Talked to my neighbor again, and of course he told me I did my roofing wrong. In retrospect I knew I was doing it wrong, but I was so happy I got the roll roofing up the ladder without dying that I ignored my inner carpenter.
Facing the fact that a spent money on something that took me all day to do that I might have to respend the money then redo he job, ignited a 6 hour bout of depression. UNTIL I talked to my dad, who suggested the roll roofing in the first place, and he told me he did the same thing and to buy a 5 gallon buck of this stuff called Henry's roof seal. You basically roll it over the entire roof like paint and it seals the ever loving crap out of it. Problem solved, Nick undepressed.