Here is the latest in our series of blogs by Glasgow students.

Amy McDonald is a journalism student at Glasgow Caledonian University, lover of rose wine and a bit of a drama queen.

The realisation hit me one night. After spending hours writing up notes for my law module, I curled up in bed to catch up on Hollyoaks. Tub of cookie dough ice cream in hand, I was extremely content. "Enjoying a relationship with two men simultaneously, one called Ben - the other Jerry", I chuckled to myself. My train of thought came to a stop. Where have I heard that before? I gasped as I remembered. I'd just quoted Bridget Jones. My life flashed before my eyes…I'm the real life Bridget Jones. Why had it taken me this long to realise?! All the signs were there. The same career path, the weight issues and the disastrous love life, obviously. Of all the great film characters I could resemble it had to be Bridget Jones! This was so typical, and almost laughable. "This is going to be the year you get a boyfriend. I can feel it." These were the words of my friend Laura as we discussed my latest train crash of a date. The guy had taken me to a coffee shop - a coffee shop, for the first date! I'm so special that a whole £3.75 was spent on me. I think it was pretty clear that things weren't going to work out. The fact that I had actually met this gentleman whilst at the gym screamed Bridget Jones. Working ever so hard to gain that bikini body while casually meeting a man that can't even fork out a fiver for a first date, ha! It seems to be the recurring theme in my life right now. One part goes really well and then the other falls apart before my eyes - lose some weight, end up alone. Needless to say Laura's feelings were not very accurate, as not only have I lost my bikini body but I also still have a non-existent love life. Over the past two years I've watched nearly every one of my friends get into a serious relationship. The girls' holidays have stopped and I cannot seem to have one phone call with a friend without being put on speakerphone to also talk with the boyfriend. I must say though, the sympathy from my loved-up friends needs to stop. I am perfectly happy to be on my own, get fat and embarrass myself every once in a while. Like Bridget Jones herself, I take it all in my stride. It's time for me to slip on my onesie, blast Celine Dion 'All by myself' and sing at the top of my lungs without a care in the world. After all, Bridget Jones got her happy ending…eventually.