"Elizabeth's stories...
I first met Stefanie Powers in October 1992. I was 18 and had been a "fan" for 6 years. Stefanie was in Toronto filming the movie Survive the Night and her fan club told me how to contact her. I had been on Cloud 9 the whole week just knowing she was in town, and I was excited that I might be able to meet her. Friday afternoon I called her hotel and asked if we might meet for a few minutes. She said I could come over that afternoon - in 20 minutes. I was so nervous!!! I was about to meet Stefanie Powers - the lady I had first seen as Jennifer Hart, the multi-faceted person I had learned about as I clipped articles for 6 years!

My (wonderful) mom drove me, my brother and my friend through rush hour traffic, on a Friday afternoon, the night of the Blue Jays Playoffs (talk about a traffic nightmare). (It takes half an hour to drive downtown on a good day.) I arrived LATE!!! Ahhhh... Can you believe it? What a first impression I made. She's so gracious to let me meet with her, and I can't even make it on time! Yikes. Anyway....

I went to her hotel (Hotel Intercontinental) and up up up to her room (626). This was it! Knock knock knock.

Stefanie herself answered the door. (Breathe Elizabeth!) WOW! She invited us in and we sat in the living area of the room. The room was very tidy, and a classical (?) radio station was playing quietly in the background. Stefanie wore tan brown pants, and a dark blue/teal long sleeved top. We sat and I showed her my scrapbooks I collected. She commented on some of the contents:
"I remember it was cold that night!" pointing to a pic of her dressed as Maggie Lunel (Mistral's Daugher) in the fruit bowl costume by the fountain.

"My mom really did say that," referring to a magazine article titled "My mom wants me to have a baby".

Of course she said lots of other things - my head was spinning. I can't remember everything. I think she mentioned that one of her favourite Hart to Hart episodes was the one where they met in London.
She posed for some photos with me. Then we left ... knowing we'd see her again in a few hours when she taped The Shirley Show that night. "

Went to my only class today and I am still alive, baby! I'd like to give a big "nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh" to my ASSassin. In your face! But NOT in your hands ...

"I'm too old for this" I said. "I won't get paranoid this year". Bull shit. Spent alll weekend in my room, only venturing out twice, each time with a yearbook in my jeans. Crazy and plotting. What a surprise. But I can't say anything compromising until the game is over. I hope I don't make it past Wednesday. That would be too, too much. I can't handle that kind of stress. Alright, must stop, there are spies EVERYWHERE.

guess what i just did? i just left my shit all over ester's room. her floor. even her bed! which i slept in. heh heh heh. and she'll never know. now i need to go do my history reading which of course i haven't done cuz i'm a dumb dumby with no work ethic and i shit in people's beds. often. check yours.

Oh! and that song about being a joker, smoker, and midnight toker. Because that song rocks.

Also:



Straight Up
Opposites Attract
Discovery Channel
Playmate of the Year
Sexx Laws
Debra
Right Now
Bohemian Rhapsody
Starbright Boy
Right Now
Material Girl
Chick a CHerry Cola (or such is my understanding of the lyrics)
Motown Philly
Tainted Love
Everything to Everyone
Total Eclipse of the Heart
Volvano Girls
S-E-X-X-Y
Not The Doctor
All I Really Want
Stay
Shimmer



See, but now I'm just getting into songs I like. Have to stay pure. Preserve my integrity.

An interesting word to know: "obsessional". I thought it was fake when I saw it on the back of the movie brought to me by the Tri-College Consortium: Pecker. I was like, "my GOD, why do they have to make up words? Why can't they say 'obsessive' or 'obsessed' or 'obsession'? Philistines." I wasn't even sure what they were trying to say, so I looked it up to prove what a genius I was and found out it meant "causing an obsession". I thought that was kind of cool and, considering the title of my web page, appropriate for general discussion.



Lots of loud kids having party with REALLY good dance music right outside my room last night. Nothing makes me more bitter than listening to happy teenagers laughing and singing along to "Video Killed the Radio Star". Philistines. Anyway, it made me realize all the more how much I want to have a party with really good dance music in the WRC (really good dance music defined as: music I know most of the words to, has a good beat, and doesn't require you to look cool to dance to. But I need to figure out if I have to go out and get SAC fundng and get sound equipment and blah blah blah or if I can just bring like a stereo up there or something. Hmmm. Maybe that's not going to work. But if I make it an official party it's so much work and I have to come up with a name and get a DJ (and Ross says DJ's don't like to just play the songs you give them because of something about integrity) and food and all that. Here are the songs I want to play:



Video Killed the Radio Star
Shoop, Whatta Man, Let's Talk About Sex
It's Gonna Be Me, Bye Bye Bye
Hit Me Baby One More Time
Seven, Kiss
Walk Like an Egyptian
YMCA
C'mon Eileen (Save Ferris Cover)
Semi-Charmed Life
You Spin Me Right Round
Boys and Girls
Like a Prayer, Vogue
Stayin' Alive
I Will Survive
Estoy Aki
I Touch Myself
One Week



and many more I can't think of right now. But maybe you can't throw together songs that don't have a theme. Maybe too much easy dance music doesn't work, people won't appreciate it without the impossible techno stuff. Mom has a tape of 70's dance music. Basically every song on that tape is on the list. But I don't want this to be a decade party. I welcome any suggestions (especially from Mom from the tape).



Alright. That's it for now. So far this journaling thing seems to be working. But, to get into the spirit of doing History reading, I must judge from the past, so we'll see.

I can't read History books. I'm so bad with names and dates and times, but I was going to do this Ani Difranco reference, but I couldn't get it right. Sigh. Anyway, it all just slips past. It's like "Franklin Roosevelt this" and "Eleanor Roosevelt that" and "he made the big pronouncement to go to war blah blah blah ..." and "he was dashing, but she had buck teeth". Who cares? I know, history repeats itself and we have to understand the past to understand the present, but isn't that that the job for boring people? You know, the people who weren't cool enough for CS? I like the idea of the History people and the CS people getting together for lunch, especially with the way Marge Murphy refers to DuPont as this impossible Labrinth of stairs, inside which, if we survive, is a classroom of computers in which we can make web pages.



Dinner at Felicia's TWICE in a row cuz Stef couldn't make Tuesday night. It is food not to be believed. We watched "West Wing" and I was not all too impressed. I also missed a major plot point because I'm a knucklehead.



I want to buzz my hair, and I keep hearing that it won't look good and my answer is that I don't want it to look good, I want it to look interesting. It makes me nervous to have a "cute" haircut or to be told I'm dressing better, because it makes me feel like I have to try to be attractive and that's not an effort I am always, or usually, willing to make, so I don't want to feel like I'm failing at it. It's easier to be interesting. I haven't fully thought this out, but I think I'd rather not have my appearance center around what looks nice and goes together well, because that isn't something I'm good at. Or maybe I just want to be a rebel so I don't have to worry about whether I'm pretty. It's so angsty teen. "I'm not an outcast, I'm an artist". I might have had enough of that in high school. I tried to explain it to Stef and Brig last night and just came out defensive and bitter-sounding. Today Brig goes "you look cute - attract - interesting." It made me happy.



And Stef is amazing. But that's old news.

Brig and I have spent this break together in kind of a stupor. Basically, Brig has done some work and we've watched many movies: "Some Like it Hot" (which I would love to watch in that Queer Media class I'm too intimidated to take next semester), "I'm the One that I Want" (I don't think Margaret Cho is hilarious, but I like her a lot), "What's Up Doc?" (an E3 classic), and "When Harry Met Sally". I've also beat Brig in SCRABBLE more times than it is decent to write online (3). I got my FIRST 7-letter word that was actually EIGHT letters and on a triple letter score: ENGRAVED. (Elizabeth dances round and round). Our major accomplishment for the weekend was a great playlist on Ester's computer which I named "Brig and Elizabeth Get it Done Over Break". It has that cool bitter Bob Dylan song I like more each time I hear it.


Stef was supposed to come back last night, and I showered and everything to get ready, and she calls and says she isn't coming back until tonight. Sigh. So I'm all depressed and deflated and slightly bitter and resigned to feeling even worse than slothlike and I sit down to watch the Simpsons, and then "Boston Public" because that is EXACTLY the show to wallow in and stop thinking. Then Sorelle and Allegra come in and we decide to make pasta with vegetables grilled on the George Foreman griller Brig has on lend. It was so fun communally cooking and I felt like such a gourmet because I have fresh basil to mince and sauted the oil in garlic before we dipped the vegetebles in it and roasted them. Brig was our George Foreman, a job she performed perfectly. I need one of those grills, the pasta came out wonderfully. I ate the rest of it later that night. Then I came with Sorelle to drop off Allegra (we had to stop conversation on the way to sing to "The Ocean". I don't think I have ever been happier) and we hung out after, then joined by Sarah C, who heard the phrase "heterosexual intercourse" and had to come check it out. We had a long sex talk, with Sarah C having to be our heterosexual go-between, a job she performed humbly and effectively. It's interesting to be in a situation where Queer is the majority. But, in the end, that made very little difference, it was more us-centered, and sexuality wasn't too big of a player. I went to bed really happy, feeling like the independant girlfriend who didn't wait by the phone. ... and refers to herself as "the girlfriend".


Today Sarah C and I retaped the small dance room to Alanis Morisette on the big sound system. Both of us are on the same place on Alanis. We used to love her. Then had to get away. Then came crawling back, only to have given are tapes to our sisters who are unwilling to give it back, so we have to burn them (the tapes, not the sisters). Which reminds me that I have to ask Eva to bring it when she comes to Swat and MAKE her realize that this is the school for her. But taping was easy and fun and Alanis was the perfect soundtrack, righteous indignation with some corniness, though it almost made us seem like it was scene in at 80's movie with anachronistic music. I totally just used the word anachronistic. Hell yeah.


Tonight to Felicia's for an even more amazing pasta dinner. Life is good.


So I'm making another go of blogging. I refuse to tell anyone until I've gotten far enough into it.