Wednesday, April 18, 2007

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.


Monday, April 16, 2007

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.
:)

Sunday, April 15, 2007

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.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

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!

Friday, April 13, 2007

NEW POST NEW POST NEW POST!

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.

Friday, March 2, 2007

Is Jonjeh Gay?

Well I've been thinking, after Salami Kid asked me if Jonjeh was personally gay and I said no...I've been reconsidering. It's very possible. Anyvhoo, here the LOWDOWN.

i just got email notification that tickets were available for this Sunday's live taping of GREASE: YTOTIW. I clicked on the link for my free tickets, and what do I find?!?!?! THAT THEY WERE ALL RESERVED. FREAKING ANTI-JONJEHS. Then they said to re apply to the wait list on Monday so we'd be guaranteed seats next taping available. EEESHIE. All I know is that there are about 4 weeks left if you really calculate (only I probably do) of how long until the show is done. But there could be more if they decide not to eliminate one week consistently. HOW EMBERRASING AM I?!?! I actually sit and think about this stuff. Eeeshie. But to the point, hopefully I'll be at one of the tapings between now and whenever the show is over. I'll leave it in God's hands.

Ahh that was so profound. I feel LIBERATED.

So today was Melistha's birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE TRUMPKEN.
ZZ, Rachelio, Mel and I all celebrated the night away.
But the PRE party was the gorgeousness of me and Melissa's adventures in her backyard.
First, we stuffed our faces after getting a GROSS aftertaste of negro nose lips.
We then proceeded to making sure negro man got a taste of my orgasmic, knee buckling jonjeh tactics. I broke a broom in the process. Tahaha.
Then, we decided it'd be funny to climb the neighbors fence and run around wildly. Melistha made sure I would wear a ghetto grease frock and I stopped halfway putting it on, for the sole reason of this: I am a hebrew queen maccaw. Photos to come.
I got on the fence and then posed bizarrely and almost went into the neighbors yard. Except how would I get back over? So that didn't work. To sum up the pre party: I am a hebrew queen maccaw, I play with Toby's mind, I fart like a fat german hoochie, and we like chili flavored ice cream.

Le ZZ, Le Roch, and Le Melisth+Le Moi trekked to The King and I at MTV solely for the pleasure of Ryan.

Alas, we have SALAMI KEEED. Oh jhes how he makes me giddy. He is so feminine in his ways of wanting our numbers and screenames and wanting to Spectrumio it up with us. Eeeshie. I made him a telegram with some jonjeh blessings. And this is what went down verbally between us two humans.

Is Jonjeh gay?

No why?

He likes me.

Eesha. I luff
him. And now we affectionately left and me and the ZZ came to realize: her
and her pappy and Greta and Zack are coming tomorrow for dinner! So bizarre! Oysh, well since
it's ever so late and I think I'll be cooking deliciousness for 5 hours
tomorrow, I MUST GO. I already miss Heath and Junz. And Melissa and Roch are going to WICKED THIS
SUNDAY! and I'm
going april 14. We
can get more excited for that later. Shalom Shnozzles.