stop it
11:25 am // April 23, 2003


I'm going to my Nan's until tomorrow afternoon to help her re-decorate her front room. I've got the worst feeling that is going to unbearably boring, but I shall have to go nontheless. I barely see her anymore, so I don't want her to think I don't care anymore. Because I do.

I still have barely revised for my exams. I wish I could - but it's too hard to get any sort of inclination. I also haven't even begun my GNVQ ICT assignments. Ah well.

The Bell Jar is brilliant so far - which I knew it would be. It have a weird sense about new things. I always know if I'm going to like them beforehand. For example, before I go to see a movie I can almost always know whether it is going to become one of my favourites. It's strange.

Last night I was thinking about something which I was surprised to find myself thinking about - marriage. I'm only 16 and I haven't met anybody or anything of the sort, but i just started to think about what married life would be like. I'm not sure whether I'd ever want it. The feminist inside me says that I don't need to be restricted to a little house with a little husband and that I can do whatever I want in my life. But then another little voice tells me how sweet it would be to have my own little family, with a husband and 2.4 kids for me to look after. That is so shallow... but I can't help it. This little part of me desperately wants kids and a husband and have the opportunity to become all maternal and motherly. But then the other part roars in with possibilities of becoming a journalist or writer, with independence and only myself to worry about.

It's confusing. And I'm stupid, as I'm only 16 and don't have to worry about that yet. Maybe I should concentrate on my exams first and then worry about things that may never be.

Anyway, what if no one ever wants to marry me? What if I'm not 'marriage-material'?



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