THE NAME IS Alyeska (OF COURSE)
AND THERE'S MUCH LESS HOCKEY TALK THAN MY TWITTER
(plus, my life in videos yaya)
I promised a photo dump so here it is.
Including pictures from today.
today
There you go. The last week or two in pictures. I don't really remember my last photo dump I guess.
Oh, by the way, unless you actually bother to say something useful/interesting/creative/worth replying to.... I. DO. NOT. CARE. WHAT. TEAM. YOU. CHEER. FOR. (unless it's the Bruins/Yotes/Avs and even then there's a small chance I'll reply to you.) Just so you know.
Like, I appreciate the 'effort' I guess but seriously, if you're cheering against my team and feel the need to tell me, I feel the need to ignore you.
Frankly, it comes off as rude.

I've become even more superstitious than in 2011. I want to eat the leftover wings I have in the fridge but I can't. This is bullshit. Also, I wear two jerseys sometimes. And by sometimes I mean during EVERY GAME.
Dad and I move to his new house in a month. I wanted to do a Coyotes themed/colored bed but I can't find a decent raschel throw blanket so it may end up being a Bruins room. Well, I'll have posters and jerseys of all my teams, but we'll see. Watch me get drunk one night and order a fathead of Shane Doan.

okbye.
-Aly ![]()
p.s. I'm kind of into Giroux now and I hated seeing Canada lose yesterday. Go Finland!

holy. shit.

(btw that's my best Czech translation of Onward to Glory)
if you missed that game, i'm trying to feel bad for you.
xox

ONWARD TO GLORY
photo dumb coming soon.
need to find a way to move my pictures to my laptop from my iphone.
night.
Something else bad happened the other day that I can't get into. I'm getting really sick of these things happening to me. It always seems like the harder I try to improve my life, the worse things get. What's the point?
I got some team posters the other night from the Avs game so that's nice.
Oh, and this couple in front of me were making out during game and the guy had his arm wrapped behind his girl's chair omg and he kept touching the straw of this girl's drink that was sitting next to me. So her and I decided to photobomb their make-out selfies. It was an oddly wonderful moment. Her and I talked and were getting along so well but she was 17
Anyways, here's some pictures. Hopefully I can find out how much a wisdom tooth removal will cost because I don't know what to do about it if I can't afford it.








SWELLINGGGGGGGG

and for good measure
xox Aly ![]()
(little note: if you have an iPhone, follow me on Vine: Alyeska)
I still listen to twenty|one|pilots like fucking crazy. You should too. They're amazing.
The Blues at Avs game was the second best Avs game I've ever seen. Dad and I had a wonderful time, even if he was on his phone during the lightrail and warmups and everything.
And here's my shameful, childish, fingirling moment: I'd swear on my life that I got a second look from my favorite Avs player.
My hair is freshly cut, bleached, and I'm taking much better care of it. I feel a THOUSAND times better. I have such horrible anxiety about things like hair cuts, waxing, filling in my nails..... but when I finally get it done I feel better in every single way. My anxiety about being in public goes away, I feel thinner and prettier, my boobs are perkier. Everything. So lately I've been a bit full of myself.
I've been yoyo-ing between 206 and 202 for two and a half weeks. Today I finally hit 198. ONE. NINE. EIGHT. It's pretty much time to start actually exercising. Not looking forward to it but it needs to happen. I think I might go to a Maurices today thought and get some new jeans. Both pairs I have that fit (without fighting to get them to zip/button) are so loose that I can pull them down without unbuttoning. Plus, I get that diaper butt look. Gross. And I need to look good for the last Avs game of the season.
Nothing much left to say I guess so here's some pictures from the last few weeks.
Enjoy!

















Oh yeah, I bought my first snapback
xox Alyeska
Not much to say after the way this week has gone.
I have a new iPhone thought and finally got a haircut.
I'll be in row 3 near the penalty box at the Avs game this sunday.
If you watch, look for me.
Plenty of pictures coming soon.
Tell your loved ones what they mean to you and how important they are, but for god's sake don't hug them if they don't like being hugged.
Yesterday my mother posted a picture of her, one of her sisters, and my brother on facebook from when they visited him in prison. What did she eventually comment on the picture?
"I'm so proud of the man he's become."
The fact that I haven't replaced water with vodka after the last five days is truly a miracle.
God bless the people of this earth.
xox Alyeska
Like I mentioned yesterday, been trying to go to Boston again. I don't know how serious about it I am though, considering not one friend in the area has said anything to me about it. Like, nothing. Not a word. Of course, last time I tried to plan a trip there I couldn't find someone to stay with until AFTER the deadline my dad gave me. So I feel like maybe now my Boston friends just think I'm always gonna flake on them.
Oh well. I've been trying to go to Phoenix for the Avs game but the friend I'd go with may have to work that day sooooo poop. There's still a very small chance. But I'm not banking on it. I guess I just really need to leave for a few days I think. I know that if I went to Phoenix, I'd have to take an extra day to go to Cottonwood and Jerome.
Things have been going mostly ok. Those beers the other night were a bad idea. I actually threw up and everything. But thankfully, even though I do miss beer, I don't feel like drinking at all. So that's good I guess. I gained some weight from it too.
Dieting is going well. I haven't lost as much as I was before so it's getting me down a bit, but I'm still trying. I get sick every day in the late afternoon. It's not a change in caffeine or sugar intake. I wish it would stop because I just want to feel well enough to start working out a little.
I'm stuck at this weird spot where I need a hair cut but I don't want to go get it done because my roots are SO bad. Like really bad. And it wouldn't be such a big deal if it wasn't for my grey hair, which is increasing at an alarming rate. But I can't bleach my roots until my hair is trimmed and thinned because there is SO FUCKING MUCH. My hair is super thick, both in texture and amount. That means trying to bleach my ROOTS takes two boxes and over an hour of application time. I'm really hoping I can get over the anxiety and just get it cut at some cheap chop-shop soon.
That's all boring stuff but nothing exciting happens here, like ever.
Bates Motel is on tonight, so that's fun. Less than a week until The Borgias. Yay!
I really don't have much else to say. More exciting things to talk about and/or pictures coming soon.
xoxox Aly
I don't mind that I can't afford to go to a game. I just want to see that city again, see my favorite breweries and my favorite people. I already have the money for the half off flight too.
I just needed to whine and be spoiled.
Better blog coming soon.














































