OOM: Planning the first video
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thelizziebennet"I'm Lizzie Bennet and I really like reading!"
"I'm Lizzie Bennet and I have three sisters and am in grad school and...uh."
"I'm Lizzie Bennet and I'm the most boring human being alive!"
No. No. No.
Lizzie sighs and shuts the lid of her laptop with an emphatic click.
Figuring out what to talk about in her videos is proving harder than she thought it would.
Be yourself! Charlotte had said. You're funny and smart. It doesn't matter what you say. No one's really going to watch these except Professor Gardiner and our classmates.
Still, Lizzie doesn't want to look like a total moron on the Internet. It's her name in the title and she doesn't want the Google searches to turn up anything too embarrassing. She would like a job one day, after all.
She stands up and stretches. "What I need," she announces to her empty room. "Is a snack. And caffeine. I'm sure I'll come up with something brilliant after that."
In the kitchen, she brews a cup of Irish breakfast tea (Jane's - Lizzie prefers English breakfast or coffee, but Jane finds both a bit too strong and likes the mellower Irish or Earl Grey) and cuts a wedge of cheddar into bite-sized chunks. She adds a few grapes and crackers to her plate and is ready to head into the dining room to make a few more notes on the video when she hears her mother's voice in the den.
Not wanting to catch her mother's eye, Lizzie decides to munch right where she is. It's not eavesdropping if you didn't plan on it, right?
"Really, Tom, can you believe Netherfield sold for that much? I didn't realize real estate values had rebounded that much."
"Mmmm." Her father is noncommittal. Unsurprisingly.
"It's a good sign, considering, wouldn't you say?"
"Good signs aren't everything, dear."
"No, but..." Mrs. Bennet lets out a long sigh and turns the subject to what really interests her. "And I hear it was bought up by a young man from a wealthy family. Emily Lu says he's studying to be a doctor. With an undergraduate degree from Harvard."
Lizzie freezes. An idea has struck. A completely insane idea that might also be completely brilliant. Maybe. She is afraid to leave, because she doesn't want to miss any part of this conversation. She needs to hear all of it to have enough material for before she can really assess the idea fully. Of course that's all. She's not even a little curious about this academically talented and rich young man.
"Well, if Emily Lu says it's true, it must be so."
Mrs. Bennet, clearly exasperated, says, "I just think it might be nice for our girls to meet him. They might hit it off. Wouldn't that be nice?"
"I can't really say, as I haven't even met the man."
Lizzie muffles a snicker at this.
Mrs. Bennet sighs again. "Well, I would love it if you would introduce yourself. I'd like to bake him a pie to welcome him to the neighborhood."
Mr. Bennet offers another noncommittal murmur, and Lizzie can tell the conversation is at an end. She sneaks out of the kitchen, trying to keep as quiet as possible so as not to have her mother descend upon her with the Exciting! News! About Netherfield!
Rifling through her closet, she pulls out of its deepest recesses a certain T-shirt made up by her darling mother.
Yes. This is the perfect intro to her video diary.
The she texts a quick note to Charlotte: I have a plan for the videos. Let's film tomorrow?
Charlotte replies five minutes later. Sure. I'll put it on my list. Should I be scared or relieved?
Lizzie smiles broadly. This might actually be fun.
You'll find out tomorrow!
"I'm Lizzie Bennet and I have three sisters and am in grad school and...uh."
"I'm Lizzie Bennet and I'm the most boring human being alive!"
No. No. No.
Lizzie sighs and shuts the lid of her laptop with an emphatic click.
Figuring out what to talk about in her videos is proving harder than she thought it would.
Be yourself! Charlotte had said. You're funny and smart. It doesn't matter what you say. No one's really going to watch these except Professor Gardiner and our classmates.
Still, Lizzie doesn't want to look like a total moron on the Internet. It's her name in the title and she doesn't want the Google searches to turn up anything too embarrassing. She would like a job one day, after all.
She stands up and stretches. "What I need," she announces to her empty room. "Is a snack. And caffeine. I'm sure I'll come up with something brilliant after that."
In the kitchen, she brews a cup of Irish breakfast tea (Jane's - Lizzie prefers English breakfast or coffee, but Jane finds both a bit too strong and likes the mellower Irish or Earl Grey) and cuts a wedge of cheddar into bite-sized chunks. She adds a few grapes and crackers to her plate and is ready to head into the dining room to make a few more notes on the video when she hears her mother's voice in the den.
Not wanting to catch her mother's eye, Lizzie decides to munch right where she is. It's not eavesdropping if you didn't plan on it, right?
"Really, Tom, can you believe Netherfield sold for that much? I didn't realize real estate values had rebounded that much."
"Mmmm." Her father is noncommittal. Unsurprisingly.
"It's a good sign, considering, wouldn't you say?"
"Good signs aren't everything, dear."
"No, but..." Mrs. Bennet lets out a long sigh and turns the subject to what really interests her. "And I hear it was bought up by a young man from a wealthy family. Emily Lu says he's studying to be a doctor. With an undergraduate degree from Harvard."
Lizzie freezes. An idea has struck. A completely insane idea that might also be completely brilliant. Maybe. She is afraid to leave, because she doesn't want to miss any part of this conversation. She needs to hear all of it to have enough material for before she can really assess the idea fully. Of course that's all. She's not even a little curious about this academically talented and rich young man.
"Well, if Emily Lu says it's true, it must be so."
Mrs. Bennet, clearly exasperated, says, "I just think it might be nice for our girls to meet him. They might hit it off. Wouldn't that be nice?"
"I can't really say, as I haven't even met the man."
Lizzie muffles a snicker at this.
Mrs. Bennet sighs again. "Well, I would love it if you would introduce yourself. I'd like to bake him a pie to welcome him to the neighborhood."
Mr. Bennet offers another noncommittal murmur, and Lizzie can tell the conversation is at an end. She sneaks out of the kitchen, trying to keep as quiet as possible so as not to have her mother descend upon her with the Exciting! News! About Netherfield!
Rifling through her closet, she pulls out of its deepest recesses a certain T-shirt made up by her darling mother.
Yes. This is the perfect intro to her video diary.
The she texts a quick note to Charlotte: I have a plan for the videos. Let's film tomorrow?
Charlotte replies five minutes later. Sure. I'll put it on my list. Should I be scared or relieved?
Lizzie smiles broadly. This might actually be fun.
You'll find out tomorrow!
