Sunday, March 14, 2010

Broadway bios all have something in common...

...well, about 96% of them do.

They all list some form of Law and Order in them as a credit.

Cheyenne Jackson is not included in that 96%...even though this guy has been working steadily in the Broadway theatre scene for the past eight years and has done numerous television appearances, he is yet to appear on Law and Order.

Tomorrow night at 10PM?

That all changes!

Cheyenne Jackson will guest-star on Law and Order!

I am superproud of my supertall friend.

Diana Rissetto

I used to have this journal...

...well, I still have it in a stack with the rest of my old pre-internet journals, filled with very girlish, loopy handwriting and lots of exclamation points...

...that had a cover that said, "Just for happy."

I feel like that's something I have to keep reminding myself to do...not so much the "be happy" part, but the "just for today" half.

I had a professor in was my Communication Law course (I think that's what it called...towards the end, I was taking all of these legal and political courses...not sure why. My friend asked me if I was prepping myself to be the next Jackie Kennedy.) I remember him telling us how important it is to be happy...and if happiness to you is watching Wheel of Fortune and eating Cheezdoodles all day, then so be it.

Just be happy.

Who cares?

Just be happy.

I've been worrying a lot...maybe it's my upcoming birthday, which is making me feel like I haven't accomplished nearly as much as I wanted to by this point in my life (I've been talking about Apolo Anton Ohno a lot lately, and he's exactly two months younger than me! And look at what everything he's done! And those Jonas Brothers are young enough to be my sons! Kinda.)...I'm surrounded by girls my own age getting married and having babies and I feel so far away from all of that...I worry that it won't ever happen for me...I worry that I'll end-up being not a Crazy Cat Lady (I am dreadfully allergic to cats) but like the Crazy Westie Lady (Westies are hyperallergenic) I always see walking her four a baby carriage...wearing Burberry coats. I worry about something happening to my mom the way that something happened to my dad...I have friends getting MBAs at Ivy League schools and will soon be making four times my salary (or something like that.) I worry that I'll never have a good idea for a story or a play ever again...I worry about my mother selling our family home...I worry about my train breaking down tomorrow, another 9/11 happening, becoming sick, walking into a pole and knocking-out my teeth.

Some of these things seem so ridiculous that it is like I look for things to worry about when there is nothing to worry about.

I know I can probably come-off quite "footloose and fancy-free" to others, but I'm really not.

It's really quite the opposite.

I am a complete, utter bundle-of-nerves.

But I really want to stop being one of those and writing it all down and announcing it to the four people that READ this blog is probably the first step...nobody is forcing me to feel this way, so why am I doing it to myself? What exactly is the point?

People always tell me great stuff about myself...I'm apparently hilariously funny, kind, talented, a fantastic writer, smart, a generous friend, lovely with children, and the word "adorable" is used frequently. If people are always telling me stuff like that, it must be, why don't I feel a little better about myself? How come I'm not going through life with this unstoppable "CAN DO" attitude? (a la Apolo Anton Ohno. I think I just wanted an excuse to say "a la Apolo Anton Ohno.")

How come I devote so much time to worrying about things I have no control over?

What good does that do? What on earth does it accomplish?

Seriously? As cliche as it might sound, this could be my very last day on earth, and why should I spend it worrying about anything?

In two weeks, I start a new year...and I'm going to get a two-week headstart on a new start. Maybe 28 will be the best year ever.

Maybe I'll approach every day with a "just for happy" attitude.

And then maybe everything else will take care of itself.

Diana Rissetto

I've talked about it a million times before...

...I was laid-off three years ago...

Three years ago this week.

I just realized it was the anniversary...well, now it can be known as the week I met Apolo Anton Ohno...but for three years, it was the week I lost a job that meant so much to me.

Three years ago, my boss told me how great I was, how much everybody liked me, how it was apparent how happy I was there, how hard I tried, how I made people smile.

And then told me to pack-up my desk and never come back.

He even stood over my desk as I did that. Looking back, he clearly did feel really bad and wanted to make sure I was okay...but, at the time, all I wanted was to yell at him, "Why are you staring at me? Do you think I'm going to steal paperclips from you or something?"

I left the office, I sobbed uncontrollably in the elevator, I told the front desk guy I was fired.

I walked-down 42nd Street and continued to sob uncontrollably. It was raining. I was juggling all the stuff from my desk. And I had tickets to see Les Miserables that night.

(Worst and best show ever to see when you're in such a state. A perfect excuse to keep ON sobbing uncontrollably at numerous death scenes.)

Three years have flown-by, but at the same time, so much has happened in those three years that I feel like a very different person than I was. I have grown-up a bit, and have had life-changing adventures and met people that I never would have had I not lost my job on that March day.

For a long time, I was very angry at my former company for what they did to me.

And now I can look back and, yes...I do think they were extremely wrong. There were people in that office that deserved the boot much more than I did.

I'll never understand why it had to be me...but it hurt. It broke my heart.

I finally am forgiving my boss for what happened. I'll forgive him, and I'll feel sorry for him, because I think the company lost somebody pretty cool that day.

I recognize that everything really does happen for a reason, and that losing that job was some kind of blessing in disguise...but I still remember that poor girl crying in the rain and feel so sorry for her! She didn't deserve that.

Diana Rissetto

Thursday, March 11, 2010

There are moments when... is completely okay to once again feel like a 13-year-old.

This was one of them.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

I am so excited!

Somebody stopped me in the street today and congratulated me on taking over the starring role in Broadway's Wicked!

I had no idea I was doing that!

Guess all those smiley curly-haired girls look alike to some people...