Thursday, August 30, 2007

perry and jessica

...and registration.

My picture looks hilarious and has my energy eminating off of it.
But I'm getting a retake due to the fact that my yearbook picture cannot look like that.

1/ Drama 1: Sautner
2/ French 2: Keith
3/ Earth Science: Garcia
4/ English 1 Honors/IB: Berner
5/ Algebra 1: Davis
6/ Phys Ed: Webber
7/ Cult Geo/His Hon

This was exactly what I hoped for. I leaped for joy! So far I know Natalie Field, Heather, Styffe, Dani Brabender, and Joanna have this class with me. I'm really looking forward to it.

I'm also considering running for an ASB officer. Sounds really fun, and it's not embarrassing for those of you who are shaking your head; it's called GETTING INVOLVED!

So Jessica is in my english class which immediatley makes the aspect of fun english nerds even better.

Tonight I went to Borders with Jessica and Perry and it was the funnest hour in my life.
Perry Fein is hilarious.

Locker # 3286

esoteric facts about danzdanz elkurd {it means mysterious}

+une. I use two different shampoos during one shower and condition as many times as it takes my hair to become silky smooth

+deux. I take about 2 and a half hours at the most to straighten my hair. That's the only way it gets perfect. No place I've been to so far has been able to do my hair the same way I can. Is this normal?

+trois. I get tired halfway through running the first lap of a mile. But I can run around the RSM bball courts, field, at a normal pace without stopping. This doesn't make sense to me. It must be the track holding a grudge against me?

+quatre. I constantly play out romantic encounters in my head that are creative and so different from the typical movie scene. {not sexual!}. Or I think of every way to not be embarrassing around boys. As in hunkmen boys that could potentially be pursuable. And then when I start talking to a boy I forget about all my rules I made for myself and then get so embarrassed and OCD about it the whole day and think of what I should have done or not done/said or not said.

+cinq. I don't think a person can look beautiful. A person IS beautiful.

+sept. I think the way most schools handle bullying needs to be changed. I absolutely cannot stand people who bully and can't bear to watch the victims. Because look at what happens when there's a school shooting. It's too late to kick the "zero tolerance" thing into gear.

+huit. I think Orange County is one of the worst places to raise children as of now. Hardly anyone knows true beauty anymore. People will do anything to be popular. Please. Material things have replaced what's actually worthwhile. This society turns people into something else. Point proven.

+neuf. I absolutely loathe the women of my extended family. I am nothing like them whatsoever. And that's a good thing. I can't stand being around them and could go on for hours explaining.

+dix. I'm a lot more deep and complex than you think. It bothers me how some people don't expect the things that come from me, or don't see me as a serious performer, or a performer at all. I also don't view any obstacles as a reason to stop, or something to slow me down. I just move past them.

did you learn 10 new things?

Tuesday, August 28, 2007


Alright. So Melissa calls me just now and she's telling me about these BIZARRE videos she watched of Kyle Larkins and his friend. So right away I got online and madly typed while Melissa directed me what to type. So we're deciding which video to watch next and she goes CLICK DEFYING GRAVITY. And the description says with megz and becka. So I go, THAT LOOKS LIKE DOCTOR MEGAN! And she's like THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT. So we make the connection with megz, doctor megan. AND IT'S HER. AND WE WERE HYSTERICAL.
Here's the video. I am so embarrased:

all weekend

All weekend, plus last night was the most long and nonstop weekend on the face of the planet.
Partly because Sunday we went to three malls in a row & Target for school shopping.

I have a post in the process as worthy as Rachel's Molokai adventures post, so do not lose faith in me!

i'm watching Boy Meets World right now. One of my favorite episodes.

Friday, August 24, 2007

two wonderful videos


Here's a sneak peek of my extremely long Ben Bar Mitzvah Post
And...someone is singing really high and bizarelly and ugly and I asked Brianna if it was me and she was like NO it was that girl across with the glasses and some other girl mixed in. Whew.

Model Behavior

Model Behavior is such a genuine and semi cheesy movie. But what movies don't have their cheesy parts, right? And I remember vividly ALWAYS making fun of the personal assisant Monique, she's hilarious. Like I keel over laughing. But I don't think it's intended that she is funny.

Oh and I'm seeing Phantom of the Opera and A Chorus Line next year.
Except by myself since the tickets are around 200-400 dollars.

Thursday, August 23, 2007


I want these jeans. NOW. My sister knows of my obsession for colored pants/jeans and she informed me of these beauts. But here's the thing...they're $49.50. That would leave me with only $50 for other clothes. I really want these pants, but I really want more clothes. Wait. Why don't I just wait till get the job?

Which by the way my dad RANDOMLY started calculating the money I would make and how I should deposit it in a bank account (duh) and at minimum wage, working around 10 hours a week, I'd make 200$ a month. That's pretty bomb diggity.


us freshmen

So, I was on the infamous social networking site MYSPACE I was looking at bulletins people were posting and this girl I was friends with when I was in 7th grade (Who is now going to be a sophomore) posted one that said: It's hilarious how a lot of this is true:

So I was taking like 20 minutes to decide whether or not I should actually post this. But I am going to show you how ridiculous:

Dear Freshmen, you're the lowest of the low, Here are just a few helpful words of advice
1) You are not cool.
2) Everyone does hate you.
3) You are annoying.
4) JOIN the choir class

- Sex doesn't make you cool & it won't make the upper-class boys think any higher of you. So don't go around bragging about it, no one cares & then you look like an easy freshman whore.. just leave all the slutty things you did in 8th grade in middle school.
- dont brag about the number of seniors you know. The more you brag, the more we can tell you're a freshman.
- You are a F-R-E-S-H-M-A-N.. not a "freshie" - shut up, you sound like a queer
- Don't walk around telling upperclassmen you're not all stupid freshman, we don't care, we're still calling you one.
-Respect your teachers and your peers. Getting written up everyday and purposely failing really doesn't look cool, we may laugh but it is at you for your ignorance. If your going to waste time and school board money on messing around just drop out you're a lost cause and you're really not that cool. people talk down about you behind your back.
- Dont think you're smart because you filled up water bottles with vodka/ or coke bottles with bacardi and snuck it onto your 8th grade field trip. We've all done it.. so don't be proud.
- Don't post things like "FINALLY A FRESHIE!! LOLZZZ"(but who does that?) on myspace. If anything, you suck big time.
- DO NOT think that the upper-class girls are your best friends.. they will just laugh at you.
-Do not wear ripped jeans and an Abercrombie shirt because you want to make "a variety of friends."
-If you are going to try and rebel, it most likely won't work.
- Don't think that you have privacy now. Once you're here.. Your business is everyone's business.
-Dont tell everyone you love your boyfriend after 2 days, you're an idiot.
- Don't try to sit at upperclassmen lunch tables. You will be picked up and thrown onto the floor.
- Dont tell your friends that youre busy after school and tell them you have to go meet your friends in the jr./sr. parking lot, we all know your brother/sisters just taking you home.
- You'll never be as hot as the ''09, & '10 girls. So don't try. (that's just embarrassing)
- To all freshman guys, you can't get with the class of '09 & '10 girls.
- Don't try to say you're older than you really are. The way you walk, dress & talk just has freshman written all over you.
- Your name is "the class of 11." HAHA.. enough said.
-Don' t try to pull that "Well you were freshmen once..." STOP! We know that we were freshmen, but we aren't anymore so shut up.
-The day you mess with our boyfriend /girlfriend, you'll never enjoy high school again.
- Don't be a slut. This should be the number one rule.!!
- DO NOT crowd our halls like cattle, because the upper classmen can (& most likely will), push you out of the way. You WILL get hurt
-To all the freshman guys, we know your balls haven't dropped yet. That's why you still sound like Mickey Mouse. Don't go around bragging how big you are. We all know you're lying.
-Freshmen girls are bootycalls
-Freshmen guys are Bootlickers
Welcome to hell. :]
Believe me---You CANT win. Have FUN being a freshman...for a fun-filled year with NO life and NO opinion whatsoever.

Juniors '09!!!!
Sophomores '10!!!!
- If you're an upperclassman, repost this

Okay. That's just lame. Whoever wrote this obviously wanted to scare some poor freshmen into thinking Highschool was like a battlefield of Voldemort's allies. What heartless person/people would write this? I'm pretty sure if highschool was like this for freshmen we would have known by now. I'm bizarred and I don't even know what to say.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007


thats cool i guess

i guess,

i found my new boyfriend?

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

appreciate my new song.
oh how i reminisce of 4th grade Danya "thinks she's sexy" days.


this is easily the saddest thing on the face of the planet. I cried.


Monday, August 20, 2007

because I have nothing else to do.

I'm ridiculously anxious for a lot of things.
Especially since I'm incredibly, indescribably bored,
I just make it worse by looking forward to the things ahead

Dance. Dance. Dance
I'm too excited and anxious.

So to fill you in on this extrvaganza, here's some background information:

{Where} West Coast Dance Academy in Mission Viejo
{What} Jazz II-III
{When} Right around after school starts, on TUESDAYS!
{Why} Because I've been dancing since age three!


and I just keep thinking how ridiculously fun Disneyland is if you truly appreciate and are with the right people.

So I was conditiong for jazz since there wasn't exactly a summer season, so I tried piroueting on the carpet. You don't pirouet on the carpet. You simply don't

This is really mumbo jumbo. So I don't expect you to understand the severe case of boredom I replace with rambling giddyness of future events.

to broadway

These are the top roles I would want to play:

1. Alphaba in Wicked

2. Penny in Hairspray

3. Wendla in Spring Awakening

And for ensemble I would love to be in the jazz, tap, or ballet.

Saturday, August 18, 2007

a shame

So I obviously promised you guys pictures from Ben Teincuff's Bar Mitzvah and party.
And I had pretty much all the pictures and words ready in a draft
Now I'm at my dad's house and yesterday I was ready to hit PUBLISH POST
But about half of my pictures just got deleted.
And the pictures are on my computer at home,
So I hope you guys can be patient until I come back home

OH and I just got back from yoga where two things happened:
one. a frequenter of all the classes I go to in the aerobics room came in a little late, already smelling like putrid body odor. Then he decided to put his mat next to mine. Oh joy.
two. I forgot to put my phone on silent, and during deep meditation, my blaring and obnoxious Defying Gravity ringtone went off. But the thing is I didn't get up. That would have been worse.

On another note, I'm getting a job come the start of school. Yes that's right, a job. I think it's time to take to be a little more responsible than cleaning my room and the house and babysitting. This job is going to help me save for the glorious red mini cooper with a white top, and since where I do dance is very expensive, I'm going to help pay for my classes.

But this job is a secret (: I shall not inform you of what it is until I am officially hired. Plus I need to get a work permit through the school since I'm under 18.

I feel superior with such a secret.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

How I Love Jewishness

OOOH OOH UMM. i don't know. Haha that wasn't serious; just a little something that I did to RKP once. Well the time has been flying by this week so there has been absolutely no time to blog. I'll update you on this week's happenings:

+My mom's bizarre redecorating/cleaning spree
+The sudden new carpet that's being put in tomorrow!
+Ben Teincuff's AMAZING Bar Mitzvah/After party with Brianja be (it was twenty times better than the parties on MTV)
+My mom buying me a phone tomorrow: I'm joining her plan, get t-mobile five faves, and can actually TALK to you guys!
+My sister's hilariously fun birthday party and the lesbian/man couple behind us on the trolley
+Really scary homeless people who would literally come up to us and demand our bags/phones or would cry out obscenely. It's not their fault though, they're mentally ill
+Me doing Jazz II at West Coast Dance Academy this fall/ finding a voice coach through Ben

So there's a little taste of the bizarre hecticness that's been going down. And it sucks I haven't seen you guys as much as I'd like to, but life is crazy. Even when it's not though, I SHOULD be doing something with you guys when I'm sitting at home eating three chimichangas with Prego sauce. So you really need to call me, and vice versa. Keep this in mind girls, school is starting soon! And besides Melissa and Joanna, don't forget to read a book from the list of MANDATORY summer reading. Actually, just read The Center of Everything like I read. It's one of the most brilliant books I've ever read. Not the ones about wolves and Charles Dickens old Englishness,


Stay tuned till next time poppets.

Thursday, August 9, 2007

rachel fatla

I've had new hair since Canada. But I don't flaunt it. Which is lame because you can't see any difference by the way I've been wearing my hair for the past 3 weeks: curly and up.

Rachel Patla's new hairstyle, however, has proven that the sweltering heat of summer time is absolutely no excuse to be disgusting like me.

So I'm going to actually do my hair tomorrow. Fully. Straightening bangs don't count.
Thank you Rachel Fatla,


So, I may know a couple of extra useful things on the computer, but I thought that editing our drama plays into little segments would be a piece of cake. I kept trying and trying to upload what I thought was ok onto youtube. But it just didn't work. Over 10 times. Here's the thing though. I wasn't realizing I would have to actually try something else, I just kept uploading and uploading and uploading and uploading. You don't really do that. Then I kept getting excited and exclaiming, I'VE GOT IT! But the truth was I just thought I did. I truly feel like I would be shunned by Bill Gates if he were to watch my pathetic efforts. But all my hard work and failed attempts actually got me to figure out how this computer likes to do things. Remember, success is 99% failure. Without failure, you cannot have success. Even though the process takes actual intense manual movie editing-esque work, including precise trimming and exporting and etc, I have final products for you. I have become a movie mogul. (?)Scroll down and stop my music though so you can bask in the glory of these movies.

life is magnicifent, no?
haha wow.
more are coming.

Wednesday, August 8, 2007


Okay, so have Melissa, Rachel, and Zeinah disappeared from my life?
I'm beginning to become concerned
I feel like I don't exist.

Tuesday, August 7, 2007


My room, as far as the painting, is completez (I'm afraid if I get into French 2 I'll forget everything; hence the word completez). But, my mom put up a canopy and she said if I don't like it she'll take it down. I'm not really a canopy kind of person? But my mom said I'd like it so I really don't know. Because I'll eventually be getting a new bedspread from UrbOut, plus adding artwork, photos, and new furniture so I'm assuming a canopy will take up space that I really don't have and make the room smaller. I have a clear image in my mind of how I want my room to look, but then again I haven't even seen my room yet. But I still would appreciate some input here during these stressful times.

ps: I'm finally going back to dance, and starting voice (soon). I'm excited! And notice my music(:

I want a burrito.



it's her birthday today

Monday, August 6, 2007


Yes, I have let my 50th post pass me by

But it doesn't matter because Joanna Chiang makes me giddy and I vow to be her slave for filling me with glorious feelings.

Sunday, August 5, 2007

a travesty!

Driving Lessons: One of the most brilliantly done independent films I've ever seen. I have loved Rupert Grint always, but now I want to marry him. He's fabulous. In the movie he works as an assistant to a retired actress who plays his mom, Molly Weasley, in all the Harry Potter films. It was a wonderful movie. You don't think of Rupert Grint and Julie Waters as the people of Harry Potter. You just think of them as people, and that's a milestone for people who are just seen as "Oh, Rupert Grint from the Harry Potter movies," etc. The soundtrack is also phenomenal.

And what is this travesty of me not seeing any of you girls for a long while? Melissa and Joanna, the last time I saw you was July 20th. I miss you guys terribly and don't get why I haven't seen you since. Heather, last time I saw you was the day I babysat my cousin that one night when you didn't want to see that Scottish play. And I haven't seen Rachel since grad or since she's been home. Zeinah, I saw you once when we went to the beach. I miss you guys!! I feel genuinely sad for not being able to see you/embark on adventures. Just because I'm at my dad's, I can still probably do things. And when I'm not at my dad's, I'm as free as can be. Call me or something so I know I'm still cared for and loved at least!? I really really miss you guys.

You have no idea.

Friday, August 3, 2007

a room of my own, and SCARY harry potter dreams

Mama elk called today and I answered my phone with the normal, "Hello?"

"You. Are. Going. To. Die. When. You. See. Your. Room."

I was bizarred by this response. I thought I was in huge trouble and did not appreciate mama elk's dark and treacherous tone.

It's almost halfway done and will for sure be done when I come home from me pappy's.

On that note, our upstairs will look normal finally. My mom is also FINALLY getting new carpet. Our gross gray carpet is not cool or attractive in any form, plus it doesn't match the tile and clashes when you view the stairs next to our tile.

So, that being said. W basically get to re dec our rooms. And I already found a cheap and effective haven (URBAN OUTFITTERS!) and made some almost 100% for sure decisions.

either one of these gorgeous bedspreads/quilts (:

these album covers that have taken over my life with joy

{belle and sebastian!}

arabesque rug

these wondrous picture frames

This would all cost under about 150$ if I got the coral quilt, and a little bit over 150$ if I got the actual quilt. I am so ridiculously excited for a room that shall define Danza Elkurd.

Alright. Last night: I have never encountered such a VIVID, bizarre, and pleasurable dream. I'm talking dreams that involve all 5 senses, pleasure your mind while you're asleep, however when you wake up you are ashamed at why your mind would have enjoyed such shameful behavior. Mind you, there isn't any organization because I am only writing what I recall.

So, first off, Voldermort was the main man. He was my boyfriend, chased me on elevators, and the only reason I became his girlfriend was because I didn't want to be killed. Also, his complexion in my dream consisted of a blue-ish hue. We would ferociously make out and I would talk parseltongue (snake talk) to be romantic. There was also a battle on a bridge with red hooded dementors, but when they sucked out your soul, your head would get big, your eyes would bulge, and you'd get really skinny and then look just like the dementor who sucked your soul. So this battle started off with me delivering a message through a rug while reading Hp7 backwards which was the only way to find the secret ending and discuss it face to face with J.K. Rowling. So the battle call was Snape coming out of his house at the end of the bridge and I guess it was his first time outside in 5 years because he was wearing a white nightgown and had long curly hair and his body was titled sideways. Then I got soul sucked by a dementor except I still had my other body, so there were two of me. There was also a part of the dream where me and Voldemort were at a restaurant and he was arguing with me because he thought he was getting uglier and didn't understand why someone as sexy as me would date someone like him.

There was way more details, but I really can't remember This may make you laugh, but it was partially a nightmare for me. It also doesn't make sense once explained.

forgive my lack of postings...

My cousins from Canada came, as you know, and I have been sick, plus I was just at my cousin's house for the past two days.

Anyways, as of {I-forgot-how-many-days-ago}, I'm starting fresh

I have too many negative thoughts in my head that really don't need to be there.
I make mistakes, which is okay, but I let my emotions get the better of me.
The outcomes really aren't that great.
So, I've eliminated that part of me, and know that I won't let the problems I have get in the way of our friendship.
I just hope for you all to embrace.