She can't be convicted, she's earned her degree...

I have been super motivated today and completed the second draft of my English coursework, full of feminist drivel. It's depressingly mediocre but it's a start. I decided to reward myself by writing an entry (yes, this is what my life has come to) before I crack on with the other piece of coursework.

I had a bit of a meltdown last night. All of a sudden I decided that I really didn't want to go to university. It hit me that in four years time, I will still be living at home having accumulated thousands of pounds of debt and I probably won't even get a job at the end of it. I was in such a distressed state that I even spoke to my mother. Her response? "Well you can always go back to Morrisons!" Thanks Mum, thanks a bunch.

I really like the new John Lewis advert. Yes it's naff and yes I know that while the woman in question ages, her clothes remain constantly very 2010 throughout. The featured woman is very conventional in her lifestyle. She gets married, then pregnant and watches her family swell as she falls into retirement (during which we know the sun never ceases to shine). The advert manages to tug at the heartstrings, however and Fyfe Dangerfield (Guillemots frontman)'s rendition of 'Always a woman to me' is flawless. I hope he releases it because at present it is nowhere to be found. So all in all a (six million pound) success. Let's hope Mister John Lewis makes his money back...

Wuthering, Wuthering, Wuthering Heights...

I have a sudden, very real yearning to be in France right now. Everything pretty much sucks here and I'm sick of school and covering the fact that I have once again done no homework. I would much rather be in Paris or Nice. I'd even settle for the Grenoble, despite my ability to be perpetually cold. Tired of England and all its implications, I have been researching different French cities. Nantes looks really cool and has a fascinating history. It also has a university. I wonder whether I could choose to spend my year abroad there?

As we speak, I am covering my ancient copy of Wuthering Heights in post-it notes covered in scribblings. Considering I hated this book so much on first reading it, I have really grown to like it quite a lot. Of course, I am not a member of the 'we heart Heathcliff' fan club, and I can safely say I never will be. I'm pretty sure it says something about womankind that such a man can be hailed as a hearthrob. I am, however, completely on the Mr Darcy bandwagon, though I think Mr Knightly is somewhat overlooked. I really love the book Emma. My vicar once said that I reminded her of Emma, and I was not altogether offended, and secretly quite pleased. I do interfere too much when it comes to my friends and the matters of their hearts. Equally, I do not see marriage in my future, I am stubborn, and I am a bit of a snob at times...

I have a vague plan to do a post-graduate diploma in journalism. Of course, this is a long way off and I am fairly prone to changing my mind, but journalism is the only career I have ever really considered (leaving out my desire to be a spy when I was about seven). Money has never been much of a turn on for me and I genuinely feel, having recently quit my job at Morrisons, that I would rather be broke and doing something I am passionate about, than being understimulated but overpaid. Right now, I am completely skint but I have time to myself and I am really quite happy with the exception of one or two things. I won't bore you with the details.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ABbe33fMrkM I have loved Damien Rice for as long as I can remember, and can't believe I have only just discovered this song. It's fairly fitting for where I am right now.