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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