Weeks of things

A week of things 

Okay, so I have been really busy this week. I feel tired and washed out mentally. I feel a bit lousy, like, ugh, I only had to stick to a deadline. I had so much free time and I could have been doing all the things that I needed to in between. On the other hand, I am telling that voice to shut up, because it is hard getting up every day and going places, then coming home and having stuff to do. It is hard to find time to have order and organisation when time as well is needed to relax. 

I have been to three university open days this week and to the Royal Institution for a Maths lecture. I have been out and about doing shopping and trying to find work experience. Then when I have come home, my feet have been aching. I want to go out and go on jogs and be health. I heard that sitting down for more than three hours elevates the risk of heart disease and I am worried even though ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING elevates any risk of ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING. I hear stuff all the time, like Cancer is caused by this or do this and you risk cancer and I am just like, but what doesn't cause it / put you at risk? I feel like I should get out and get active anyway, but when I come home, there is so much to do. Mum usually finds something to spring up on me, like go get a calling card or go do this and I have to go back out again. Then I come home and I think, okay, I need to get something done. I need to get some revision done or I need to read around the subject I want to do or take my sister out because she is so bored and she is put as my responsibility as if I am her mum or something. Linda, Busayo has a trip tomorrow, what are you going to buy for her packed lunch? 

It is weird that I feel really stressed. It is holiday. Why isn't anyone replying to their emails. I asked Wendy for a reference and a hospital for work experience and a GP for work experience and no one replies so what am I supposed to do because I do not know. Hahahahaha my sentences seem all incoherent today like it is all over the place. 

I feel like I have bitten of too much than I can chew here. Oh flip. I have written so many plans for the bloody summer. I have a revision plan and I have written a UCAS plan and it is so much... okay, whatever, who gives a crap I just need to chill so much.