I'm driving myself CRAZY!

I know it seems as if everyone is going through the same thing right now, especially with assignments looming, Christmas on the way and the end in sight, but I can't help but feel like the whole world is on my shoulders right now. I feel like this insatiable weight is holding me down and I can't breathe whenever I think about it, which is usually all the time.

I don't know how to stop thinking about it though. It'll start off with worrying about one little thing. For example, today I swapped cars with my mum so my brother can practice driving (long story, but mum's car is manual, mine is auto, you get the idea...). Trouble is, eve though I know how to drive manuals, I'm not as confident because I've had quite a break from driving them and it worries me a little.

Then I worry about how I'm going to drive to work, and school! ARGH! School, assignments!!

I have two jobs in order to survive pretty much. And so I can have a reasonable disposable income. But in short, along with school, homework, a bit of a breather, family commitments and so forth, I can usually expect 4-5 hours sleep a night.

So then I will begin to worry about when I'm going to get my next decent amount of sleep and there really is no end to my bouts of worrying. I know I need to just breathe and relax, but I'm scared I'll get complacent and won't want to do anything anymore.

Am I crazy or what? Well, I'm going to go think about it now. Hopefully not worry too much more. And hopefully tomorrow will be a bit better than today. 

My brother got home from Japan today.

My youngest brother just got back from Japan today. Random topic to write a web media blog about I know, but there is a little bit of relevance.

Now, he is not the most, how do I put it, 'loving' of boys. (He'll say he doesn't miss anyone, calls everyone terrible names, you know, the same defensive type thing). Anyway, this trip with his school was his first real time away from home, in terms of furtherest, longest time period, and he was staying with complete strangers with whom he had never met before.

The reason for this back story is that he called home once. True, this could be put down to a number of things, none of which I really want to get into right now, but I think it a tad strange that there was no other way for him to communicate home.

Mum had given him a phone number he could ring so that it would charge the home account and not his host family's. Don't get me wrong, whilst experiencing the same trip I used the same method, but that was seven years ago!

Has technology not changed enough since then to allow my brother easier access to more advanced technology? Or is this technology just not being utilised as readily as it should be? Or furthermore, is this just a result of my brother's cold-heartedness and my mum's reluctance to find a new and better way of communicating with her son?