randomanda strikes again!

sometimes i look at some peoples blog posts and think, too many words.. not reading it.. i feel like this post is that way. sometimes i do read them.. but the thought is there, and it makes me chuckle because i do like to read, but that font is off-putting. (o_o)

my friend brittany calls me "random" or "rando" (roots from the greek word "randomanda") which totally cracks me up and makes me smile. i've always been a fan of nicknames, but this one in particular seems oh-so fitting. have i mentioned this? ah well..

in one of my writing classes we talked about the panel we write for. basically, when i write, what are the expectations from these people who are supposedly reading my words. well, i think when i write my blog i have particular people i write for/at, depending on topics of choice. there's something i need you to understand about me and here's me telling you. it's rarely for the sake of a journal-esque post.. here's what's going on in my life. i actually do keep a legit journal for that. something to think about. reaction and all. that might stir the pot a bit. but gosh, don't get all self centered, it's not all about you.

so i was watching this show.. i'll admit. it was vampire diaries. laugh it up, moving on.

of course everyone on this show is extremely good looking.. i dare to say.. "hot," although i abhor that term.. perfect hair, teeth, bodies, the girls wake up with perfect hair and makeup and the guys have abs that are actually quite shocking.. (stupid television) a passing thought while watching--as much as women get on a soapbox about how females are portrayed in media and how normal women don't look this way.. it's the same way with the guys, but oh so rarely expressed. normal guys don't look this way. normal guys don't have jobs that are based strictly on their looks. i feel like there has been an explosion opening a crazy fanfare that women compare the men in their lives to stupid fictional characters, and the real guys, (remember them? the cool ones with the clever humor and great conversation?) are left in the dust of some stupid woman's outrageous fantasy. sorry ladies, edward cullen is not coming for you. and men should never sparkle, in fantasy or otherwise. this is not to say that in my normal world there aren't good looking guys, cause there are. but it's gotta be hard to live up to a false depiction that girls insist on plastering their walls with and swooning over.

sorry guys..

i've hit the sophomore slump.. (or comeback of the year..) i've been looking for work for the last month and a half. in that time, i've only heard back from a few and obviously no takers. it seriously sucks. and honestly, living on the island isn't really helpful. it's kind of hindering the whole job scene, time-wise and cost of ferry. it would be super if, rather than a cover letter of formality and accomplishments i could just say:

dear potential employer:

you don't realize this now, but i'm pretty stellar. with a combination of my staggering wit and awesome people skills, i would totally rock in your place of employment. give me a chance, i won't let you down. i've done the office scene, i've done the customer service area and with these powers combined, i would be the perfect choice for you.

thanks for the time,

ari

empathy girl: i may have mentioned her before.. but-a while ago i came up with a silly idea for a comic i was going to write.. it was mostly the people in my life and everyone had an alter ego. empathy girl is my alter ego. and sometimes she's for good or bad. it's yet to be determined.. but sometimes she's pretty killer. how to explain.

for starters: i don't do medical. watching someone being cut up in shows causes me pain. not like, oh-that's-gross, i-feel-ill.-i-might-spew. it's feels like a physical slash. it may not be to the extent that they might feel, but the pain is there, it lasts, and it's real. let me tell you it was especially annoying being around 5-8 women in my bootcamp class when i was in az that liked to discuss their varying birthing stories.. while doing crunches. oy. really!?! enter bayside, max volume..

i feel too much. my anger/happiness is my own and it can be full in its own regard. and sometimes, and i've realized it might depend on my emotional connection with the other person, but i feel their pain, grief, happiness, like a slice to my insides or a swell of joy. when my friend aches, whether i know the cause, i feel their pain. when they are angry, i feel their anger added to my own and it magnifies. (this is why i'm not sure what side empathy girl is on). when someone has done something to hurt them, my forgiveness does not come as readily. a true happiness is added to the happiness i feel for them. it's an odd thing really. i don't feel like it's a burden i take upon me, more just a loyalty i gain for them.

ahh, empathy girl. a blessing or a curse?

blog title--"lord, what fools these mortals be!"- you're aware this line is from midsummer nights dream, right? i found this treat of a video, and yes you should watch.

i feel like there is a slight change in my writing "voice" depending on my mood, especially within this post. and it's a roller coaster ride. can you hear it?

too many words.