get him. He's upset, my parents are upset, my sister's upset. I get the "you're a good sister" bit again. I bring him home, buy him food, and set him up at a friend's house. I'll be returning him to rehab next week. Another 3 hours in the car and quarter tank of gas! Because I am made of money! Because my awesome summer job pays me $6 an hour!

My awesome summer job called me at 3:30 PM, interrupting my nap to ask if I knew about the staff meeting at 5:30. I didn't? Oh, well, can I be there? SURE!

I'm in a little bit of a funk now. I've been distracted all day after retrieving Quint. I think it's a combo of exhaustion (mono will just not let go!), frustration that Quint cannot catch a fucking break, and concern that he feels I am abandoning him.

I don't document it that much here and I don't talk about it much, but I do a lot for Quint and get almost nothing in return. I love that kid in the stupidest way possible and cannot resist running to him when he calls. It's ridiculous. I can't take care of him forever, especially since I'm moving 8 hours away from him in three months. I'm a little worried about what's going to happen to him.

It's very stupid, really. I hardly ever get anything in return for helping him - maybe a mumbled thanks or an "I'll call you" (he never does). Getting a reward or something is obviously not the reason I continue to bend over backwards for him. I know he loves me, because he has to, but I don't think he sees me as a person. I'm just kind of someone who can do stuff for him. It sucks a little bit.

I shouldn't bitch about it. I've just had a long day. I need to go grocery shopping, read my book and go to bed. I just feel like I pay for a lot mistakes I'm don't make.