The Lizzie Bennet Diaries

Hi everyone! You’re probably wondering what

happened after I left that voicemail in my last video.

Well… I hadn't heard anything.

Days passed… And then last night, my doorbell rang.

My name is Lizzie Bennet,

and guess who showed up on my doorstep in the rain last night.

Not who you were expecting, right?

Wow. Way to ask a leading question.

And you know what I’m here.

- It’s our birthday. - And it's a pivotal year: 25!

Does being 25 mean that we will be frequently indulging

in melodramatics like showing up at my doorstep in the rain?

It was drizzling at best.

Oh and by the by, small bone to pick.

You had 96 episodes to think of a costume for me.

And you came up with pigtails and a book?!

I was working with what I had.

A book? And what was with the purple hat?

You have a purple hat! And you showed up with ice cream and a cheesy movie.

I was trying to be a supportive bestie. You needed the distraction.

I don’t need distraction.

Oh yeah? You want to show the lovely people your internet browser history?

No.

Honestly, I don't need to be distracted.

I’m spending as much time as possible with Lydia,

and I have my final independent study to do.

Oh yeah, what company are you going to shadow?

My own, actually.

Well, my own pretend company.

Even though I’m using the diaries as my thesis project,

I'm writing up a prospectus and study

as if the diaries were the launch of

a web production company using everything

I’ve learned from my other shadowing experiences.

So I’ll be writing up what the objectives are,

what they would be in the future…

Save the world, change the culture, all that.

Actually, come to think of it, if the diaries are about my life,

this is this kind of the final exam of my life.

- So… no pressure or anything. - None whatsoever!

Have we beat around on the bush enough for you?

Come on. I really… I don’t want to talk about it.

When has that ever mattered?

You’ve talked about everyone else's dramas and heartaches on your videos.

Your sisters', your friends'...

We come here and pratically make confession,