Liverpool BABY...

She was stood in a dark alley way, jeans torn and worn out from the chase, she had reached a dead end… Soon the three men that were chasing her would catch up, and it would be the end for all that she loved and knew. The footsteps gradually became louder, and which each step that pounded on the moonlit floor she knew she was trapped. ‘Why did I come here, to Liverpool’? She turned to face the opening to see the three shadowy figures inching towards her, her heart raced ‘It can’t end, not here… Not here’ she thought to herself. She closed her eyes tight shut, she knew what would happen next, she could imagine the reports of her mangled body the day later ‘Girl 18, ripped from limb to limb and left dead in an alleyway in Kirkby’ she took one final breath and then there was nothing, one of the men took her by the hair and pushed her int- OH WAIT. THIS NEVER HAPPENED.

 Sorry about the intro, it just seemed necessary considering Liverpool’s stigma with violence, and I also heard that Kirkby was a violent place. I have to tell you guys, it did not live up too it’s potential. THERE WAS NO VIOLENCE…. BUT I COME BACK TO BOLTON TO FIND SOMEONE WAS MAULED TO DEATH BY DOGS. And IF you thought Liverpool was a violent place, then honey, you’re in the wrong town.

 So, last weekend I went to Kirkby… As you can probably tell. And I have to admit, I had fun. I mean, it’s not as far as I thought for one, and for two, it’s nicer than people have been telling me. It’s quiet… It has cute citizens that talk to me and I sit/stand there like ‘WTF DID HE/SHE JUST SAY?’ But overall I enjoyed it and gave it a 10/10. BUT, NOW HERES THE THING, when I went there, I saw a maximum of 16 pigeons… I’ve come to the conclusion that pigeons only breed in my town. Seriously, hundreds of them here. Creeping on you whilst you shower, eat out, eat in, watching T.V, Strolling around the park… So on and so forth. ;]

So, I went to meet a friend [I say friend, but I think we’re more than that… Personally]. Which friend do you ask????? Well, his name is Liam, he is like ultra tall, ultra strong, and ultra cute… Especially when he wears jumpers. No really, he is strong, he can put Lucyfer to shame, but he won’t because he knows what’s good for him ;P

 It was Friday, he came down, we went to Botany Bay, we made a fort, played a few games, watched ‘The haunting’ good film the first time round but the second time around.. It was just… HILARIOUS. And then we both sat on my kitchen floor drinking Hot Chocolate. YOLO. Bet none of you guys are hard core enough to do any of that.

 Then Saturday came, it was time to go to Liverpool. He only came down for me on Friday because I’d end up dying on a train. What a gentlemen, he also likes to spoils me. BLEH. I HATE IT. But yeah, he is amazing. We played that ‘4 pics 1 word’ thing, and because of all the Facebook posts, we practically knew the answers. But we never completed it ;[ Maybe next time…

 I think we watched the Shining too, and I was finding it so hard to stay awake, but I still did anyway, honestly... I don’t know what got into me, but over the weekend I was almost passing out at like 11. -.-

 AND THEN HE WENT AND GOT HIMSELF ILL. And now I’m ill. BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT IT WAS TOTALLLLLYYY WORTHHHH IT……

 Oooh, we went to Superdrug and he asked the woman if it was okay to mix a full box of Lemsips in one cup and drink it. I WAS CONTAINING MY LAUGTER. He is so cute yet so…. Stupid. [I joke, you know I love you]

 And like I’m skipping it all now, because there is too much to talk about and what happened in Kirkby stays in Kirkby and all that, but leaving was the most emotional thing ever. I WAS IN TEARS. I didn’t want to leave, it felt like I was in one of those romance films and I was being torn away from my true love. IT FELT AWFUL. I can only hope that it gets easier saying goodbye, if not then well. I’m screwed.

 

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this blog, you probably didn’t other than the opening section which took me a good 5 minutes to do. So enjoy the rest of your week and adios.