After all, who could possibly forget this classic.
Gary Brolsma; pure genius.
~lylt,
The Aliway.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Gettin' my nerd on.
Annnnnnd.... seeing as Youtube's a bitch and wouldn't give me an embed code for this one... Weird Al Yankovich in White & Nerdy. Best. Video. Ever. Link.
Just to annoy you all. >:]
In order to answer any questions about the first video - Yes. I like Basshunter. No, that's not some crazy made-up language, I'm pretty sure that's actually Dutch. Yes, it's nerdy - it's about a video game, come on!
And of course I have a secret fetish for the next song. Weird Al makes my fuckin' LIFE.
I want his sweat jacket thing. I REALLY want it.
Hope that little moment of nerdiness made your day as much as it made mine.
A moment of nerdiness - brought to you by The Aliway™.
~lylt,
The Aliway.
Monday, September 6, 2010
This man made my life. >:]
Baha. This man is the creator of Dear Girls Above Me, a brilliant source of entertainment since my recent cyber-incarceration. Thankfully, this site has not yet been lost to the wrath of the evil blocking Getbusi server, the lethal and bitch-cunt weapon that my school's tech-man uses to make our lives miserable. Thankfully, it has remained open and available for me to laugh my ass off at. Thankyou, Charlie McDowell, for making my life.
Plus, your dog is adorable.
And you got sick moves, bro.
~lylt,
The Aliway.
Heh.
Seeing as I'm now blocked from all other communication points in my life, I may have to revert to this blog as a safety line. I mean, I do have some sanity yet left to maintain. I'd like to hang onto it, thankyou very fucking much.
Shame nobody reads this.. since this is the next-best thing to an S.O.S.... TT-TT
Dinner was, of course, utter fucking shite. Charming stuff, also took us about an hour to get fed. Thankyou, NEGS kitchen catering services, your shit management and catering is utterly phenomenal... in its ability to fail.
Oh, and I sent a VERY angry email to one of the few males in our school, Mr. David Rose, the douche who runs our internet and so has blocked all of my access points to the outside world. Thankyou very much, lord Prick. Of course I didn't call him that in the email, since I actually WANT MY LIFE AND SANITY BACK, but you know.
You get the picture. I will seriously die if I can only access my life during the weekends, it may well just crush what little will to live I have left. Considering the food's destroyed most of it, it's probably safer to try and keep as much as possible, so it's actually kind of life-threatening that everything's been blocked, you know? Fuckin' dangerous.
Anyhow. Better get back to the real world... and studying. @_@ Whoop-de-fucking-doo. Will keep you posted on my bid to get my life and sanity back.
Oh. And the mychemicalromance.com website is the same. I'm getting really sick of that fucking t.v. I want my Community and thus my annoying fangirl blogs back.
~lylt,
A Still Pissed Aliway.
Shame nobody reads this.. since this is the next-best thing to an S.O.S.... TT-TT
Dinner was, of course, utter fucking shite. Charming stuff, also took us about an hour to get fed. Thankyou, NEGS kitchen catering services, your shit management and catering is utterly phenomenal... in its ability to fail.
Oh, and I sent a VERY angry email to one of the few males in our school, Mr. David Rose, the douche who runs our internet and so has blocked all of my access points to the outside world. Thankyou very much, lord Prick. Of course I didn't call him that in the email, since I actually WANT MY LIFE AND SANITY BACK, but you know.
You get the picture. I will seriously die if I can only access my life during the weekends, it may well just crush what little will to live I have left. Considering the food's destroyed most of it, it's probably safer to try and keep as much as possible, so it's actually kind of life-threatening that everything's been blocked, you know? Fuckin' dangerous.
Anyhow. Better get back to the real world... and studying. @_@ Whoop-de-fucking-doo. Will keep you posted on my bid to get my life and sanity back.
Oh. And the mychemicalromance.com website is the same. I'm getting really sick of that fucking t.v. I want my Community and thus my annoying fangirl blogs back.
~lylt,
A Still Pissed Aliway.
And so they destroy the last frontier.
Bitch fuck cunt fuckin' jeesus mothertruckin goddamn...
The bitches.
They blocked EVERYTHING.
Anything in which I may be able to broadcast myself into the outer world has been taken away. Twitter; DeviantArt; Facebook; even Yahoo mail.
The cunts are gonna pay.
They even blocked educational sites like Sparknotes - wtf? I actually NEED Sparknotes to study.
AND THEY BLOCKED DEVIANTART.
I'm actually so upset and pissed that I'm crying. DeviantArt! They blocked it FULL TIME. How could they do that to me?! I'm an artist, I need my fucking outlets!
Ok, so I dealt with it when they blocked twitter. You know what, I could deal. It was bearable. With facebook... not so bearable. Painful, but manageable.
And now... they hit hard. A low blow.
They've blocked just about everything that keeps me relatively sane. Deviantart, FMyLife, Twitter, everything.
And of course Mychem is still all weird with the t.v and everything, and nobody can access the Community section anymore (or any other section for that matter, what with the strange happenings) so I can't vent there either.
So lost...
I really need my DeviantArt right now.
FUCKING - CUNT - BITCHES!!!
I mean, really! Was that even NECESSARY?
I feel like marching over and kicking that Mr. Rose guy where it hurts. How dare he block the last few sources of sweet sanity! I'm going fucking crazy here!
Grrrr. I'm literally about to cry. I really need some chocolate.
=(
~lylt,
A Very Fucking Pissed Aliway.
The bitches.
They blocked EVERYTHING.
Anything in which I may be able to broadcast myself into the outer world has been taken away. Twitter; DeviantArt; Facebook; even Yahoo mail.
The cunts are gonna pay.
They even blocked educational sites like Sparknotes - wtf? I actually NEED Sparknotes to study.
AND THEY BLOCKED DEVIANTART.
I'm actually so upset and pissed that I'm crying. DeviantArt! They blocked it FULL TIME. How could they do that to me?! I'm an artist, I need my fucking outlets!
Ok, so I dealt with it when they blocked twitter. You know what, I could deal. It was bearable. With facebook... not so bearable. Painful, but manageable.
And now... they hit hard. A low blow.
They've blocked just about everything that keeps me relatively sane. Deviantart, FMyLife, Twitter, everything.
And of course Mychem is still all weird with the t.v and everything, and nobody can access the Community section anymore (or any other section for that matter, what with the strange happenings) so I can't vent there either.
So lost...
I really need my DeviantArt right now.
FUCKING - CUNT - BITCHES!!!
I mean, really! Was that even NECESSARY?
I feel like marching over and kicking that Mr. Rose guy where it hurts. How dare he block the last few sources of sweet sanity! I'm going fucking crazy here!
Grrrr. I'm literally about to cry. I really need some chocolate.
=(
~lylt,
A Very Fucking Pissed Aliway.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
A note on last post.
Yeah, I was a little harsh on this Eliza Cuts woman...
But hear me out. About two seconds after I posted the last post, I was directed to THIS link here.
Ok, I didn't know the woman had a brain. Considering that the story was the first thing I'd heard out of her, well, mouth (I guess..), you can imagine I didn't think she had much going for her, intellectually speaking. And you all know I'm pretty harsh on dumbasses.
Well, the link (which shows a sort of interview with Eliza about her relationship with ol' Gee) showed me that, well, she's a little smarter than your average vegetable. Certainly a little naive (did she EXPECT to get love and warmth and kisses for posting some thinly-veiled account of her relationship with another person? A great long detailed one at that? Posting personal shit on the interwebs like that gets one NOWHERE), but otherwise not as spastic and crazy as she appeared to be in her story.
Well, that's fine. It's all well and good if you wanna write some thinly veiled account of your relationship with another person. You gotta get shit out, GET it out. Write it down; I applaud her for that much.
My problem? The fact that she posted the thing all over the internet. Now, even I'm not that goddamn much of an idiot. Harsh of me, but it's true.
One; don't expect people to like it or respond warmly if it's written with the skill of a ten-year-old. Secondly; personal shit like that, you don't want total strangers reading that on the internet - do you really want people you don't even KNOW looking at the in-depth details of your relationship with someone else, which is supposed to be between you and that person anyway? Thirdly; don't expect people to write long loving understanding comments of your crisis, pat you on the back and give you a cookie.
Though cookies are nice.
Don't POST it where everyone can read it. Honestly, it does no good - just earns a bunch of trolls. And personal shit like that.. it's like posting your secret diary online. It's just stupid, really.
Amazingly, she was shocked at how horrible people were to her about it when she posted it. Number one - TROLLS. Enough said. Number two - people who hear funny rumours about someone cheating on a certain other (*cough*muchbelovedbyfans*cough*) someone tend to get.. er... violent.
And besides, people don't tend to react so warmly to such personal stuff. Maybe they JUST DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW, you know? Get a grip on your levels of privacy, woman, the world does NOT need to know, well, everything. They think they do, but seriously, they don't.
Ok. I think that's my two cents there. Troll me if you like, but at least I give reason for my rhyme =/
~lylt,
The Aliway.
But hear me out. About two seconds after I posted the last post, I was directed to THIS link here.
Ok, I didn't know the woman had a brain. Considering that the story was the first thing I'd heard out of her, well, mouth (I guess..), you can imagine I didn't think she had much going for her, intellectually speaking. And you all know I'm pretty harsh on dumbasses.
Well, the link (which shows a sort of interview with Eliza about her relationship with ol' Gee) showed me that, well, she's a little smarter than your average vegetable. Certainly a little naive (did she EXPECT to get love and warmth and kisses for posting some thinly-veiled account of her relationship with another person? A great long detailed one at that? Posting personal shit on the interwebs like that gets one NOWHERE), but otherwise not as spastic and crazy as she appeared to be in her story.
Well, that's fine. It's all well and good if you wanna write some thinly veiled account of your relationship with another person. You gotta get shit out, GET it out. Write it down; I applaud her for that much.
My problem? The fact that she posted the thing all over the internet. Now, even I'm not that goddamn much of an idiot. Harsh of me, but it's true.
One; don't expect people to like it or respond warmly if it's written with the skill of a ten-year-old. Secondly; personal shit like that, you don't want total strangers reading that on the internet - do you really want people you don't even KNOW looking at the in-depth details of your relationship with someone else, which is supposed to be between you and that person anyway? Thirdly; don't expect people to write long loving understanding comments of your crisis, pat you on the back and give you a cookie.
Though cookies are nice.
Don't POST it where everyone can read it. Honestly, it does no good - just earns a bunch of trolls. And personal shit like that.. it's like posting your secret diary online. It's just stupid, really.
Amazingly, she was shocked at how horrible people were to her about it when she posted it. Number one - TROLLS. Enough said. Number two - people who hear funny rumours about someone cheating on a certain other (*cough*muchbelovedbyfans*cough*) someone tend to get.. er... violent.
And besides, people don't tend to react so warmly to such personal stuff. Maybe they JUST DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW, you know? Get a grip on your levels of privacy, woman, the world does NOT need to know, well, everything. They think they do, but seriously, they don't.
Ok. I think that's my two cents there. Troll me if you like, but at least I give reason for my rhyme =/
~lylt,
The Aliway.
Adieu, my dear poor departed brain cells. I'll miss you greatly.
Man, if I knew earlier that Eliza Cuts wrote some crazy-ass story about her relationship with Gerard Way, I'd have read it a lot earlier rather than destroy my brain now, RIGHT before exams...
This is some CRAZY shit. I'm literally shocked at how badly this was written. If I didn't know she'd written it, I'd have thought maybe a twelve-year-old would have written it - not a full-grown woman!
Hell, even I can write better than this, and I'm what, sixteen?
Can't believe I ONLY just found this. xD
(ahem, linky-link here? =] teehee.)
It's crazy. And strange. And gave me a good laugh - Black Pyjama Party? Oh gee, very nice. I could never have believed that the story was about YOU, of COURSE, not with the main character's name being Emma... and no, not with her dear object of desire being in a band called Black Pyjama Party. Black PYJAMA PARTY?! Man...
Woman, you are crazy and obsessed and seriously need a psychiatrist. This isn't healthy.
Now, onto the slight matter of the few remaining brain cells left in my head... my head hurts... @_@
~lylt,
The Aliway.
This is some CRAZY shit. I'm literally shocked at how badly this was written. If I didn't know she'd written it, I'd have thought maybe a twelve-year-old would have written it - not a full-grown woman!
Hell, even I can write better than this, and I'm what, sixteen?
Can't believe I ONLY just found this. xD
(ahem, linky-link here? =] teehee.)
It's crazy. And strange. And gave me a good laugh - Black Pyjama Party? Oh gee, very nice. I could never have believed that the story was about YOU, of COURSE, not with the main character's name being Emma... and no, not with her dear object of desire being in a band called Black Pyjama Party. Black PYJAMA PARTY?! Man...
Woman, you are crazy and obsessed and seriously need a psychiatrist. This isn't healthy.
Now, onto the slight matter of the few remaining brain cells left in my head... my head hurts... @_@
~lylt,
The Aliway.
Monday, August 16, 2010
YOOOOOO!
Would you believe how long it's been?! Man, apparently my last blog post was in July. I'M BEHIND, MAAAAN.
Anyway. Holidays were cool, went to Liverpool as promised AND got a ton of Beatles stuff. Mainly badges, stuff like that. We also went to the Cavern for a drink, we got to see a live band playing. Best fifteen minutes of my life, it was amazing.
Also got a little thing called a WONDERBRA. o_0 Would you believe how epic THOSE things are?! Rather alarming how epic they are, actually. Whenever I wear it, every time I look down I'm like OMAIGODBEWBS. WAIT. THOSE ARE MINE. O_O'''''
Slightly offputting. But it IS amazingly comfortable. And strangely good at transforming those silly things on my chest into something that's... certainly not so bad looking. Quote my sister - "...whoah. It makes you look like you actually have boobs.. that's kind of trippy."
Yeah. Gotta love sisters. -.-
Better than ol' manwhore, though. My new nickname for past flame, by the way (it actually really offends him - he nearly blocked me until I worked out he was offended by it - so don't tell him I still call him that =P). I was trying to talk to him on facebook, but be was too busy being a manwhore and looking at cars and boobs. I said "Boo!". So he says "No. Only if you have boobs." "Dude, I am a female you know." "..OHMYGODWHENDIDTHATHAPPEN?!"
Ahhh.. males...
On other news, I have been rather busy - hence lack of posts. Schoolwork tends to drain the soul, you know. Speaking of soul-draining I finally finished Dracula - EPIC BOOK. TRES EPIC. READ IT. REAAAAD IIIIIIT. Plus, if you're into Freudian stuff, then from your viewpoint this book has more sex than your average blood-drenched orgy. >:]
Seriously. Freudian critics go NUTS over this book. It's crazy. You know, Sigmund Freud, the weird psychoanalyst dude who basically thinks that EVERYTHING is a metaphor for sex. He probably would have considered Dracula to be, like, hardcore sadist porn. BLOOD, ORGY, FORCED ORAL AND RAPE, BEAUTIFUL RAPE... where was I..?
Anyway. Oh, and I was also sick before. Felt like utter shit this morning, but ahh, the joys of sleeping all day. I officially feel, mental-like, a new human being. Sure, my body's still an utterly useless fail of failness in the way of health, but hey. =]
So, I better shut up, and let you all be. Don'tcha love updates?!
~lylt,
The Aliway.
Anyway. Holidays were cool, went to Liverpool as promised AND got a ton of Beatles stuff. Mainly badges, stuff like that. We also went to the Cavern for a drink, we got to see a live band playing. Best fifteen minutes of my life, it was amazing.
Also got a little thing called a WONDERBRA. o_0 Would you believe how epic THOSE things are?! Rather alarming how epic they are, actually. Whenever I wear it, every time I look down I'm like OMAIGODBEWBS. WAIT. THOSE ARE MINE. O_O'''''
Slightly offputting. But it IS amazingly comfortable. And strangely good at transforming those silly things on my chest into something that's... certainly not so bad looking. Quote my sister - "...whoah. It makes you look like you actually have boobs.. that's kind of trippy."
Yeah. Gotta love sisters. -.-
Better than ol' manwhore, though. My new nickname for past flame, by the way (it actually really offends him - he nearly blocked me until I worked out he was offended by it - so don't tell him I still call him that =P). I was trying to talk to him on facebook, but be was too busy being a manwhore and looking at cars and boobs. I said "Boo!". So he says "No. Only if you have boobs." "Dude, I am a female you know." "..OHMYGODWHENDIDTHATHAPPEN?!"
Ahhh.. males...
On other news, I have been rather busy - hence lack of posts. Schoolwork tends to drain the soul, you know. Speaking of soul-draining I finally finished Dracula - EPIC BOOK. TRES EPIC. READ IT. REAAAAD IIIIIIT. Plus, if you're into Freudian stuff, then from your viewpoint this book has more sex than your average blood-drenched orgy. >:]
Seriously. Freudian critics go NUTS over this book. It's crazy. You know, Sigmund Freud, the weird psychoanalyst dude who basically thinks that EVERYTHING is a metaphor for sex. He probably would have considered Dracula to be, like, hardcore sadist porn. BLOOD, ORGY, FORCED ORAL AND RAPE, BEAUTIFUL RAPE... where was I..?
Anyway. Oh, and I was also sick before. Felt like utter shit this morning, but ahh, the joys of sleeping all day. I officially feel, mental-like, a new human being. Sure, my body's still an utterly useless fail of failness in the way of health, but hey. =]
So, I better shut up, and let you all be. Don'tcha love updates?!
~lylt,
The Aliway.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
...I'm toasty snuggly warm.
It's cold. And I spent all day freezing cold outside. But all is forgiven, because now I have a heater and a blanket and a laptop and I'm TOASTYSNUGGLYWARM.
I'll be saying that a lot.
TOASTYSNUGGLYWARM.
I love heaters.
.....TOASTYSNUGGLYWARM.
That and I discovered something amazing. Track pants. I.e. my mum's track pants. Now I don't wear trackies because Ifind them tacky and I prefer jeans anyway, but these trackies are like... TOASTYSNUGGLYWARM. And really, REALLY comfy.
And the phone just rang. But I'm not picking it up. Because I'm TOASTYSNUGGLYWARM.
Okay. Enough with the TOASTYSNUGGLYWARM business. I'll shut up now. =P
~lylt,
The Aliway.
I'll be saying that a lot.
TOASTYSNUGGLYWARM.
I love heaters.
.....TOASTYSNUGGLYWARM.
That and I discovered something amazing. Track pants. I.e. my mum's track pants. Now I don't wear trackies because Ifind them tacky and I prefer jeans anyway, but these trackies are like... TOASTYSNUGGLYWARM. And really, REALLY comfy.
And the phone just rang. But I'm not picking it up. Because I'm TOASTYSNUGGLYWARM.
Okay. Enough with the TOASTYSNUGGLYWARM business. I'll shut up now. =P
~lylt,
The Aliway.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Oh look. Tis shiny.
So anyhowz.
Am drowning in schoolwork, crap, crushes, and - horror of horrors - athletics carnivals! Fun! @_@
Not to mention I keep having trippy dreams. The other night, it was a strange cross between The Little Mermaid and Pocahontas, last night it was shopping for Harry Potter memorabilia and child-pervert aliens. Don't ask. It was weird.
Oh, and I'm off to Scotland on Saturday. Cue screams of jealousy, because you know what? Along the way, we're stopping off in LONDON for awesome-tiemz.. and LIVERPOOL - yes, LIVERPOOL - for The Beatles awesomeness and basically soaking in the awesome leached by the town where the greatest band in the universe came from.
It shall be amazing.
And my birthday wasn't bad either, for the record. No creepy curses coming into effect, and what's more, I realised that I'm now OFFICIALLY LEGALLY ALLOWED to give blood. I've been waiting to be able to give blood for years!! I always wanted to give blood, specially since I have half a chance of having my mother's blood type - which is a universal type, either O- or O+. She can't remember which one, but I REALLY hope I've got her blood type. That'd be awesome - I'd actually be useful for something, and be able to do something really special for other people.
So yeah, things have been cool lately, and I'm glad about that.
So YEAAAAHHHHHHH. See you in LIVERPOOL, BITCHES. >:]
~lylt,
The Aliway.
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