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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

...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.

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.

Giving me hope.

You know when a song just clicks with you? When you hear it and feel like it was written for you to hear it? When it came at a time when you most needed it?

Eminem just did that for me.

This video made me cry. Hell, that part where he's breaking down the brick wall just... clicked. My mum.. when the whole divorce shit went down, she suddenly started going on about brick walls. About getting past her brick walls and stuff. We were watching Run Fatboy Run on the plane and my mum pointed out when he came up against a brick wall, saying"That's like my brick wall, and I'm going to get past it."

We're still taking down the wall, brick by brick. It's getting there, slowly.
It feels like, in my head, Eminem broke down the rest. In the video when he pushes down the brick wall, it feels like it's my wall he's pushed down.

How did Eminem know to write this song? What told him I needed it? It's like.. even though he's never heard of me, I've never met him, never seen him ever or anything, no WAY he could have heard of me, he STILL knew to write it because someone needed it.

If I ever do meet him, the first thing I'm saying is thankyou.Thankyou Eminem, for helping me break down the brick wall.
Strange how some things just seem so... personal.
Funny how Eminem can sell out without actually selling out. My friend sent me this song saying "He sounds like Chris Brown with a serious case of bad mouth!!" And yeah, it's like a really angry Chris Brown. But more like a fuck-you-Chris-Brown-I-can-rip-you-off-and-still-sound-better kind of thing, and at the same time, he's able to connect.

Funny how Eminem's most 'sell-out' song according to my friends happens to be the one which makes the connection best.

Sorry for ranting...

~lylt,
The Aliway.

And now for an edition of.... EPIC TIEMZ.

One. Day. If I ever need to quit my job, THIS is how I'm gonna do it. IN DETAIL. Stereo speakers and everything!!
Wait. This will be how I end school. YES!
Well. Maybe I'll have to rectify the words-scrawled-on-chest-part.. seeing as I'm, er, female.... o_O But anyway!

On other news. My birthday was good. Birthday party was terrific, and we learned something new - do NOT let 6'2'' males play Pin The Tail On The Donkey. Usually results in said male pinning tail on the ceiling. I'm not even kidding here. THE FREAKIN' CEILING.
The presents were good too, of course =P again, aforementioned 6'2'' male has no idea how to budget. I had to give him a LIST of things you can get under $30, and he STILL failed...

But it was still awesome. And.. so yeah. Now I'm apparently 16. Thankfully, nothing curse-worthy has happened yet.. *phew* I know, I know, I was actually worried about that... v_v But hey, anything can happen!!! And thank the GODS it didn't. =P

~lylt,
The Aliway.

Nooooo...

I have reached a most dark point in my life.
I just read the part in the manga Death Note where L dies.
Most devastating scene of my life. The spoon... falling... so.. slowly...
v_v
The world is in the depths of despair now.. no more L... I wish I never read that part, because now it means that I can't pretend L didn't die.
I read it - saw it! - with my own eyes! THE HORROR.
I'mma go, uh, cry now. v_v


R.I.P L.

And yes.. I am sad for only getting up to that part now. Can I mention that itty bitty little detail where I'm overloaded with schoolwork and get virtually no time to read manga? Only today did I get to catch up on five months worth of Vampire Knight =P

~lylt,
The Aliway.