September 13th 2007 Thursday – My Birthday.

I’ve decided to write diary to be true with myself (for once in my life), I should have started by the start of the new year, but it doesn’t matter now. Bridget Jones’s Diary inspired me to write this blog, (I love Bridget Jones’s Diary, both the books and the movies).

Weight: don’t know (I don’t want to start here), Calories: don’t know (how people count them anyway?), Alcohol units: when I’m drunk I forget to count, cigarettes: 1 (I don’t smoke) just because its my birthday.

10:25- I just woke up for my birthday. I love my birthday, it’s the kind of day you feel special about yourself, and feel officially the age you should be, like right now, but the problem is I’m already 25, and I hate that fact; don’t have excuses to act like a mental teenager, responsibility, looking old and fat (there’s no way going back now), your mum annoys you more, and of course boyfriends are hard to get. I wish I was 17 again.

Rose and Alice invited me to go out with them tonight so we can celebrate my birthday, I don’t know exactly where they would be taking me, but I’m excited anyway.

18:10- my mum likes to drive me insane (one of the hobbies she has). Like when I was changing for tonight, she came into my room, just like that and burst into saying: “We should find you a husband!” now that’s the weirdest thing you would ever hear while you’re changing, I mean what did she mean by that?
”I’m 25!” I shouted like a moron.
“Exactly!” she emphasized.

“What the fuck?…and why you never knock on the door?! I’m bloody changing!”

“I’m your mother! And watch your language! Nobody wants a girl who uses the F word as a name, verb, adjective and adverb”

“I don’t want to get married” I kept shouting “as you know MOTHER we’re living in the 21st century, were we actually DON’T have to get married at the age of 20” I don’t actually use the F word a lot, but my mum drives me insane, and I can’t just control myself.

“Isabella, Darling… All I’m saying that you have to live like a lady! You must get your self a man! Or else you will die a spinster! I want to see my grandchildren before I die!”