I am Elizabeth Bennet. Kind of.
I'm not feeling well today. And so, as per section 6, subsection 13 of the "How to care for your Chantelle Froc" manual, that means I must watch Pride and Prejudice. It's my sick movie. (Not to be confused with Beaches, which is my sad movie.)
I never get tired of watching Pride and Prejudice. I love the cinematography and the actors and the music and the costumes... I've watched all the bonus features and listened to the commentaries so many times I could probs recite them verbatim. My grad dress was even modeled after one of the dresses in the movie. I understand this is not normal. But hey, at least I'm not addicted to hard drugs right?
Ways Elizabeth Bennet (a.k.a. The raddest female literary character ever) and I are twinners:
1. We both have sisters that people fawn over. AND people love to remind us of how said sisters are cuter than us. Let me tell you, nothing is more irritating to an 8 year-old than that. I'm not bitter... Moving on.
2. We both have brown hair.
3. Our dads both like plants. My dad does landscaping sometimes... Her dad has lots of weird plants in his office...
4. We both like playing in the rain. There are a LOT of rainy days in this movie. Seriously. But that never stops Lizzy Bennet! She just runs around soggy English countrysides in a full length dress like a boss. I prefer boots or bare feet personally, but to each her own.
5. We both like to sarcastically mock tease boys. Sometimes to their faces. (*cough* Mr. Collins *cough*) The hard part is to be able to do this, leave them unaware that they have been mocked, and still sound like a lady. Boom.
6. Elizabeth has four siblings, I have four siblings.
7. We like to go for walks. Long walks. Walks that are so long that people question our sanity.
8. We like dances. We like late night chats. We hate when our siblings are annoying. We pretend not to like men. We both hate Mr. Collins an awful lot. We like travelling. We write letters.
9. We're fiercely protective of people close to us.
10. Elizabeth has pearls in her hair when she attends the Netherfield ball. Dude. Pearls? Yes, please!
Now if you'll excuse me, I need tea and soup and someone to sing "Soft Kitty" to me. :(






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