The Lizzie Bennet Diaries

Hey everybody! Now, I know what you’re thinking.

“Hey, Lydia? Where’s your much older, much more depressing sister, Lizzie?”

Who cares?

I’ve got stuff on Charlotte, she’s got the camera,

she and Lizzie have finals, and you’ve got- The LY-DEE-YAH.

Take a minute. Enjoy the awesome. And the Adorbs!

My name is Lydia Bennet,

and this is my haul!

Whaaaaat...

Okay, now that Lizzie has stopped watching because she’s completely disgusted

at my “blatant consumerism” in the midst of our “financial difficulties”,

let’s get down to the real issue.

Weird ploys with red gelatin are not going to get the job done for Jane and Bing.

Or as I like to call them... Jing.

Jane and Lizzie are too worried about “propriety” and “letting things take their own time”

and “not overusing air quotes” to get anything done at all.

This is the type of situation that Lydia’s Laws were made for.

And what’s Lydia’s Law #1? Nothing gets done without alcohol.

Talk about your truth universally acknowledged, am I right?

What? I got a t-shirt too! And I made mine awesome.

And what’s the best way to get alcohol? At a party.

And who has already promised to host a party?

Bing. Lee.

Yeah, I know he was drunk at a bar at the time, but the point is, he promised.

And The Lydia Bennet never forgets a promise.

How do you think I got a pony when I was ten?

Sure, Peanut. If the largest energy company in the world files for bankruptcy,

then you can have a pony.

Hell-o Mr. Wuffles.

Okay, so this is how it went down with Bing Lee the other day.

Oh, Lydia. Are you making a video?