10:59 p.m.
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27 April, 2004

So, my cousin calls me today and asks me to come to her house tomorrow for a dress fitting. Fate hates me. So now, I've got to write a research proposal regarding why working class women rarely go on to higher education, AND somehow get round to fulfilling my duties as bridesmaid for my barely of age pregnant cousin, who dropped out of school without even taking her GCSEs. Isn't it lucky that I've found a way to get academic credit from airing my bitterness over being forced into this shit.