RANDIO, dare ariel

[dare ariel randio]

CAN WE PRETEND
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now

DAREARIEL RANDIO*

Do we have to talk about myself? I'm such a strange person that I even scare myself sometimes. Honestly, I'm weird. I guess there's a few things to know about me. I mean, I'm a quirky person I guess. I have some quirks that might weird people out. Like how I have to put ketchup or barbecue sauce on EVERYTHING, I mean...It's not normal right? The amount of the condiments I go through is rather alarming. Is it also weird that I'm extremely afraid of blood too? I mean, I can't look at it or I get really sick same goes for vomit...Yeah, probably too much information. I also have a huge dislike for anything that causes people to get high. Yeah, so drugs not my thing..Alcohol is different though. Anyways, I'm a pretty nice person...I guess. I could be a hard ass with the band but that's only because I love them oh so much and I'm trying to get them big or...some kind of famous. I'm pretty hard working as it is. I have always had one of those good work ethics that would of gotten me far if I hadn't decided to quit law school to manage Three Inches High...and I didn't tell my parents at all. I guess that's one of my flaws. I don't like confrontation. I'm a pretty peaceful person unless I'm a bumbling drunk, then I'm looking for a fight well, not really. But I am ready for whatever is thrown at me. I try to be as nice as possible though when I'm under the influence. But alcohol alters the mind obviously.

I tend to chatter a lot. Maybe because no one has really told me to shut up except for in school. Most people are pretty happy that I take the conversation for them so they won't have to talk much. So, it's a pretty good thing I'm guessing right, although I acknowledge the fact that some people have trouble getting their word in..Sorry for that. My mind works pretty fast. That's probably because of the ADD I've been diagnosed with. Along with the being a hard working chick. I'm also seriously disorganized. My clothes are a mess and every where. I get frustrated about it but I really don't have time to clean it all up and fold it neatly and color code it and shit. So, therefore I just leave it as it is and yes, that always annoyed my mother. But, I don't give a shit about her. I've came to realize that lately, I'm a bit more stubborn then most. Actually, I don't do anything that anyone tells me to do. I'm on of the kids that do opposite of what they were told. I was pretty shitty in high school. Always breaking rules, my parents money were the thing that got me into law school. Not my grades. But that's a different story. I broke rules a lot and now here I am slightly rebellious and ready to break more .

Working as a manager for a band never was something I aspired to do. Neither was being a lawyer but that's not really what I had in mind as a profession either. I wanted to be something along the lines of a record label manager. I would of been a musician if I had any musical talent except for my mediocre singing voice. But that's about it. But nope, couldn't do that since Mama and Papa were putting me through college. I had to do what they wanted me to do...and that didn't even work. I switch topics quickly and I jump from subject to subject quickly if you haven't notice. It's part of my mind going too fast for my mouth. I guess I also never think before I speak either, which makes some mean things come out of my mouth. But I don't mean them at all really. I never really think before I do either...I guess you could call me independent. I mean, I wouldn't of gotten here if I didn't work for myself."

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" Okay, so. I really don't like talking about where I came from. I was born in the lovely town of Amherst in Massachusetts to Anna and Phineas Randio. Honestly, it was in the middle of fucking no where and I hated it. I guess that's what made me different from the other kids. Ever since I was little too, school had been pretty much a feat for me considering how I much I hated all my teachers. I was a DIY kind of girl. I liked being independent and others were always trying to help me and I wouldn't have any of it. I guess that's what pissed off my parents because in return of being bothered by all these teachers I wouldn't do work for any of them. I would just sit at my desk with my arms crossed and a pout on my face...Then I would get sent out of course and sit in detention for god knows how long. Soon, my parents got sick of it and sent me to boarding school in Boston. There, they found out I had ADD and possibly the reason why I didn't want help was because I was just a stubborn person. I was soon taking the lovely medication Adderall for my ADD.

It basically turned me into a zombie and I guess that's what my parents liked most about it. I was obedient. It had a fucked up effect on me that my parents never care to take care of. I started having night terrors so severe I had broke my clock. It was rather terrible, I hated most of the nightmares because I seem to remember some of them. Anyways, this had spurred my hatred for blood. After my third year at the lovely boarding school ( that my parents fucking loved dumping me off at just so you all know) There was a extreme shooting. I was hiding but I had befriended a girl named Dana and well, she died. It was scary. I watched someone I was actually close to die. It freaked me out so much that the night terrors started to alarm the school and well, hello my first trip to a psychologist and they gave me some sleeping pills. Hardcore stuff too, it was made to put a person into a coma for like hours. I still take that stuff though. I mean, if I stopped I would have them again. I tried. I need sleeping pills. Now, it's not even Adderall that makes it happen it was the shooting. Quite terrifying.

So, after the whole thing with the therapists and doctors. My loving parents took me home. Decided I was 'damaged' enough and well, they broke the news that we were moving to Florida. I may have hated Amherst but I had a few friends. None that were good to keep around really. They were most likely druggies and whores. But I loved them with all my heart. I was the kind of person to keep my friends close no matter who they were and I did keep them close. Still, I had no choice and I had to leave with them. I was seventeen at the damn time and I could of had run off. But despite me being a harsh person I was too good for my parents, afraid of what could of happened to me if things went wrong. So, I moved to Florida where I finished out high school quietly and started law school. When I turned twenty-one I started drinking a lot more. Even though, I was drinking before then it seemed to intensify as soon as I turned a legal age. I started managing a small band for extra money when I was in college. They were cool but then they got signed and I had to give them up. The label that signed them...well, they called me...Looking for a manager for their new tour...I dropped out of college and here I am now.."

I COULD USE A

dream or a genie or a wish to go back to a place much simpler
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'

IM ADMIN AVERY BLAH BLAH BLAH I LOVE YOU i also play roza phineas, afina and diego

thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you

this application was made by two birds. of caution. steal and her hoard of zombies will come and eat your brains.