The Lizzie Bennet Diaries

I'm smiling today, good people of the Internet.

Why?

Because the remodeling of my house, yes my parents house,

I still live at home what's your point, is almost done.

And it's almost the end of another day, so that's two weeks folks!

Any minute now my mother is going to call me to tell me that we can go back home.

And I'm going to capture it live for you viewers.

Any minute.

Any minute now.

My name is Lizzie Bennett and I'm dying to get out of here.

Does a watched phone never ring?

- It's Caroline. -Uh, come in.

- Mind if I join you? - Not at all, but it's not very interesting in here.

I am anxiously waiting for a phone call from my mother.

Wow, I never thought I'd say that.

- Is your house almost finished? - That's the rumor.

You know we love having you here.

And before you and Jane showed up, I was all by myself with Darcy and my brother.

The more the merrier. How can I convince you to stay?

Oh, I believe our chef is roasting piglet tonight.

It's not you. You are great. It's, you know, it's me. I'm, uh...

Lizzie Bennett, did you just give me the "it's not you, it's me"?

No. Yeah.

But, it's not either of us. It's my mother.

She can't live without us.

Really?

And Charlotte hates editing these all by herself.

Really?

Would you believe I miss Lydia?

- It's Darcy, isn't it? - Oh God.

You'd think in a house this big I wouldn't keep running into him!

Like, just last night, you were all playing a game. - But weren't you reading?

I was trying to read, little did I know I was setting myself up for more of Darcy scrutiny.

Or as I shall now call it: Darceny.

Caroline, would you like to join me for a rousing round of Darceny?

- Oh, is this where we dress up? - Welcome to another edition of Darceny!