Give Me Grief.

Last year in May my Grandfather passed away. Regretfully, I didn't deal with it well and therefore am still dealing with the repercussions of that, but that's a different blog post (If I ever decide that I want to talk about it at all.)  

I remember stumbling across this video (A little too late may I add) and totally understanding everything Louise had to say. One of the things that struck a chord with me more than anything is her honesty and bravery.

Not everybody would be able to post a video about this, not many people would want to share a moment of 'weakness' with millions of people. But she did. I can say from personal experience that talking about death is a very difficult thing to do. I'd much rather ignore it and pretend it didn't happen but that's not the case.

Not talking about things doesn't help, if anything it prolongs the pain you're in and manifests itself into something more than just grief. Whatever emotion you're feeling: anxiety, sadness, happiness, stress, confusion etc- talk about it. I'm saying this now because I understand what it's like to not talk about it and I can't help but feel that getting it off of my chest at the beginning would mean I'd be in a better place now and after all, nobody's going to judge you for feeling what you feel.

My friends (more or less) have been great after I've explained to them what I'm going through. The hardest part of it is working through it and the initial action of understanding within yourself that you have this issue to face.

The most important thing to know, is that having a mental illness or feeling any extreme version of emotion doesn't make you any less of a human. It doesn't make you weak. It doesn't mean you've been defeated. Yes, it's a challenge, but it's a challenge that can be overcome. It's a challenge that will make you strong. It's a challenge that will give you determination.

That's all for now Fellow friends of the interweb, the video is below at the bottom of this  paragraph thing but if that doesn't work click Here to watch it.

The song of this post is: You Raise Me Up by Westlife mainly because all of my friends cry when listening to it so I thought it fitting.

-L

The Hairdressers.

Yesterday I went to the hairdressers. My dad booked me in around a month ago and yesterday morning I was SO excited; however, whilst at the hairdressers, I managed to come up with (basically) this entire blog post, so I'll shut my mouth (odd thing to say considering my mouth's not open) and get to the point!

This is a photo of the interior of my hairdressers (courtesy of Google.) It's very trendy isn't it? Very clean, white and shiny, which is fabulous however I'm an idiot and I currently have a concussion so I ended up sliding from one place to another instead of walking. 

Now, whilst at the hairdressers I realized that I'm probably the one type of customer they hate the most: The 'I'm too passive to tell you anything that isn't positive, so I'll continue to communicate in overly happy uh huh's and smiles' customer. So, what with being aforementioned customer, I decided I should share with you a list of things that happen a lot when I go to the hairdressers:

A List Of Things That Happen When I Go To The Hairdressers:

1. When being asked if I want a drink, I will always answer 'No, thank you *smile.*' The same answer will follow 'Do you want a magazine to look at?' No, I do not- however thank you kindly for asking me.
2. 'Is this your natural parting?' If you mean 'Is this where your hair is when you roll out of bed in the morning?' Then yes, yes it is.
3. Ending everything with 'Okay' or 'Good'. Usually used like this: 'She'll be with you in a minute, okay?' No. It's not okay. (Seriously, even if it wasn't okay I don't think I'd be able to tell you, so it's fine that she'll be with me in a minute.)
4. The hair wash. Now, this is a total dilemma- So much so, I'm going to include a list within a list:

The Hair Wash: A List Within A List:

1. The awkward neck angle, it's fabulous to begin with but then it HURTS. I'm talking about chronic neck pain. Not only that but what am I meant to be looking at? Why can't they have built in TV screens attached to the ceiling? Or abstract works of art? Write a poem on the ceiling! Anything that means I'm not counting the number of lights in the ceiling.
2. 'Is this temperature okay for you?' Usually it's fine but I cannot imagine myself telling the lovely person 'No. It's painfully hot.' Obviously, I'd HAVE to if I was verging on tears but otherwise I think I'd keep my mouth shut.
3. When the water decides to run along the side of your ear and down your neck. This means that I have to conceal my laughter. IT TICKLES. 
4. Having Flynn Rider (Aka, Eugene Fitzherbert) give you a head massage. Now, having my head massaged is an intimate experience- nobody other than me is allowed to fondle my hair follicles. So having someone who looks like my favourite Disney prince:

Crossed with Petesjams (Youtuber):

Was extremely distracting. Although, I did enjoy the head massage (does wonders for concussions!)

At the end of my trip to the hairdressers I was VERY pleased with the outcome and no doubt, I did enjoy my time there; the staff were friendly and attentive, the hair cleaning products (didn't want to limit it to shampoo) all smell lovely and they definitely gave me what I wanted, which is what we want from a hairdressers really isn't it!?

That's all for now my fellow friends of the interweb! I shall leave you with todays songs of the post: I See The Light (Tangled Cover) By Petesjams and Carriehopefletcher and Hellfire from The Hunchback of Notre Dam (I thought I'd treat you to two songs today! Note the Disney theme.)

Till then penguin- L

Issues.

I don't know if it's because I'm British (What a way to start a blog post) but I am truly socially inept. Honestly, you can't take me anywhere because something will happen and, chances are, someone will either end up embarrassed, hurt or offended.

 Preferably I'd stick the above photo on my forehead and parade through my life like an elegant seal doing the macarena, however I've yet to witness an elegant seal so unless you find one soon- I'm screwed.  

Again, I think my face in the picture on the left looks rather much like this seal to the right. Just another example of my undeniable grace and good looks (please bare in mind I TRY my hardest not to be a total buffoon.) Here's a list of unfortunate things I do:

A List of Unfortunate Things Libby Does:

1- I am unable to say 'Hello' instead it's usually one of the following: Yo, Howdly-doodly, Hello-nice-to-see-you-to-see-you-nice or (more often than not) Hello kind Sir/Madam.

2- I ask people how they are like this: How art thou? Or I make something up like: Howest hast thou day been? Because saying 'How are you' is so dull.

3- I enjoy saying these two Spanish words: Patatas fritas and un sacapuntas. Mainly because if you don't know any Spanish I could be serenading you with love instead of talking about food and a pencil sharpener. 

4- I like to gallop. Now, I discovered galloping when I was watching Miranda, and honestly whenever I have to run in P.E or drama, I always gallop (obviously I ask first: MANNERS) and I always feel better for galloping.

5- I have a TERRIBLE habit of saying things at inappropriate times. A teacher at my school returned with (majestic, for lack of a better word) hair and I was (loudly) talking about it outside of his classroom whist the door was open (HE WAS INSIDE THE ROOM.) He heard me mention something about "Yeah, it looks better now it's longer- he looks younger, don't you think? What with his man-fro and all." (MAN-FRO!?)  And my friends kindly did the pointy 'he's behind you' thing and we then (loudly) continued to compliment him more to make sure he didn't think we were being rude. 

My friends

My friends

Anyway, that is all for now my fellow friends of the interweb. I shall leave you with this posts song: Esmerelda by Ben Howard (Which happens to be Olli's favourite song of all time.)

Farewell gazelle- L

Animals.

What with having an 19 week old puppy, it's pretty difficult to forget the fact that animals exist; this involved googling animal videos on YouTube and Tumblr, as well as delving into my "Animal Shrine" folder on my computer.

There's a story that come along with my "Animal Shrine" folder and this story is a brief one, however I shall tell thee:

Libby's 'Animal Shrine' Story

For a start, the folder is actually called 'Funny animals' and consists of 265 photos, most of which are related to animals. This folder came into existence around three years ago when I was Skyping my friend and she thought it suitable (rightly so) to send me 265 photos. In all seriousness, my friend thought that it was bloody okay for her to send me 265 photos. Via Skype. I hope you all can understand what a painfully slow experience that was.  Anywho! I ended up downloading and keeping all of them!

I thought I'd be generous and share with you some of my favorite animal photo's in my 'Animal Shrine' folder!

Now you know what I spend my time looking at when I'm incredibly bored! That is all for today my fellow friends of the interweb. I shall leave you with todays song: It's All About You by The YouTube Boyband (May I just add, this is mainly for my friend Josie, who totally adores Joe Sugg.)

Bye bye dragon fly- L

Awkward

Nice to see you to see you nice it is!

My fellow friends of the interweb; I have been on a 10 day hiatus. Mainly because I couldn't think of anything to post!  School's back so I may be posting less frequently, however! I am here today with a post that you will (hopefully) relate to. So, without further ado-on with the show!

I'm a very socially inept person, if you watch 'Miranda' (a British sitcom) you will be familiar with the person that is, Miranda Hart. Now, bless the beautiful soul she is, she's painfully awkward in any sort of occasion- and I, am equally as tragic.

Libby's Tragic Story of Tragiosity:

I decide to go to the toilet. (This is a strange thing for me to do because I don't particularly like public toilets and the whole kerfuffle that goes along with it, however this time I was desperate.) Long story short,  I farted, (loudly, as in mass vibration) then giggled and proceeded to blame it on the person in the cubicle next to me. The other girls in the toilet were clearly confused so just agreed that the atrocious noise came from my innocent friend.

I'm often a victim to embarrassing moments, but I do believe you must embrace it! Do tell me if you have suffered from self inflicted mass embarrassment! Another example is:

One day, I was sat watching tv with my pap and he was channel surfing, and came upon a show about The Black Eyed Peas. Now I'm not a super fan or anything, however- I was just tapping my foot as a music video was played and, although I didn't particularly want to, (however my pap was tapping his foot so I thought he must be enjoying it) we ended up watching it. A few days later, my mum tells me that it turns out my pap didn't want to watch it he just thought I wanted to, both of us just didn't want to tell the other that we didn't want to watch it. #typicalBrit

That's all for now my fellow friends of the interweb! I'll leave you with the song of the post: Keep Your Head Up by Ben Howard

Until then hen- L

Positivity.

*Just a warning I thought I'd insert half way through writing the blog post: All views are based upon personal experiences or friends/families experiences etc. I'm not qualified in anything, but I am a human and I therefore observe. Take this as a lesson of observation if you will. Proceed.*

Hello fellow friends of the interweb,

Today, I'm here with a bit of a more serious blog post. I say 'a bit more' of a serious blog post because it's only serious if you take what I'm saying seriously...Obviously...ANYWAY, before I further digress, let me ask you this; What IS positivity?

The word 'positive' has many meanings in The Oxford Dictionary. (Take a look here if you so wish.) To generalize all of the definitions; the word 'positive' is mainly used to describe something good. Whether that be a certain outcome or mental state.

You're probably tired of the ill-delivered English lesson, but just bare with me for a moment. Although just a word, 'positive' or 'positively', maybe even 'positivity' or 'positiveness', all carry the weight of meaning.

What I mean by this, is when spoken, some words have a larger impact on a person than others. Think about it, when you think of the word 'negative', what images come to mind? What colours do you associate that word with? What do you feel? What connotations are linked to that word? Now think of the word 'positive' and ask yourself the same questions. Different people have different connections to words, they associate different images, sounds, smells, feelings- dependent on opinions and experiences (And quite possibly a number of other things.)

'Positive' is a big thing in the media. 'Positive' thinking, 'Positive' examples, 'Positive' body image- and each time someone else's version of positivity is shown, our own version of positivity changes. Much like our own version of negativity changes. Because of the impact words have and because of the weight words carry, to be able to live by those words, to adopt them into everyday life- can be made difficult.

In short, to be positive, to look at things in a positive way (to me), is quite a difficult task. I think this is because there's a pressure on the word. When I hear 'positive' I think constantly happy, 'everything happens for a reason', forgiving, generous etc. As much as I'd like to be that person- I'm not. However, I know that to an extent, I can be.

In order to adopt something like 'positivity' into your life, I think it's very important to understand what it means to YOU. Not to your friends, not to your family, to you. How can YOU be more positive? What images come to mind when you think of the word? Really think about it, write it down, sing it- whatever you need to do! Then, adopt it into your life. Do what you can to be the best version of you!

That's it for today my fellow friends of the interweb. I'm feeling quite philosophical having written that and ideas are brewin'. For now I shall leave you with my song of the post: Up The Junction by Squeeze

Hit the street Parakeet- L

Teachers

Hello!

I apologise for being a bit M.I.A yesterday! Very thankful that Tom decided to step in.

So, as he mentioned yesterday- school is approaching (it starts tomorrow. ) So I thought, now's the perfect time to write my teacher appreciation post!

Further throughout the term, no doubt there will be a few school based rants; but for now imma keep it upbeat!

Students complain a LOT. It may be mainly due to hormones, but I wonder how many students actually think about what they say before they say it. Especially in regards to teachers.

As a profession, teaching is extremely important. From the basics to neurosurgery- nobody ever got anywhere without having been taught something by someone. It's just a shame that students don't appreciate what they do!

They plan lessons, mark in-school book work, mark homework, come in early, leave late, attend unbelievably dull (but necessary) meetings, sit through extra curricular clubs, get through to around 30 students- whilst maintaining a social life. Imagining doing all of that, then having to come home and cook, or look after your own children. It's beyond difficult.

Well, why do they do it, you may ask. Why go into the profession?  Well, for a start,  someone's got too. Secondly, because they enjoy teaching. Maybe because they enjoy spreading their passion for their subject or they just enjoy helping students. Whatever their reason is for deciding to go into teaching, it's a bloody difficult job.

So, when you go back to school, cut your teachers some slack. They're only human.

That's all for today, fellow friends of the internet! I'm afraid I have no song of the blog post today!

Gotta scat cat- L

Tom's Awesome Take Over!

Hola fellow internet beings!

LIbby has ben very busy recently and so she's asked me to step in for the day. I'm Tom by the way. Please to meet you Sir/Madam. I'm 14, Libby's husband (not officially*) and live in England. So, let's get started!

So I was sitting for what felt like hours (however, it was probably for only a few minutes) thinking of what I could write about in today's blog post and then it hit me- we're going back to school so why not talk about it!

Many people hear the word 'school' and instantly either groan, moan or shrug. The vast majority of people associate school with bullies, bad teachers, boffins etc. This may be because of unpleasant experiences in the past. They may have been in trouble a lot, been bullied, struggled with learning or just hate the idea of school- however, I believe school is what you make of it. In my school, I am lucky to have few bullies, supportive teachers and just a general pleasant atmosphere.

In school, there (seems) to be three types of people; that of which I shall demonstrate below:

Tom's Three Types of People In School:

1) The 'Chavs'- They tend to be found in big groups, parading around the school with their trousers half way down their bum's, school bags slung as far down their back as they can go, smelling of cigarette smoke. THese are the people that still tend to laugh at words like 'poo' and 'willy'. Often found in the deputy heads office to be "reminded" of the schools rules.

2) The 'Sensibles'- Okay, so this is the kind of place I'd put myself. We don't try hard constantly and never have fun, we just realize we need good grades to actually do well. We're often found attending after school (extra curriculum) clubs/activities.

3) The 'Sporters'- THese people (both boys and girls) are the ones who absoloutly LOVE physical education lessons. They can be found turning up to their P.E lessons up to 20 minutes before it starts just to have a head start doing what they love (and what I hate.) They attend most of the after school sports clubs and often compete in competitions (which they don't even win money/food for. I mean, cummon, what's the point without prizes?!) Also, may I assure you, I am NOT one of these people. I hate sports. I hate being physical. End of.

Well guys, I think I have written enough for one post! I'd just like to say thanks for readin, it means a lot and of course thank you to the amazing Libby for letting me post on her awesome blog!

I have also noticed Libby ends with a song of the day. So, In true LIbby fashion, today I leave you with the song of the day: Time Warp from The Rocky Horror Picture Show

You can find more of me here: @tom_morcom (on Twitter)

Ciao, fellow internet friends,

Tom.

Guilty Pleasures.

Last night, whilst I was binge watching Keeping Up With The Kardashians; I realized 'This is my guilty pleasure.'

Why Would I think that? Why should I feel like I should feel guilty about enjoying something? Keeping Up With The Kardashians has a bit of a reputation for being a total waste of space, and whilst I'll admit it's not the most educating or meaningful programme around- I find it enjoyable to watch.
Unless it's something problematic like stealing cars or cutting off the ears of rabbits, whatever task you find pleasure in doing; shouldn't make you feel guilty. Imagine a world where football was considered a guilty pleasure:

A World Where Football Is A Guilty Pleasure:

Me: What's your guilty pleasure?
Person: Oh, I don't really want to-
Me: No. What is your guilty pleasure.
Person: Um...Well, don't think I'm weird...But I really love to play football.
Me: No. Way! Are you SERIOUS?!
Person: Oh come on! It's not THAT bad. At least I'm not killing someone.
Me: I could deal with you killing someone, but playing football?! That's ridiculous.
Person: Well, you watch Keeping Up With The Kardashians.
Me: Keeping Up With The Kardashians is NORMAL. Everyone knows football is a stupid game.
Person: How is it stupid?
Me: You chase a ball around the field, aiming to kick it into a net. If a gust of wind blows in your face you cry and fall to the floor. What's the point in the game anyway!?
Person: To score goals?
Me: Maybe you should spend more time playing a game that will actually help you REACH  your goals and not 'score' them.

My point is: Anything and everything could be considered a guilty pleasure to someone, so why is it a concept anyway? Why do we live our lives in guilt? As individuals, we spend more time feeling guilty about the things we enjoy than we do actually participating in them. Wouldn't day-to-day life be far easier if we collectively, decide to not care about what other people think and in turn- don't judge people as much on things that they do.

What's your guilty pleasure? Whatever it is, leave a comment telling me or post it as a status, tell your friends and family, be PROUD. Ditch the guilt and flaunt your enthusiasm!

That's all for now fellow friends of the internet, I won't be posting a shelf tour today (and may not be able to for the upcoming few days!) However, you will be getting the usual daily post! I shall leave you with the song of the blog post: I want it that way by Backstreet Boys

Gotta bail whale- L

Walks.

My family and I like to go on walks. Tuesday being our most recent one: I thought "Why not share with your fellow friends of the interweb, what a walk with you looks like?" So, that idea is now a blog post. I hope you enjoy the following photo's (that were attempts at being artistic.)

 

And this ^ is why people don't go out with me in public. 

That's all for now my fellow friends of the interweb, I shall leave you with this blog posts song: Club Tropicana by Wham!

Gotta go buffalo- L.

Shelf No.1- Part 2

So, as you may have guessed by the title this is the second part of my bottom shelf tour! I'm going to get right into it because I have nothing else to say and this post is going to be preeeeeetty long anyway!

So, as you can see, this is where the bottom shelf morphed into notebooks and fiction (totally of it's own accord, the books literally flew and perched themselves on this shelf.) Next to the Children's British History Encyclopedia mentioned last time are three notebooks and an English to French/French to English Dicionary, there's not really much I can say about the notebooks other than they're pretty so I don't like writing in them (defeats the purpose really, doesn't it?) As far as the dictionary goes, as I mentioned in my 'Me?' page I am far from bilingual and need all the help I can get (However, I don't use it nor do I see myself using it at any point in the near future.) 

After that we come to Jacky Daydream and My Secret Diary both biographies by Jacqueline Wilson. I read these when I was around 8-10 years old and loved them, mainly because I was a huge fan of Jacqueline's writing. I've kept them mainly in case I ever feel the urge to delve into my childhood (which I do on a regular basis, in the means of watching Disney films.) 

The next three books are Slide by Jill Hathaway, Elixir by Hilary Duff and The Blessed by Tonya Hurley.  I read both Slide and Elixir quite a while ago, but remember them for having quite interesting plots and have kept them because (although I very rarely re-read books) I may want to re-read them. The Blessed, however I have not read. (Tried, but not read.) I decided to keep it because I keep on picking it up, starting to read it and then putting it back. In other words I WILL, I repeat WILL, read it.

Lovely, Dark and Deep by Amy McNamara, Wreck This Journal by Keri Smith, Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs and A Brief History of Time by Stephen Hawking are the last four books on this shelf. Lovely, Dark and Deep- was bought by my mum during the weekly shop at Asda and has somehow landed on my bookshelf, she's read it- I haven't and that's that. Wreck This Journal was bought for me by a friend, Elke (Pronounced, El-Kah) for my birthday, I've started to 'wreck it' but it's apparently a rather slow process. Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children was borrowed from someone and I apparently haven't given it back. My reason for borrowing it is: I heard great reviews of it on the interweb. I did try to read it but, again- it just didn't seem to happen for some reason. Which is sad, because this particular book had a very intriguing plot line that I'd like to learn more about. (Maybe I'll get my own copy/ borrow it from the library to give it another go.) Finally, I bought A Brief History of Time whilst shopping with my dad. *Insert possibly irrelevant yet brief information (not about the history of time, hahaha!)*

A Brief Story:

My dad is a huge space enthusiast, he owns two telescopes, has multiple apps for star gazing (and whatnot) as well as forming quite the collection of space related trivia.

*Back to whatever I was saying earlier*

Where was I...Oh right "Whilst shopping with my dad." We were in the non-fiction section of Waterstones and I came across A Brief History of Time. Now, because of my dad's passion for space and astronomy related things- I am all the more interested in the ways of the world. I decided, what a better way to understand the working's of the Earth than from the beginning. Taadaah! I bought the book and (this seems to be the theme of this blog post) started to read it, then picked up something else.

Advice of the day: Never put yourself in the situation where you're reading 3+ books at once. It doesn't work. Unless it does work for you, in which case- bravo to you, fellow friend of the interweb!

That is all for now! I shall leave you with my song of the blog post: Gold by Spandau Ballet.

Gonna hit the road spotted toad-L

Groot (Minor Spoiler)

Guardians Of The Galaxy-MINOR SPOILER

If you've read my 'me?' page, you will know that I love Marvel films. My dad loves them and in turn, has passed his love for Marvel down to me (and my younger brother.)

A few weeks ago I went to my local cinema with some friends and watched Guardians Of The Galaxy, now this isn't a review- I just want to share with you a dancing baby Groot:

I hope that will make/has made you smile. To those who've not watched the film, it may seem a little odd, considering you just watched a video of a tree dancing to Michael Jackson but it's the simple things in life that make me happy.

That's all for now my fellow friends of the interweb.

Time to scoot funny newt- L

Shelf No.1-Part 1

Let's commence my shelf tour my bottom shelf! However, I have a few things to say before I go into detail:

There's no particular order to the way in which I organize my shelves. I have one shelf for 'classics/old books' and one shelf for non-fiction texts, (the one I'll be sharing with you in this post) which for some unknown reason, shares it's home with a few notebooks and fictional pieces of writing (Clear evidence that I lack organization skills.)

So, without further ado- here is the first (half of the first) shelf:

To the far left is a set of 9 Longman Literature Guides, given to me by my nan a few years ago and, as far as I know, are just study guides for A-level/GCSE/first year university students. In my mini collection, I have the study guide for: Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, The Winter's Tale by William Shakespeare, The Knight's Tale by Geoffrey Chaucer, Sons and Lovers by D.H Lawrence, A Streetcar Named Desire by Tennessee Williams, The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck, Great Expectations by Charles Dickens, Hard Times by Charles Dickens and Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. 

Propped up against the set of books is a drawing by my youngest brother or himself as a superhero, which I like to keep on display.

The next book is The Complete Human Body by Dr Alice Roberts (Although, multiple specialists from different fields came together during the writing of this book.)Given to me by my uncles at christmas, it is quite literally what it says on the cover. I find it to be quite useful when I'm doing some background reading on a certain way of the body. 

Next to that we have Fashion, published by DK (Dorling Kindersley) I picked this book up at The Works whilst in Evesham. I'm not particularly 'into' fashion but I do quite enjoy looking at the photo's (it helps me to decide if I would realistically enjoy to live in the Edwardian time or not.)

Moving swiftly on to my complete collection of Winnie the Pooh by A.A. Milne and my copy of Classic tales of Beatrix Potter.The Collection of Winnie the Pooh Stories and Poems was given to my parents by my grandparents just before I was born, as was the Classic Tales of Beatrix Potter (probably) I love both of these books, particularly because of the illustrations. The tale of Mrs Tiggy Winkle is one of my favourites (I have a thing for hedgehogs, no thanks to Martin Freeman and Tumblr.)

The next three books are: The Usborne Junior Illustrated Maths Dictonary, (embarrassingly) The Sims Medieval official game guide and Al Seckel's Incredible Visual Illusions. I bought the Maths guide quite a few years ago now in year six and have kept it merely for reference because my mathematical skills are appalling. The Sims guide is my mum's, it's on my bookcase for safe keeping and my illusions book was picked up at a charity shop and happens to be one of my favourite things to look at when bored *takes a break from writing to look through the book.*

*Back.* The final four books on this half of the shelf are: Spider-Man: Happy Birthday and Spider-Man & The Spinster Six by Stan Lee and Michael Straczynski, Grey's Anatomy by Henry Gray F.R.S, The Oxford Popular School Thesaurus and The Children's British History Encyclopedia by Nicola Barber and Andy Langley. If you read my 'Me?' page, you'll know that I enjoy Marvel film's- however, I'm totally clueless when it comes to the comics so I "borrowed" the Spider-Man book from my youngest brother. My copy of Grey's Anatomy and the History Encyclopedia were both bought for me by my nan because I'm interested in history and the possibility of becoming a Doctor!

That is it for now my fellow friends of the interweb! I shall leave you with my song of the blog post: Hooked on a feeling by Blue Swede

I'm out of here white tailed deer- L

Books, Books, Books.

I have a passion. An uncontrollable, soul devouring passion. A passion for the English language and it's creations. I love the way words can show emotion. How authors can take an idea and suddenly something so small becomes a new world of possibilities. People who didn't once exist suddenly become real, words that were once just sounds soon have a meaning and life is brought to that minuscule idea or dream or fantasy!

The best thing about it is it a/effects (still haven't got that one down) everyone! You speak it, you hear it, you write it, you read it. It doesn't matter where you come from it's there! The blind FEEL it! Now, to introduce to you my bookshelves:

Sadly, having moved house in January, I rid myself of many a book. However, I quite like the look of my little collection of books so thought I'd share it with you- my fellow friends of the internet. Now, I'm not going to go to far into it in this particular blog post; I am instead, going to (along side with my usual blog posts) write a post about each shelf individually! This way I can write my thoughts in more detail and you get the suspense of waiting for me to upload *insert evil laugh* 

That is it for now, I shall leave you with my song of the blog: Runaways by The Killers

Peace out rainbow trout- L

Promises and Expectations

When given a task, I will do all in my power to complete the task to the best of my ability. I like to think this goes for most people too. When people are given a job to do, especially if it's something they want to do well in; they're likely to try their hardest to accede the expectations of the people they're working with.

However, recent experience makes me wonder if people have the same drive to help others to complete a task to the best of their ability. Let me set the scene:

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You're driving in your car on the way to an important meeting, when out of the blue you get a punctured tire and are forced to pull into the hard shoulder to replace your tire. You open the boot, and much to your dismay, there's no spare tire. Luckily, you see a friend drive by, they see you and pull in behind you.

You: I've got a punctured tire and no spare. My meeting's in two hours, there's no way I'm going to get there!

Friend: I've got a spare, I'll get it and bring it to you.

You: Okay.

Your friend goes on their merry way and you sit and wait. And you wait. And you wait. Until you decide to text your friend.

You: Are you on your way?

Friend: Yeah, sorry- I had to refuel.

You view this as a valid reason for their delay and wait. And wait. And wait. Until you decide to ring your friend again.

You: There's only an hour left until my meeting, are you sure you can get me that spare tire?

Friend: Yeah, I'm just really busy at the moment. You've got loads of time to get to you're meeting bud. It'll be fine.

Slightly angered at their nonchalance you continue to wait. And wait. And wait. With now only half an hour left until you're meeting you're left with a decision to make. 

Do you try to get your friends attention again? Try to get a ride from someone else on the busy road? Or call your boss and say you're going to be late and miss the meeting?

This situation infuriates me.

If anybody makes a promise to me, or sets out to help me- I expect them to do so to the best of their ability. If the roles were reversed I would help anybody to the best of my ability and it dissapoints me to think that some people may not treat other people the same way that they would treat themselves.

Don't you think the world would be a better place if we helped each other out to the same extent that we help ourselves?

Anyway, that is all for now. This blog posts song is: Cherokee by Europe

Too-da-loo kangaroo- L

*This situation is completely hypothetical and probably enormously inaccurate. I'm totally ignorant when it comes to cars.

Why a blog?

I know you're wondering. I can feel your curiosity, now, right at this moment whilst I'm writing.

"Why a blog? Oh great and powerful Libby, why a blog?" Well, fellow friends of the interweb- I shall gift you with the story of why I decided to start a blog!

The Story Of Why Libby Decided To Start A Blog

Once upon a time in the majestic land of South west England, a young girl by the name of Libby was insanely bored. As she sat on her old computer chair, spinning around talking to herself in an Irish accent she wondered; what can I do to make me a bit less bored? 

Out of the blue, a green Irish pixie popped her head around Libby's bookshelf.

"You could always start a blog!" The pixie suggested. Libby contemplated this thought, what could she blog about? books? Films? Life? " You could write about online shops you enjoy looking at! Just so you can make a 'windows shopping' pun!" The pixie laughed, jumping on Libby's head.

"That's a brilliant idea, oh great and wonderful pixie! Thank you!" Libby exclaimed, flicking the pixie off of her head and diving head first into the land of blogging. 

Little did Libby know, she would make many attempts to blog; each time beginning a new blog in anticipation of it not being horrendous, and each time she would fail. Then, a few years later having given up on blogging completely, a very close friend of hers posted a link to her blog on Facebook.

"Hmm..." Libby pondered aloud, clicking on the link. "Let's see what this is all about..." As Libby scrolled through her friends blog, she felt a pang of annoyance. "Why didn't I keep on blogging! It looks like so much FUN!" She stressed, resting her head on her hand, looking like a stroppy toddler. 

Libby: What's stopping me from starting up a blog again?

Libby's internal self: Nothing.

Libby: Well what could I blog about?

Libby's internal self: Anything, it'd be your blog. Who cares?

Libby: Fabulous point, Internal Self. I shall start a blog!

So Libby threw down her bin bag (she was meant to be cleaning her room) and began her blog.

And that, my fellow friends of the interweb, is why I decided to start a blog. For no reason at all other than thinking it looked like fun! I was jolly well right too! Although creating the blog itself was a bit of a learning curve and it still doesn't look right (not sure why, any suggestions?) but I'm positively buzzing! Figuratively, not literally mind you, I'm not a bee. 

That is all for now, fellow friends of the interweb. I shall leave you with my song of the "blog". 

Uptown Girl by Billy Joel

See you later alligator, L.