Captain Pugwash and his crew (i)

A Series of blogs concerning people who mean a great deal to me.

Every captain has a fiery maiden to keep him in check. Sparrow had Swan, I have kirby.

 

Now.

kirby isn't this big ball of adorable pink that appears to be a testicle that over indulges in tasty baddies.

 

this is my kirby

II

V

 

She may not be the most confident of people but their a few qualites that are not only rare or hard to come by they are also incredibly perfect for her.

she has signifcantly poor eye sight.

she has an abnormal sex dream to normal dream ratio.

she loves doctor who. (when i say love i actually mean she would ride him till his sonic screwdriver stopped working or he had a heart attack in both of his pumping love muscles, although that might be another thing all together.

 

she is quiet, shy, kind, protective and a mother hen to so many people.

 

but none of those reasons really explain why i care about her so much.

thier is another key element to kirby that is very important.

 

she is a lesbian.

 and the girl she chose to fall in love with fell out of the graces of my social circle.

i never really understood what happened.

but there relaionship fresh and new, stepped on the toes of the sixth form we all attended.

 

one day i remember most clearlywas when they were sat alone at a table next to the one i was sat at in the canteen when 7 or 8 sixth formers from a a different social group .

one of which was a self confessed lesbian slut. surrounded the girls and launched a verbal attack against them.

 

i've never been more sick of human behaviour before. i wanted to get up and beat the living shit out of each one. but i didnt.  i have no idea why.

 

all the reasons i have listed above are reasons why i love kirby.

but she will be part of my crew for the rest of my life because i owe her the debt of never standing up for her or her love,  when they needed me the most.

 

a debt ill never be able to repay.

 

meet kirby. she'll be stuck with me for some time

 

 

 



i want...

i want to feel the little bit of warmth from seeeing i have a text from you

i want to feel the smile when i see you walk into a room.

i want to steal a kiss when no one is looking

i want to see a cheeky grin in the corner of my eye and no its for me

i want to argue about the most insignifcant thing

i want to like different food to you just to mock you for it

i want to go to sleep next to you.

i want to wake up to your face

i want to pick you up and run around with you over my shoulder
just because.

i want you.

i just dont know who are yet.

I'm some what charming? how unusual...

freshed faced, scared and with nothing else to face in the daunting world of uni life me and a new friend ventured out to a freshers night.

the SU bar was almost dead when we first arrived but in the next hour a few people began to arrive...

have been sat for a little while my companion and i promptly comandeered the pool table. 4 games in and i had already had my arse kicked 3 times. during my second game i met the eyes of a pretty young girl across the bar... after the two remaining games in which i had my arse truly handed to me, i plucked up the courage to invite the girl (and her three additional friends) to join us to play,
i was defeated another 2 games by these girls.

after the manly defeat, we were invited to another bar with these girls.

my biggest regret is that i failed to ask for their numbers.

try again next week?

i want a text as soon as you see this (experiement)

in response to your blog...
I'm Right here where are you!

:O

uni life

i'm really enjoying my new life.


although i would very much like to enjoy it with someone else, to be able to physically share my new life with.

c'est la vie. i will find them.

screw it.

this is the third and final blog for the night
although the last two were a bit short.

HEY YOU CISSY READ THIS IMMEDIATELY

CHIN THE FUCK UP

nicola logic.

SCREW IT.

This is one of three posts tonight.

i am now single. havebeen for a little while not long but some time, but during this time i discovered i have a unusual habit.

i do not drink regulary, it is only recently i have added the regulary. i was sat in my friends living room merely a month after i had ended a two year relationship with a girl i was still very much in love with.

having held off on the drinks i was still quite sober when my dear friend spun round and spat out "do not check facebook."

now the normal response for someone who is told not to do this. AUTOMATICALLLLLY (with 4 L's) checks facebook.

and low and behold right there in BIG BOLD FECKING LETTERS 

she was in a relationship.

now what happened next? did the world slow down? did the entire existance of my being fall apart into a balck abyss that was lefdt with nothing but my soul as a lingered and what i had lost?

i infact shouted screw it downed a bottle of apple sours and then single handedly destroyed a fish bowl. (a large bowl of alcohol)

screaming screw it will trigger me to do something impulsive without any reason or logic involved.

this is a dangerous new habit.