History Fair Documentary (at last!)

I'm sorry it's taken so long to upload.

FOR YOU, DEBORAH.

Watch here

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Sonnetsaresocoollike

I had to write a sonnet for Brit Lit this week, and what would be more appropriate than an ode to my favorite Brit?

As he lightly strums his ukulele,

All eight hundred thousand subscribers swoon

He sings of Doctor Who and acne

And eats baby food on a silver spoon

Others may find his profession quite strange

As he records himself for a living

But there isn’t a thing I would exchange

Than to watch the British teenager sing

With an accent to make anyone blush

And his charm making him hard to dislike

I must admit I have a little crush

On a certain Charlieissocoollike

This may be a strange theme for a sonnet

But, indeed, we are taking british lit

I have too much time on my hands.

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I'm very bad at this.

I'm sorry. I'msorryimsorryimsorry. I should blog. I know I should. It's just that there are so many distracting things on the Internet, that I forget to blog because I'm too busy clicking on the ten thousandth flashmob video.

What is wrong with me?

Although I never actually post on mine, I have become quite obsessed with other peoples' blogs. It's kind of lovely, but if people knew how much I looked through their little webpages, I think they would be pretty concerned. Oh dear.

Recently, I've been watching more and more romantic short films just to sympathize with myself over being completely out of touch with the attractive male species. For some reason, I feel really great when I cry by myself in front of my computer, and then go stalk British YouTubers on the Internet. It's a strange routine, but it's quite effective.

Things like this are the highlight of my day. Brilliant.

I will post more, I should post more. It's just that there's this flashmob video that I really should go watch. Oh, and I think Charlie might have just updated his Twitter. Sometimes, being a Léa is truly hectic.

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Strange One.

I know. I haven't blogged in a month. How can you procrastinate something you have barely started? Who knows.

I have an unhealthy obsession with a certain british YouTuber. I mean, it's pretty difficult to resist lovely English accent, incredible ukulele talents, and a charming mole on the side of someone's face. It's pretty much impossible. It's also kind of hard not to have a dozen of his videos downloaded onto my computer (just in case the internet crashes), a collection of his songs, and pictures all saved onto my hard drive.

                                            Nevermind, that's just creepy.
                                                  (But I can't help it.)

I can officially say I have become a crazy fangirl. The strange part is, I am not some Justin Bieber raving, Johnny Depp loving 14 year old. I'm a YouTube stalker.
Oh dear.

But hey, I did have quite a great time jamming out alone in my kitchen to "Chemical Love".

I need to stop.

Aurevoir, mes amis.

Hello, my friend.

There are some things you just promise yourself that you'll do eventually. For me, making a blog was one of them - and here we are. And to be honest, I'm pretty darn pumped. This is going to be a fun little project, and possibly a more constructive way to waste my life on the computer - no, just kidding. I'm excited to finally have a space to ramble on to my dear computer screen, and have a home for all of my ridiculous ideas, obsessions, and questions. This, my friend, is going to be fun.

I should probably introduce myself. I'm almost positive you already know who I am, and if not, nice to meet you. My name is Léa. I listen to weird music, I thrive on instant ramen, and I have loner dance parties in my room every night. I'm fascinated by fonts, and if you walk down a street with me, there are high chances that I blurt out the name of a typeface on some billboard in front of us. Just a warning. I like making movies about anything I have footage from, I like to crack my toes, I like to wake up in the middle of the night and realize that I have tons of time left to sleep. I love laughing until I can't breathe anymore, I love giving compliments to strangers, I love my mom. I don't have secrets, although I wish there was some crazy thing that people didn't know about me, and that I could reveal to extremely close friends. I can roll my stomach in some crazy ways, and I'm really good at picking things up with my toes.

That's quite a bit of Léa facts right there. I'm pretty sure that now you know enough that I won't seem completely out of it in the next post. Aurevoir, mes amis!

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