awkward life stories with lydia

ways in which i am Albert

-judgey judge mcjudgerson

-won’t stop talking about favorite artists

-obsessed with stuff that happened a long time ago

-CHARLES DICKENS IS MAH HOMEBOY

-bad at waltzing

-secret drama king 

-stares awkwardly at crush from a distance

-tries to be clever sounding. accidentally insults crush. 

-recklessly rips clothing

-super chill sibling 

-did i mention secret drama king? 

Just once before I die I want to go to a real black tie event wearing a gorgeous dress and ridiculously high heels and borrowed jewelery that’s worth more than I am. 

STORYTIME:
So my little brother texted me (well he borrowed my Mum’s phone to text me) to ask if I wanted to take him to a movie tonight, I said sure because, not living at home I never really see him. It turns out though, he wasn’t really that interested in Zootopia, HE JUST WANTED TO FANGIRL OVER AGENT CARTER WITH ME
The second I picked him up we started yelling at each other about how awesome it was and how excited we were about Peggy and Sousa getting together (he thinks the Peggysous ship name is hilarious) and how Wilkes is great too and we’re not sure why but we love Howard too and how bad he felt for Violet. Then he grabs my phone and is all “I want to show you this one picture of Sousa, but not while you’re driving because I know you love him and I don’t want you to swoon and crash us ” which I thought was adorable. I asked him how he found the picture and he was all “oh I googled him because it’s super cool how he fights with his crutch and I want to be able to do that.” then I got all emotional and said to him “Luke, if you grow up to be like Daniel Sousa I will be so so proud to call you my brother.” Then he nodded all solemnly and showed me that one picture of Daniel making his Here Comes The Smolder Face and we ended up seeing Kung Fu Panda 3 because Zootopia was sold out.

My 6 year old little sister has her first literary crush.

It’s on John Thornton.

She was like this every single time he came on screen:

But really, can you blame the girl?

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Joining in on the “Blind Date With a Book” library trend, I spent all day putting this up at my library. I wrote up personal ads for all of the books as a bit of a description and wrapped them up. So far they’re a hit!

  • My Tumblr on Most Days: Shows I watch, books, jokes, random stuff that strikes my fancy...
  • My Tumblr on Mondays and Thursdays: LIZZIE BENNET DIARIES!! LIZZIE BENNET DIARIES!! LIZZIE BENNET DIARIES!! LIZZIE BENNET DIARIES!! LIZZIE BENNET DIARIES!! LIZZIE BENNET DIARIES!! LIZZIE BENNET DIARIES!! LIZZIE BENNET DIARIES!! LIZZIE BENNET DIARIES!! LIZZIE BENNET DIARIES!! LIZZIE BENNET DIARIES!! LIZZIE BENNET DIARIES!! LIZZIE BENNET DIARIES!! LIZZIE BENNET DIARIES!! LIZZIE BENNET DIARIES!! LIZZIE BENNET DIARIES!! LIZZIE BENNET DIARIES!! LIZZIE BENNET DIARIES!! LIZZIE BENNET DIARIES!! LIZZIE BENNET DIARIES!! LIZZIE BENNET DIARIES!! LIZZIE BENNET DIARIES!! LIZZIE BENNET DIARIES!!
Filed Under: Texts I Receive from my Mother
  • Mom: Where be-est thou mine own true child?
  • Me: I be-est at mine place of labor where I am most always on the night of Thor, Mother of mine.
  • Mom: I must express my sincere gratitude at the receiving of thine communication, for thou knowest thy mother finds it a sore challenge to track thine ever-changing schedule.
  • Me: I am honored to be bestowed with thy gratitude but am hesitant to bring to thy attention that I have worked on the night of Thor for many moons.
  • Mom: Hark! Didst thou takest all mine left-over roasted vegetables THOU SMALL IMP?
  • Me: I confess, I am wracked with the crippling emotion of guilt, but on my honor, I was vastly an hungered!
  • Mom: Thou shalt be placed in the stocks immediately upon thy return home and shall be fed with bread and water for two days unless thou repent in sack cloth and ashes!

I don’t want a boy who can sweep me off my feet when I’m twenty.

I want a man who’ll still want to hold my hand when I’m eighty.

I don't think people realize how special it is to have friends on the Internet.

Because internet friends are different from other friends. Like the “We’re-live-in-close-proximity-to-each-other-and-are-obliged-to-spend-time-together-this-will-be-easier-if-we’re-friends” from school and work or the “We-share-similar-DNA-so-we-should-probably-like-each-other” family friends.

Here on the internet we don’t have the limitation of proximity. You had your pick of all the other billions and billions of people with blogs and profiles and URLs and out of all of them you choose me. Out of every single person who has tossed their thoughts out into the void of the internet you wanted to hear more of what I had to say. You choose me and I can never articulate how much of an honor it is for me to be your friend.