AUDITIONS!

So right now I am in Shanghai, the place in Costa Mesta where my mother gets her hair done. I love it here, it's white, clean, and mod. It's a normal occurence for people like to me to just sit down with a laptop. Next door is the most delicious Fish and Chips place that also has Canada candy (Aero Bars, Smarties, COFFEE CRISPS!). We know the owner, he is a fellow arabian neighbor, but, he told us he doesn't want people to know he's arab. He tells people he is Greek instead. I do not respect this. In anyone. Be proud of your CULTURE. Not just Arabs. Anyone. Anwyays this is beside the point. We are going to San Diego again after this; we went last night too. My Aunt Harriet is here with her daughter Keena and my Aunt Ida is here too. We're going to the mall once we get there and I'm going to buy JEANS! And something to wear tomorrow to RENT! I am so excited.

Alright. So on Monday me and Brianna have auditions for Once Upon A Mattress. We're trying out for the lead role, and I know you're thinking, two friends trying out for the same role?! Well, three people are being casted for each role. So it's no problemo. Although we could very easily get called back for any role. They are giving us our callback that same day so everythings quick and easy. Then, on Tuesday, we are trying out for the dance team, which some lead roles require, and also because you're better safe then sorry. Let me clear things up, the dance team is like the intense ensemble, but once again some lead roles require it, so we are doing a lot to make this audition process easy. They teach you a dance, and then you perform it. Exactly the same as in Grease YTOTIW when all contestants were taught Tears on My Pillow and sang it for David Ian and he tapped you on the shoulder if you did not make it.

I am signing Jesus Christ Superstar(!) and Brianna is singing the Hercules song she always sings.

The end, battery is low.

Beautiful Literature!

It is with extreme pleasure that I conduct an ode to how wonderful literature is. First off, on Friday night I finished The Diary Of Anne Frank in order to be on time for my soon to come adventure of writing and extremely long essay on the subject for English. I didn't read it just to do well on my essay, mind you, but because Anne Frank is inspirational and the Holocaust is a subject in which I am deeply engrossed and will study when I am in University. I highly recommend this book because it will change the way you look at life. I read the definitive edition, which is the raw, wholesome edition with every single thing Anne wrote in it, including things about her sexuality, the anatomy of men and women, and her deep hatred of her mother which weren't originally published because Mr. Frank believe it was not appropriate. Besides Anne's resentment of her mother, the other sequences are brief so it probably won't offend you even if you are intolerant of these subjects. READ IT.





So here's the thing, we had to write an essay for G Dawg about one of the characters and three personality traits that made them admirable or non admirable based on these traits. I chose Mr. Frank because he is one of my heroes. And I started this essay and 1:p.m.and finished at 3:10 p.m. all to produce one of the most beautiful, six paged pieces of literature to be known in this world. I will post it for you here. I un-MLA'd it for your pleasure.

The Oh-So-Admirable Mr. Frank, Who Can Teach You a Thing or Two About Tomato Growing Season
Inspirational, Patient, Tolerant

Whispering. Tip-toeing. Cautiousness. Such is the manner and atmosphere of the Secret Annex, where eight innocent people are in hiding, unable to use the toilet, make any unnecessary noise, or walk without their shoes on between the hours of eight in the morning to six in the evening. These poor innocent people are all Jewish, considered lower than dogs by the Nazi and Anti-Semite society all because of their religion and beliefs, regardless of whether they are wholesome and good people or not. The man responsible: Adolf Hitler, powerful dictator of almost all of Europe to whom all of the blame should be thrust upon for the oppression and murder of almost the entire Jewish population, which was merely only a minority to begin with. In The Diary of Anne Frank, a play based on 13-year-old Anne Frank’s real diary, Anne, her family, and another family in addition are all hiding in the Secret Annex, living every day of their new lifestyle in fear of the Gestapo and being caught. Written by Frances Goodrich and Albert Hackett, this story takes place during the Holocaust, and is a tragic story of these two families, striving for love and courage despite their harsh conditions. Mr. Frank, Anne’s father, maintains his good character throughout the entire play, and because of this, becomes successful with keeping an acceptable level of peace, tranquility and optimism alive in the Secret Annex. Because he is inspirational, tolerant, and patient, Mr. Frank is by far one of the most admirable characters in the play.
It would be a crime to say that Mr. Frank is not an inspiration to society. He demonstrates this amazing quality by bringing together two families with the sole purpose of protecting them from the Jew-hating world around them. He could easily be risking the lives of his own family by just living a normal life, but no, not only did he protect his own family, but the Van Daans as well. Plus, later on, he takes in another man, Albert Dussel, and this is inspiring because it shows his compassion for not only wanting to protect his own family, but to make good by protecting another family and a stranger as well. A second inspirational thing about Mr. Frank is how he held his daughter above him after she died. At the end of the play, Mr. Frank is reading a passage from Anne’s diary aloud to Miep Gies, which states: “In spite of everything, I still believe people are really good at heart.” Mr. Frank responds to this by saying, “She puts me to shame” (p. 281). What Mr. Frank means is that after all that happened within the Annex, he no longer believed people were good at heart, and thus making Anne more forgiving than him. A man like Mr. Frank holding his 15 year old daughter superior to himself is truly inspirational because he is being respectful to the spirit of Anne, whose name would later be a common household name all over the world.
Mr. Frank is the most patient person in the entire play. There were many instances when the other occupants of the Annex were about to blow their top, but Mr. Frank remained patient through thick and thin. One of these instances was when the office below the Annex was being broken into during a Hanukkah celebration. The Franks, the Van Daans and Dussel are all extremely frantic and worried as they stay motionless. Mr. Frank takes charge and claims he was going down to check things out, which was unquestionable in the others’ minds. When Mr. Frank comes back up, Anne is in a state of terror and Mr. Frank calmly assures her, “The danger has passed. Don’t be so terrified, Anne. We’re safe” (p. 255). Mr. Frank was being extremely patient during the whole break in scene; because the burglars could have been thieves, or they could have been the Gestapo coming to take everyone away. Mr. Frank calmly waits and does not show is he is scared, fidgety or frantic during an extremely tense time. Instead, he lets his inner Buddha shine through which helps the other Annex personas to follow his example. Another time he maintains patience is during all meal times. During dinnertime, Mr. Frank wants everyone to help themselves to food before him, and must observe that everyone is served and content before he serves himself to eat. In addition to making sure everyone is satisfied, he must endure Mr. Van Daan’s greed as he appears to take an excess amount of time to give himself excess of portions of their already scarce and minimal food. Mr. Frank chooses to remain patient through all mealtimes when Mr. Van Daan’s greediness is consistent and tedious. Why doesn’t Mr. Frank upturn the table and form a tirade? Because he is a premium man and looks down on such impatient behavior.
Mr. Frank’s tolerance is very much a prestigious trait he must have been born with. Take, for example, the constant times when Dussel makes numerous excursions to the one bathroom that everyone in the Annex shares and proceeds to take a very extensive time while inside. While everyone, particularly the ladies, of the Annex seem to be combating for their time in the bathroom and criticizing each others’ needs for the toilet, Mr. Frank never once complains or engages is bathroom warfare because as indicated before, Otto Frank is a tolerant man who does not mind the time the others consume in the bathroom because he respects their needs and beliefs that the bathroom is a sacred place. Most likely one of the most maximal times when Mr. Frank demonstrates first-rate tolerance is when Mr. Van Daan is caught stealing food late into the night. Mrs. Frank feels strongly that Mr. Van Daan must leave since according to her, he must have been stealing all along since he gets fatter every day. Mr. Frank repeatedly tries to convince Mrs. Frank that no one will be leaving the Annex when finally, he cannot withstand the arguing and makes a profound mini-speech: “For two long years, we have lived here, side by side. We have respected each other’s rights…we have managed to live in peace. Are we now going to throw it all away? I know this will never happen again, will it, Mr. Van Daan?” (p. 273). Mr. Van Daan, of course, replies by saying it will not happen again. The fact that Mr. Frank could forgive such a greedy man after he snuck around to steal food for himself shows that Mr. Frank was probably the most tolerant man on earth at that precise moment. Others, such as Mrs. Frank would probably not had forgiven Mr. Van Daan and kicked him out if they had a say in the matter, even if they were generally good people Mr. Van Daan most likely would have been on the streets long ago. It is a significant thing that Mr. Frank existed during those times, or else there would be no tolerant man to stand apart from others and take a stand.
In conclusion, Mr. Frank is highly admirable because of his inspiration, patience and tolerance. Who knows what life in the Annex could have been like if there were no Mr. Frank to keep things in line? Surely everyone would have killed each other for lack of Mr. Frank’s patience or tolerance. Otto Frank is even more inspiring in addition to the examples mentioned previously, for the reason that he spent a very long time fulfilling his daughter’s dreams of getting her diary becoming published after the war. Perhaps Mr. Frank wanted Anne’s diary to be published for a different reason than Anne wanted; Anne wanted her diary to be published after the war in hopes of becoming a famous writer and thus offering a first hand account of the adventures and perils that occurred in the Secret Annex. However, perhaps Mr. Frank published his daughter’s diary in hopes of keeping her spirit alive for generations and to remind people to be thankful for the health and prosperity they are living amongst, for it could be as bad as having to hide for two years only to be literally shipped off to your death after being liberated in the fresh air for too short a moment. Mr. Frank’s hopes turned into reality: Anne Frank’s diary is now published in numerous editions and read in various different languages all over the world. Otto Frank is the reason that, though Anne Frank may be dead in reality, her spirit forever lives on.

Completely my words, of which I am EXTREMELY proud of. I thought it would be awful until I just became inspired. Embrace this, I advise you, embrace it.

inspiration must be the key to beautiful literature.

Now, onto a similar matter, Everything is Illuminated. I saw the movie first, and it was truly remarkable. It is about an American guy named Jonathan who hires a translator in Ukraine named Alex who speaks butchered english and a driver, who is Alex's grandpappy, to help him find the woman who saved his own grandfather from the Nazis. It is melancholy, beautiful, ugly, and hilarious all at the same time. Ever since then it became highly regarded on my list of favoritely amazing movies. Only after we started learning about the Holocaust in shallow depth (of that makes sense) in English did I realize this movie related to the subject obviously. Well, I stumbled upon the book at Borders and became truly giddy and was anxious to read it. It was awaiting a very long line since I was reading Wicked, and afterward read Anne Frank and wouldn't read this book until I was done the previous two. Well I started the book on Friday night and I am proud to say that I am more than halfway done. I am savoring every page though, so don't think I am just zooming through it. However I still seem to be zooming through it even though I am drinking in every word of every page. The book is so deep, there are three events happening all at once, one in the past, one in the present, and one in the future. It is phenomenal. The book is also melancholy and beautiful and wonderful and I have laughed a lot, and been filled with sadness a lot. I actually would not trade that book in for 1 million dollars. It is too good for that. Because in the end of the day it's sitting down with a truly wonderful book that matters, not wealth. I advise you to read it. I am truly attached to this book.

i am compassionate.

Micheal Mojtahedi! And more!

Yes, Michael Moustachio is in love. But I think the important question is: with whom? Well, I'll tell you the answer to that.

Michael is in love with me.

It has been going on for quite some time now, but it was made public among the bandos about a month ago. And yes, I'm serious, things are not official unless they've been confirmed by the bandos. Right rachel? The thing is, when I try to bond with Michael, instead of swooning, he says things like, "Leave the s**t out of me alone." Here's the thing though, he ridiculously tries to hide his smile and fails, which just makes him laugh, so he's not to be taken seriously. Number two, this was actually said by Michael today in zero period and Rachel witnessed this atrocity. Number THREE, THAT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE! Do you see where I am going here? Hopefully he'll realize I am willing to embrace his love after enough of my sultry comments and poses. Like today, I made a sexy deal out of passing back his food paper for Civil War DAY (which for him is beef jerky) and he immediatley asked, "What do you want from me?" And, being the witty woman that I am, replied in a seductive voice, "Everything!" I even threw in a hair shake. And to my delight, he whole heartedly replied, "You sick woman!" This is what I love about my admirer.

As for Highschool Registration...

My madre is allowing me to do zero period still, JHES. I foresee a carpool party with MelC and HL. Except for it's first period at THHS. This is all extremely overwhelming, and to think we only have till Friday. I hope they are for sure coming tomorrow for the one on one meeting. Why wouldn't they though? Oh well, these are the kinds of things I get stressed about. As for now, this is how my future highschool schedule stands.

-Algebra 1

-Musical Theatre

-French 2 (!)

-Honors Histroy

-Honors English IB

-Earth science, which I am hoping to change to Biology

-Dance Production

I'll also be in the French Honors Soceity Club, the French Club, the National Honors Society Club, and possibly the Yugioh club. I haven't had a Yugioh battle with Hediah Hoesseini in a long time.

To sign off, I'll leave you with a photo of one of my ultra favorite men who makes me truly giddy all over. But I can't because every picture I am posting from google is showing up with a red X. yucko.

What I Want in a Man:)

Come on girls, we all have thought about EXACTLY what we want in a man. Some of us just DREAM about it and some of us know exactly what we want:

right

down

to

every

last

detail

So of course, I myself must have thought deeply about this, just as you probably can't deny yourself. After observing, dreaming, speculation, analyzing and studying various factors of this, I can paint you a very

pretty picture!

So what is Danza's ideal man, you wonder?

Well, first off, and MOST importantly!

TALLER than me...TALLER

Okay so maybe that sounds a bit egotistical to some of you, but I mean come on, is that difficult for someone as munchkin-esque as me to just humbly request a more tall man?

Let's just get down to the nitty gritty.

Danya's dream man:

must be funny.

must be smart.

must be tolerant.

must be open minded.

must be patient.

must be charming.

must be supportive

must be somewhat romantic

(but not sappishly, just somewhat)

good listener

good talker

must be non-judgemental

Alright, those are qualities I suppose. So then there's the other more high-maintenance, specific specifics so I'll elaborate for you.

My man has to be hotstuff. And by hotstuff I mean good hair, cute face, nice smile, nice eyes. Which can vary hugely in my perspective. For example: Max Crumm and Austin Miller and Kevin Greene and Chad Dorreck are all hot men in my mind. Plus, they all do not fall under one "label of category", such as blonde haired and blue eyed. They all have a unique look and I find each one attractive. Hotstuff can also be a non-physical quality to me, for example, if a completely straight, masculine guy loves animals or Broadway, that is hot to me. Get my drift? If not, you should have stopped reading this a while ago :]

Nice style. By nice style, I don't mean a man whose ENTIRE closet consists purely of Hudsons, True Religions, Sevens, Antik Denims, and AG jeans. I also do NOT mean a man who has semi long hair but decided to spike it with 76 tubs of wax which then produce a hairdo which sticks approximately 4 inches in the air from the top of their precious head. Like John Reese. Only worse. But he has a good heart. Just well-groomed, well maintained hair that's not too short and not too long. I appreciate hair like Maxie Crumm's before his hunka hunka burnin' haircut, and I also appreciate Austy baby's hair at it's best. Like during him and Laura's duet of "Don't know Much."

When it comes to the nice eyes, I'm pretty open-minded. Kind, deep eyes that you can get lost inside of. This isn't corny, this is what all (normal hunkman-hungry)girls think of. Intriguing colors can be good too, like some exotic green or hazel or something.

Cute face. This is not a doozy, my friends. A cute face can be accentuated by hair, or a cute face can just be a cute face. But I don't exactly mean Corey Aitro cute-face. To cut to the chase, you know what a cute face is, no psychotic acne (what's the harm in one occasional pimple?), no masks of facial hair (werewolfs), and hopefully no quintuplet chins.

Nice smile. A nice smile is hopefully not consisting of yellow-buttered teeth, or a mouth short of too many teeth if you know what I mean. A nice smile is not those ridiculous kinds of smiles where a guy's smile is just a white block with glitter in the corners. A nice smile is genuine, and lights up your day and truly makes you melt with happiness.

Lastly, I hope, I'll tell you about the romantics.

I'd find it completely adorable if my dream man:

Brought me elephant figurines instead of flowers

Didn't reject my occasional burp or fart.

Gave great hugs and light kisses.

And most importantly, come over because he truly wants to, not because he feels he has to.

:)

WICKED PART TWO!

WICKED PART II: PICTURES!

Please forgive me for the random order-this took a long time!

Souveniers, lovely eh?
Shirt!
SIGNED playbill!
Souvenier progam!

Inside the Pantages
Jenna Leigh Green-played Nessarose!
Nessa again.
Good shot of Jenna!
Dioni Michelle Collins-played Madame Morrible!

Inside Le Pantages
On the way there!
Lobby
List of cast!
In front of Pantages!

American Girl Theatre!

So, as you know, today my sister and I went to the American Girl Place at the Grove to the show that Brianna is in. It was really cute and there were really good singers, adults and singers alike. Brianna was so excited to see me in the small audience (the theatre is tiny). We got nice little programs that were going to be autographed later. Afterwards, Tena and Jack were waiting in the lobby so my sister and I waited with them for my mom. Brianna hadn't come out since she had a show again at 2 o'clock so we talked for a while after my mom came and decided we'd meet up later after Brianna was done her 2 o'clock show. Meanwhile my sister my mom and I ate at a really cool french restaraunt. We headed back to the theatre around 3:15 and met back with Tena and Jack and surprised Brianna by waiting in the "autograph" circle. I met all of the other American Girls and we went outside and socialized for awhile until we all parted. Tena wants me to audition in June so I'm sure I'm going to! It was really fun and afterwards me and my sister and madre went to my cousins really nice studio aparatment in Beverly Hills.

WICKED! WICKED!

The most phenomenal experience of a lifetime

Imagine the feelings associated with finally experiencing an amazing Broadway musical that will forever leave handprints on my heart forever. Let me try to help you visualize the exhilaration I was feeling today.

Today, on April 14th 2007, my sister and I woke up to the rustle of sheets between us on the ground; sheets we were so keen on having to ourselves. Every five seconds either of us would yank the single thin sheet to our own side, insisting that we were freezing and that there was no source of warmth. This was the way our morning began, on the floor of Saga's chic L.A. apartment in her family room. Finally to my utmost satisfaction, Her Royal Highness (better known as my sister) gave up the floor-bed and moved to the couch. The minimal blankets were allll miiiine. Only until I woke up completely and pranced around the apartment singing, "We're seeing Wicked, We're seeing Wicked!" I read Anne Frank as I waited for my mommy dearest to finish her shower so I could begin to get ready. Of course, once I started to get ready, there was an extra spring in my step, a brighter smile on my face, and more enthusiasm within me. Donned in my blue dress(with a touch of dressiness added by my mother[pictures to come]) and American Eagle flats (which I finally found after 3 days of searching at Payless next to the Grove!!) I was all ready after finishing my hair and makeup. Saga made us some delicious breakfast salsa egg thing, and we were off to the Pantages by 1:15 p.m.!

It wasn't exactly a journey, seeing as how Saga lives only 15 minutes away, but it was exciting nonetheless. Once we pulled up to the Pantages, we could not contain our excitement: the whole front of the theatre was decked out in WICKEDNESS. Saga dropped us off in front and we made our way to the inner section where employees were selling programs and CD's! My mom so kindly bought one program for us to share and to our delight, the man selling us the program filled us in on a little secret: THE CAST would be SIGNING the PROGRAM AFTER THE SHOW! We were overjoyed. We walked towards the main hall, where our tickets were scanned, and once we got into the lobby, we were in awe. The people all conversing as if we were at a gala event, the employees ecstatic to hand us the Playbills, and best of us all, the numerous stands scattered around entitled Oz Dust Boutique, where none other than quality merchandise was being sold. My sister, my mom and I all got in line at the nearest one and observed how willing people were to drop $65 on an Elphaba charm bracelet, or a whoppin $225 on an Elphaba messenger bag! To start off with, my mom bought us each the same shirt, which we both wanted, ironically the same size, which simply had the WICKED logo on the front in large font and the empowering words defy gravity on the back. We couldn't thank my mom enough. My mom proceeded to buy some treats from the huge and wonderful refreshment stand and we made our way to our precious seats! We were ecstatic. Orchestra seating (the best), Playbills, merch, our Program, and the best view in the world, we settled into our seats and admired the stage design. Person after person came filing through the doors, and even though the show was scheduled to start at 2 pm, we didn't mind waiting the extra five minutes as last minute personas were ushered into their seats.

And Finally, it began!

I was absolutely enthralled by this musical. The songs,the comedy, the drama, the actors, the stage designs, the costumes, the ORCHESTRA! It couldn't have been better. I patiently waited for the uplifting Defying Gravity and it came all too soon and tears welled up in my eyes and gracefully fell as my heart pounded with passion for Elphaba. It was PHENOMENAL, and that even would be a huge understatement. The only way to tell you how incredible it was would be to go have you see it yourself.

One of the funniest things that was NOT supposed to happen was Glinda FARTING during "Popular". Oh yes, a glorious moment, in which Eden (Elphie) and Megan (Glinda) could not stop laughing. They improv-ed it up spectacularly which just made us laugh even harder.

After the final number, we clapped and screamed our hearts out along with our standing ovation. It was marvelous. Afterward, we rushed to our exit so we could meet the cast, which to our convenience, the exit led right to the stage door where they came out!! It was very official, with little Wicked block offs to make a barricade between us and the cast. There weren't all that many people but luckily we snagged the best spots for pictures and autographs. Jenna Leigh Green came out first, after all the AMAZING orchestra of course, she played Nessarose and looked so pretty. We got a picture of her and she autographed our Playbills and program!! The only other person to come out though was Dioni Michelle Collins, who played Madame Morrible. She was young, to play someone so old and she was so sweet. We got the same from her as we did from Jenna Leigh Green. Too bad I forgot to bring the camera cord, or else I'd post all the pictures. We were disappointed that Elphie, Boq, and Fiyero didn't come out, but they had another show and the dressing room manager confirmed that they weren't coming out anytime soon since there were comfy couches. It didn't matter too deeply to me since the whole Wicked experience was just overwhelming enough!

After that whole shindiggitydig, me and my sister decided we wanted more merch, so we each got mugs, plus my sister a keychain and me a magnet. We were finally satisfied. We waited outside for Saga and it was freeeezing cold and then suddenly I saw Adam Wylie a few feet away from me! He plays Boq and I so badly wanted to just embrace him and converse with him and the whole enchilada! But I guess we took too long to contemplate, because his friends whisked him away. Oh well.

We went out to eat which was another experience in itself since a cockroach found its way onto Saga's foot, but you don't need to know that whole drama. And now I am here, typing my heart out, absorbed in WICKEDNESS and getting ready for tomorrow, when I'll be at the American Girl Theatre watching Brianna perform as Samantha. Don't fret my dearies, I will post pictures!

Once I kick off my Broadway career, I'll not let anything stop me from joining the cast of WICKED as Elphaba, I hope. No goal is too big for me to accomplish. But then again the ensemble or any other role would make me just as excited.

As for this uplifting, magical experience, I'll summarize it in a few profound words:

I simply couldn't be HAPPIER!

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At last? Alas? A tlast? Atlast! YES MY BLOGGING FIENDS: I HAVE A MESSAGE FOR YOU

I HAVE REDEEMED MYSELF FROM the EVIL CLUTCHES OF LAZY BLOGGERS!

I am pleased to announce that I will rejoin my fellow comrades into the glorious world of phenomenal story tellers. I feel triumphant! I also feel completely bizarred as my sister tries to take pictures of herself. Joanna Joan, I feel truly reprimanded of your scoldings in which you involved my middle name. If it weren't for your scoldings I would not be here right now. Well I would because this is my room. Anywhoo I also have HEETHAR to thank for cunningly and subtly setting the example for moi all Wednesday night. Oysh what a glorifying night that was. Heather and I participated in FLAT ME DAY in which Dudley was created. Heath has a photo of him with Jgretl so patience, little brother. I'm not sure if you are aware of the news, but shortly we are leaving for L.A. to embark on our WICKED weekend. Yes, it is true, tomorrow, April 14th 2007 at approximately 2:00pm sharp, my sister, my mom and I will all be sitting in the tenth row of the PANTAGES THEATRE, witnessing one of the most phenomenal Broadway musicals in the world. And guess what else? We just purchased tickets to RENT and I'm SO EXCITED.

PS. I did start this yesterday but my mom was yelling at me to hurry since we were leaving so I just now wrote the last 4 words. And now, ladies end gentlemen, this next post I am about to accomplish will not dissapoint you.