This is Real Life

I'm not a baby-sitter. I just wanted to make that clear. I'm also not a mom. It's not my job, nor my obligation to hold my roommate's hand through daily life. You wanna wake up 15 minutes before we need to be in the gym? Be my guest. If people are pissed because you walk in late, it is NOT my fault. I consider it to be my friendly duty to make sure you are in fact awake when I leave, but other than that...I'm not dragging you across the street and into the gym.

Just so I'm clear here, my roommate didn't blame me for any of this, but other people are asking me to become her baby-sitter. I did NOT sign up for that shit.

By the way, if I WAS her mom, I'd tell her these things:
1) It's ridiculous that you invited a boy over at 9:30 pm and stayed awake cackling until after I fell asleep with a pillow over my head so I didn't have to listen to you.
2) Don't stay up late if you are already complaining about being exhausted.
3) Swapping saliva (and more!) with every boy you meet may lead to sickness. You are sick, right? Oh yeah.
4) Complaining about your responsibilities (you CHOSE to be a student-athlete) while not doing anything to address the issues is not only annoying, it's a bad character trait. Sometimes your own choices need to be examined before you can lay the blame elsewhere.
5) Life is about working hard and making the right decisions. When you only do one (yes, you work hard), things will probably not work out for you. It's not okay to let everyone pick up the pieces for you. Use your resources and realize that you're an adult. This is real life.

PS: There are clothes laying outside our front porch. I've been keeping track. They've been there for 3 days. It's raining.