A Case of the Mondays... On Tuesday

So I'm beginning to think that you can have a "case of the Mondays" on any day of the week... because I have them today--and it is most definitely not a Monday. How do I know this? a) I had a 3 hour lab, and I don't have those on Monday... (that I epically failed, by the way), and b) my cell phone says it's Tuesday. I don't know how I would make it without this phone of mine. I don't know how they functioned 50 years ago without them...

"Things that matter, things that don't..."

This song has really got me to thinking--at the end of the day, what really matters? And then I realized, the things that are "really" supposed to matter are the things that I am beginning to let slip. I get more stressed out over other people's lives and other people's thoughts that I forget about my own. At home my mother is basically falling apart because she and my father are getting a divorce... and when she calls me to talk about it, I am so pre-occupied with my school work or my favorite tv show that I don't show her any sympathy. I hardly even listen to what she says.

Somewhere down the line I have forgotten who I am, or who I used to be--and I want that girl back. I am sure that it will be a daily struggle, but that is what my goal is. I want to be who I was before I let my new "freedom" get the best of me.