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I don't believe this
May. 15th, 2003 12:48 amMy mom just came home. It's not the lateness that's amazing... she came home smash drunk. I mean... I've come home drunk before, but I never walked into walls, never tried unlocking the side hall door with my keys, never bumped my head into a painting.
My mom's never been like this before, and I'm pretty scared.
I helped her into her room, told her to drink some water and some asprin lest she get hangover in the morning... helped her get her shoes and jacket off, and she went right to bed. She kept saying "I don't know... I'm sorry..." She was helped up the stairs by some guy I'd never seen before-- I didn't think he was Gary, that guy my mom's been seeing, but he could have been. He looked a cross between worried and very sad himself.
But he didn't smell like so much alcohol. Her whole jacket was wet, and I know it's not raining outside.
This scares me. More than mom's pot smoking, because on some innane level, she has a REASON to do that. Why in the seven hells would MY mom get drunk? And am I much of a daughter for not really knowing what to do or how to ask her what she needs? I told her if she needed anything to just tell me... but I don't think she knows what's going on, and if she's this drunk now, it's probably likely that she won't remember much in the morning. If it's real bad, I guess that's another day out of the week I won't be going to school. But my mom takes priority over such things.
If worse comes to worse, I can go from 4th period on... but I really do need to do go choir, since I missed it today (had to go all the way back home and get my cell, which I'd left in my jacket pocket). But at least I went to sectionals.
*sigh* I'm almost done with pages 15-16 of Hinata 120%-- the photoshop editing, that is. I'm just erasing all the dialogue and sound effects and replacing them with numbers, so the editor can look at the image, read my TXT file, and insert the proper English there. It's messy, but it's quick. The translating part is the pain in the ass, so I guess I'll just have to doubletime romanizing the pages, and then I can print them out and translate them anywhere I go. -.- Of course, this would be difficult without a very big, very good Japanese dictionary... maybe I should get one of those pocket translator things. But they don't come cheap.
And I still need the Barron's guide to Japanese verbs. Among other books. Someone just get me a Kinokuniya gift certificate, eh? I'd love you for life. ETERNAL! That good stuff.
Ah, what else before I head into the shower and then finally bed...? Amber called earlier tonight. But the reception on her phone was whacky, and I didn't hear her say anything, I just heard my own voice echo with a 3 second delay. Very strange. But then she called me from her house phone, and we talked a while... so as to not run up cell minutes, we switched to AIM, but she went away almost immediately to eat and hasn't come back since. Phooey.
I'm considerably freaked, worried, paranoid, rushed, and my back is starting to hurt. This day officially sucks.
My mom's never been like this before, and I'm pretty scared.
I helped her into her room, told her to drink some water and some asprin lest she get hangover in the morning... helped her get her shoes and jacket off, and she went right to bed. She kept saying "I don't know... I'm sorry..." She was helped up the stairs by some guy I'd never seen before-- I didn't think he was Gary, that guy my mom's been seeing, but he could have been. He looked a cross between worried and very sad himself.
But he didn't smell like so much alcohol. Her whole jacket was wet, and I know it's not raining outside.
This scares me. More than mom's pot smoking, because on some innane level, she has a REASON to do that. Why in the seven hells would MY mom get drunk? And am I much of a daughter for not really knowing what to do or how to ask her what she needs? I told her if she needed anything to just tell me... but I don't think she knows what's going on, and if she's this drunk now, it's probably likely that she won't remember much in the morning. If it's real bad, I guess that's another day out of the week I won't be going to school. But my mom takes priority over such things.
If worse comes to worse, I can go from 4th period on... but I really do need to do go choir, since I missed it today (had to go all the way back home and get my cell, which I'd left in my jacket pocket). But at least I went to sectionals.
*sigh* I'm almost done with pages 15-16 of Hinata 120%-- the photoshop editing, that is. I'm just erasing all the dialogue and sound effects and replacing them with numbers, so the editor can look at the image, read my TXT file, and insert the proper English there. It's messy, but it's quick. The translating part is the pain in the ass, so I guess I'll just have to doubletime romanizing the pages, and then I can print them out and translate them anywhere I go. -.- Of course, this would be difficult without a very big, very good Japanese dictionary... maybe I should get one of those pocket translator things. But they don't come cheap.
And I still need the Barron's guide to Japanese verbs. Among other books. Someone just get me a Kinokuniya gift certificate, eh? I'd love you for life. ETERNAL! That good stuff.
Ah, what else before I head into the shower and then finally bed...? Amber called earlier tonight. But the reception on her phone was whacky, and I didn't hear her say anything, I just heard my own voice echo with a 3 second delay. Very strange. But then she called me from her house phone, and we talked a while... so as to not run up cell minutes, we switched to AIM, but she went away almost immediately to eat and hasn't come back since. Phooey.
I'm considerably freaked, worried, paranoid, rushed, and my back is starting to hurt. This day officially sucks.
