'All I want for Christmas is you' ♥

22/12/2010

December 25th is fast approaching us, and it looks like snow has decided to join us. I hate snow,  I really hate snow - it's cold, slippy, dangerous and even if you love snow a lot, you will still complain afterwards. It's like: Snow! Before it gets on your tits. Or... I'm having a baby! Before childbirth, then it wrecks. And you complain... a lot.

But I do have to admit, under the conditions that my body is firmly  inside and the snow is firmly outside, it's quite pretty and festive especially because it's three days until 'The Big C'. Lol I'm joking I'm not that uncouth, it's just some may refer to it as 'The Big C' because it's the best day of the year for some :]

Christmas tree at Mother's ♥

Don't get me wrong, I love Christmas, it's brilliant really. BUT (there's always a but with everything) Christmas has turned into a commercial holiday and people don't actually remember why they have 2 weeks off school, work etc! Christmas is meant to be a religious holiday to remember the birth of Jesus - even though he was actually born 4BC, yes that is before christ hahaaaa, 25th December year 0001 is just symbolic, oh dear- who was born to be the saviour for everyone.
Ironically, I'm not religious and just marvel at the fact that it's the day for giving and receiving presents but I am aware of the Jesus thing, obviously otherwise I wouldn't be writing about it.

Chrismas tree at Father's ♥ 

Got to mention the Christmas trees. You're basically classed as a Scrooge if you don't have a Christmas tree up in your house (preferably the lounge xD) but they're so pretty and worth the effort that you just have to have one! You can see the two that my family put up in the two households, wonderful :]

All my love,
Libby
x

'Diamonds don't blink in the dark.'

The most expensive charm by Pandora. £620. *Drules*.

I'd never wear my bracelet if I had this. Dilemma.

I'm never going to get it anyway. Wishful thinking never hurt anyone :]

UPDATE ON 7/1/11 - Pandora have been little fucks and raised every fucking charm like by £3480667495867495, so this is now £720.  ARSE HOLES :(

'Aint no mountain high enough, aint no valley low enough.'

06/12/10

I'm not going to lie, it's been a while since inspiration struck me and i'm still a little devoid but it has been so so long, therefore i'm a little obliged really - never mind.

I've been going through a really rough time in recent days but as the saying goes, through pain you find strength and I've definitely realised that my friendships have a lot of strength and more depth than I really ever thought they did. My best friends have been so supportive and I couldn't ask for a better set of people! I get them and they get me so it works wonderfully, and if you've ever met them you'll know how amazingly overtly sexual they are. It's... weird, but cool. ;] I've also found that quite a lot of people who i thought (as the term states) 'nothinged me' actually do care a great deal and i'm eternally grateful for the support.

When I have time I shal change this photo to a more recent one :]

I can't say I'm not scarred and wonderfully untouched by recent events, because I'd be lying. Really badly. But nevertheless I believe that it has developed me as a person and I'm a little bit more mature than I was the day before. I dread the day i'm senile and suddenly it works the opposite way and you become less mature (excuse the unintentional pun) each day. Dear God, please shoot me if this happens?

I love the little things that people do or say that can just make your day instantly. It could just be a little innocent but genuine smile at someone and you've made their day! You may not know it but it's worth a try, besides what is there to lose? If they've had a crap day then they need a genuine smile and if you've had a crap day then putting on a genuine smile is proven to lift your mood, even for just a second. Awesome. But, as with all of life, there is the antithesis. How irritating. If we are mindful of what we say about or to people then there's less of a chance that you'll be hung up over something someone said to you and then you've got more time to think about other things that may well be positive. It's especially bad when it's someone close to you that says something a little offensive and suddenly what would be merely a scratch on the surface if said by anyone else is now unduly knifing you where it hurts most. Though being all philosophical I, ironically, am quite guilty of not thinking before I speak very often but as is true with most people (unless you're Simon Cowell) you can give out the best advice in the world but you can never take your own.

All my love,
Libby :]
x

'We can cry together, we can grow together, be ourselves together. And I love you more than music.'

04/10/10

Today I am ill and bound to my sociology project; perfect opportunity to think of yet another excuse to why I should be doing something else other than my sociology project. I'll deal with that and the consequences, if any. Mr Butcher, such an apt name... Bazinga.

This post is dedicated to my boyfriend of nearly 14 months if you count from the date he asked me out, or just over 14 months if you count from our first kiss. Young love, Exhibit A: (knowing the dates and times of your first kiss and when you first started going out) LOL. I'm not complaining :]

I'm not one for posting loads of statuses of how madly in love with him I am,  or writing big long essays on a regular basis spilling my heart out (an example of  young love that, strangely, I am not privy to!) but he's a wonderful guy so I thought now would be a nice time to tell the world how amazing he is.

This is the most recent picture of himself and I that I have taken. I'm biased (bien sur) but isn't he gorgeous? :D

I love every single little piece of him that he has; I love him for who he is, what he is, why he is the way he is, how he became to be all that he is and where he is now in his life and physical state. I want him and need him and I'm honestly baffled by any thoughts that come into my mind about if I ever were to lose him.

If anyone were to ask me if I was in love with him I would reply that yes, I really am in love with him. And if what Brad and I believe to be love really is not true love at all, then I don't care whatsoever, because what ever it is that I am therefore feeling is the most amazing feeling that has ever to existed in my heart, and I wouldn't want real love if it meant I had to trade in what I feel for Brad now with an unknown.

You're amazing Brad and 'the best part of me was always you'. You really are my world and I love you with al of my heart. You're the best thing ever to have happened to me and I'm eternally grateful for making my life the best it could possibly be at all times. <3

All my love,
Libby :] x

'Time goes by so slowly.'

25/08/10

From September two years ago until this June, I studied for my GCSEs and now I have my results! In retrospect it seems rather pointless working for two years to receive a piece of paper which on it has letters that my school's ethos gave me a specific opinion of. Nonetheless I was not disappointed with many of my results at all:

In the end I ascertained 3 A*s, 4 As and 6 Bs. So not too bad really :D I was predicted 3 As, couple of Cs and the rest Bs. I got an A in maths! (you'd understand my excitement if you knew how utterly terrible I have always been at that subject) Woot!

As a well done my wonderful mother bought me a pandora charm. J'adore ca. <3

'Earless and eyeless, perfectly voiceless.'

22/08/10

This poem is one of the very few that I liked from our GCSE syllabus. I wouldn't say I'm as much as a feminist as Sylvia Path was, the writer of this poem, but I just love how it's put across. :]

Mushrooms
Overnight, very
Whitely, discreetly,
Very quietly

Our toes, our noses
Take hold on the loam,
Acquire the air.
Nobody sees us,
Stops us, betrays us;
The small grains make room.

Soft fists insist on
Heaving the needles,
The leafy bedding,
Even the paving.
Our hammers, our rams,
Earless and eyeless,

Perfectly voiceless,
Widen the crannies,
Shoulder through holes. We

Diet on water,
On crumbs of shadow,
Bland-mannered, asking
Little or nothing.
So many of us!
So many of us!
We are shelves, we are
Tables, we are meek,
We are edible,
Nudgers and shovers
In spite of ourselves.
Our kind multiplies:
We shall by morning
Inherit the earth.
Our foot's in the door.

'Home could be anywhere when I am holding you.'

21/08/09

Blackpool. WHAT A HOLIDAY! I went with my boyfriend and all of his friends to the heart of Blackpool from Friday 13th (shock horror) to the Monday - so a weekend thing really.

 Ah the happy couple :] ^^
We basically spent all of our nights drinking in clubs and all of our days walking around the beach; the local shops and attractions doing whatever the flop we wanted. Twas brilliant really.

In this picture you see Syndicate in the background, and a little bit - and I stress only a little bit! - hungover Libby in the foreground. We went there the night before this photo was taken and it was awesome. Though it was slightly too large and Brad and I had a slight issue in finding the other drunkards :] As far as my knowledge goes, it holds the most amount of people on one floor than any other club in Europe, hence why we lost people; and also hence why - even on a Saturday night - the top floor was closed because not enough people were in the club. If I'm being honest there were ridiculous amounts of people there! So we didn't get the full Syndicate experience but it was good enough for us to remove our original plan to just generally club hop because of our wristband things. So, all was well :]

This particular holiday was my first without any adult supervision (if you don't count eighteen year olds as adults, of course) and I full on adored the independence it gave me! It was generally speaking inexpensive and most definitely THE holiday to remember :D x

'So take the photographs and still frames in your mind, hang it on a shelf in good health and good time.'

18/08/09

I'm safely back from Turkey, I got home at about 1.30 dans the matin and I slept a lot and I feel recovered enough to write about the wonderful time I had there!

I went with my mother, my sister Ellie, my nanna, my uncle and my two cousins James and Matt. Yes, as you can see there were quite a few of us to all be going on holiday together so my Uncle (i do love his sense of humor) founded the 'Von Trapp Seven'. Everywhere we went, to round us up one of us would shout 'Von Trapps!' and there were the 'older types' and the 'younger sorts' within our clan.

'the von trapp seven.'

It was a holiday full of laughter that for every day that we were there, a 'quote of the day' was introduced and we had to choose which was the funniest thing someone said that day. My personal favourite was 'Actually, Matt your balls are quite tasty.' Don't ask. I'm now wondering why I put a private joke on a contraption that people are supposed to read...

Our days consisted of trying to learn the lingo which ended abysmally - sizzling sorbet - sunbathing and eating and drinking as much as we jolly well liked. Oh the wonders of all inclusive holidays.

'As this picture demonstrates, I do not tan awfully well...'

 We also met some absolutely wonderful people there. Jess and her family from Manchester could not have been any nicer if we'd asked for it. Without them our holiday may not have been as enjoyable being as we were able to share the lovely moments that we had in Baia Lara other than amongst ourselves. We spent days sunbathing together and spent the evenings wandering and doing as we pleased. All in all a beautiful family and a beautiful holiday.

Oh. My. Goodness. Turkish baths.com. When taking a break from the 36 degree heat, you walk into this spa and this particular room is where you can perform Turkish baths. It's huge; it's fully marble; the marble is nicely heated; the room smells gorgeous and  you can just pour water over yourselves and others with authentic jugs and such. Amazing.

While there we also had a photo shoot done just for the hell of it and it wasn't cheap but we had a lovely time doing it - the photographer being foreign to us was trying desperately to get us to understand him: 'Little up, stronger!' He was a dude.

I loved Turkey very very much and I've made memories I'll never forget. <3

All my love, Libby :] x

'This is the dawning of the rest of our lives, on holiday'

30/7/10

So I officially finished my GCSEs six weeks ago which means six weeks exactly of not having to think about anything (well minus my Grade 5 flute but that doesn't count. But I passed nonetheless!). But I was told that it starts to get boring but so far I've had the equivalent to what I usually get if I'm not doing exams and I'm really not feeling the need to go back to school to start afresh at Sixth form. I was half expecting to be itching to get back to start - and finish - my A levels but I'm happily doing nothing drastically important and wasting my time blissfully.

I really wanted a job to keep me busy over the summer holiday, and in fact i still really want one now but I've not been able to get hold of one because of the economic climate and the fact that there's actually no point now! In the next six weeks I'm so busy it's hard to put my feet on the ground and it'd also be hard to keep my job on the ground (yes I do count seeing my boyfriend as being busy :])

The plan is:
> I'm going to Turkey for a week in FOUR DAYS! I wasn't previously excited but after talking to a friend who has just come back from Ibiza and told me all of his stories I began to feel the urge to create some stories for me to tell when I got home so I'm now looking forward to it.
> I get back early morning on the Wednesday and on the Thursday I go to Birmingham in preparation for going to Blackpool with my gorgeous one for the weekend! Excited much about this one; It's been talked and discussed a lot therefore I get excited.
>A week at home. Woot. BUT then I'm off to Yorkshire for a week with my father. We're going to Yorkshire because I refused to go to Wales this year after previously going for the past 245568545 years; excuse the hyperbole. But yes a trade off between Wales and Yorkshire... Not sure who wins.

Keep looking for updates and photos of how all the holidays are going or have been! It'll probably be the main consistency of my blog for a while.

All my love, Libby :] x

'And they'll give us a talking to, cause they've got years of experience'

8/7/10

The youth of today. We're portrayed so awfully by everyone, the government, older people, our parents and in fact even the teenagers seem to stereotype other teenagers that they walk by. But the truth is, we're not so bad.

Recently I was walking around town and an old man scowled unnecessarily at me. I checked whether the clothes that I was wearing may have been slightly revealing and inappropriate; they weren't, I wondered if I'd put on too much makeup; I was wearing next to nothing. So I came to the conclusion that this old man must have been scowling at me because of the stereotype of the whole youth of today. I've also had first hand experience of an old woman accusing me of 'pushing in front of her' waiting for the queue for the bus! It seems to me that these people are more childish that than the automatically criminalised teenagers of this society.

Just because sometimes we may walk around in a hoodie, or may be socialising with a rather large group of people, it by no stretch of the imagination automatically means that we want to harm people over 40 or binge drink until our stomachs need to be pumped.
I'm not going to lie, yes we do like a drink, people my age are experimenting with how much they can drink and what makes them hungover and not - but it is the small minority that when having a drink get violent, and an even smaller amount get into serious trouble because of drinking and drugs.

The press are far too inclined to scrutinise teenagers but are not so fast to comment upon the hard work and wonderful things that they can do for their society. Through the press is where the stereotypes have evolved because there is such a lack of good press on the youth. There are far too many articles on teenage pregnancy - which, although it may be high in the UK, most people are sensible!

I reckon we should just get given a break from the scrutiny just a little bit, because how else would we learn to make the right choice without making the mistakes?

All my love, Libby :]
x

'Once, when I was Little'

7/07/10

I was very recently reading the autobiography that I created when I was only in year 6 and I realised how so much has changed, and how really somethings will never change.

Reading what I thought were the most important aspects of my life so far up to that point, it really made me think about my priorities and the simplicity of life.

Nothing is ever simple; a child's thought tracks are so complex but, by looking back into the past, I was able to see that for every day that your heart beats you learn some more and everything surrounding your life also gets more complicated and deep.

What never changed about me even though 5 years have passed since I wrote my first mini autobiography is the way I react to certain situations and how I write about them. Ever since I was a small child I wanted to sing, so obviously that was my top priority of writing when I was young!

So, this is me when I was very very young and it's very unfortunate that I really haven't changed. Oh. Dear.

I was born in Burton and moved to the city in which I live in now, Derby, when I was about 5 or 6 to go to a good school and to give me a wonderful education. I obviously built who I was at my Primary school and then moved up to the Secondary school that I attend now, called Ecclesbourne.

It's a good school... but I have an issue with the monotonous and mechanical view of getting ridiculously high grades.

Other than that I have lived a very sheltered life, in fact to the point where I was asked my my English GCSE exam to write about the challenges and hardships that I have faced that were notable and I found it rather difficult! But this by no means goes to then say that when I hit the independent world on my own i will be struggling. To be quite honest, I've had a good upbringing and I'm VERY appreciative of that :D

WISH ME LUCK FOR MY GRADE 5 FLUTE EXAM TODAY! :o

All my love, Libby :]

x

'This is the First Day of my Life'

6/7/10

This is my first blog post and I'm going to be honest, I'm very new to this; it is all very alien to me. As my friend and I like to say: 'Hi, I'm Libby, I'm new.'

First of all, let me explain the title of my blog - 'Ad Lib'. The dictionary definition is:
1. Something improvised in speech or music.

2. At one's pleasure; without restriction.

This sums me up very neatly; I like having no restrictions on my thoughts and in my music, I adore beyond compare to just completely let myself go when I sing. (Also the 'Lib' of the 'Ad Lib' is also a nickname of mine but that was just for added effect!)

Next I shall explain the title of my blog. This is a line, and in fact also the title of a Bright Eyes song, notably called 'First Day of my Life'. The song is about feeling as if everything in his life had completely started afresh again after meeting the love of his life. Excusing what seems to be hyperbolic, it is a song about new beginnings and feeling completely new to themselves and their feelings.

I felt this was appropriate for my first blog because it is the start of something that I've never attempted before and it would also be a place to explore feelings and goings on and writing them down in the hope that someone may be interested! Hopefully - though this is just one of my aspirations when it comes to things like this, the novelty may fade after a while - I would like the title of each blog post to be a line from a song that I deem fitting for the subject matter of the post. But hey, we'll see shall we not?

All my love, Libby :]

x