I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF. (Sorry for the multiple JB posts.)
So I capped the vid jbsnowuploaded.



( dont think I need to explain why im doing this. )

OKAY I AM KINDA ON A JOHN BARROWMAN HIGH RIGHT NOW, AS HE IS ON CHILDREN IN NEED WHICH I CAN'T SEE, AND EVER SINCE HE SANG IN HIS BOXERS THERE, AND NOW SELLS THEM.

But anywho, I got my La Cage poster framed today. :D :D And therefore, it is the first time I opened it since JB signed it, and I brought pictures.


I love how the more "personal" one even looks better than the one he gave me after the show..
( Alittle bigger and the other one too... )

I totally have lots of homework to be doing but I am waay too distructed by John Barrowman's underwear, as I imagine them.

Okay, so I stopped at the point where I locked myself in the McDonalds toilets alone with my dear, signed poster.
After trying to drink a latte at starbucks, and failing to do this because I was still excited as shit.
Anyways, got into the theatre. And I stupidly enough, decided not to go to the toilets before the show.
I say stupid, because even before the break, I had to pee really badly. Luckily, I already saw the show and knew when JB wont be on (or rather tried to remember) and lef at the scene where George is speaking seeing his son for the first time when he comes back.
I litterally ran. The people who worked at the theatre were kinda worried about me, because i explained it was an emergency. Ooops. I didnt mean any distrespect. I just REALLY had to go.
Anyway, the first show was amazing. Having front row sits enabled me to see John's spit, sweat and (almost) every muscele not covered on his body. It was more amazing, because at this particular show, he and simon had to work extra hard not to laugh. Also, the only men in the cabaret table were extra playfull and JB really took his time + made everyone on stage and off it laugh by his extremly long flirting with them. (They even gave him a que with the music to stop, but he continued!! lol). Also, sitting front row meant that JB had to run infront of me, or rather very very very near me to go out the door in the end of the first set. I litterally stopped breathing when that happened.
Well, during the break or whatever theatre word you use, I talked to the people next to me. They were a very nice family. They told me they had family in Jerusalem and had just been here for a wedding. They of course, didnt understand why i'd come so far for a show. So I said, that i personally won't come so far for a wedding. :) We talked alot about theatre and stuff and it was great. It's always nice to have conversations in the London theatre. I almost always meet interesting people there. :)
Anywho, when the show was over, like everyone else I went to the stage door again. I tried shooting my movie, which of course became horrible because my camera sucks, and there was no light. But I did anyway, and then when John was about to leave, I gave him the program to sign, and when he brought it back to me he said "here you go sweetheart". You can imagine I died at that second. And I'm really not the "OMG! JOHN BARROWMAN IS STANDING INFRONT OF ME! KDFJHSDJFHSKDFJ" type of person IRL ( fry_addictcan tell you!)
I then walked back to the hostel all happy and high, untill i found out, that because of the french girl sleeping in the bed I was supposed to have, no one made the bed i did have. I had to sleep in someone elses sheets. :x I was so tired, that I really just didnt have the energy to do a thing about it, and just went to bed.

The next day, I woke up very early and tried to decide wether it was worth going to see La Cage again at the matinee. I went to the discount ticket boothes to discover they only had a sit left on the balcony. I litterally couldnt do it after sitting first row. Also I wanted to try to shoot my movie again after the matinee performance so I had to be there before the show was over.
So meanwhile, I went to just about every book shop I could find in order to get Graham Norton's book. Only, IT WASN'T IN STOCK. ANYWHERE. Do people not like him that much? Stupid people. But I did get Alan Carr's book (I have a recent thing with autobiographies. It is like the only thing im reading). I also saw david tennant's biography and didnt get it because he wasn't the one writing it. lol

After walking around alot, I went back to the theatre. I misjudged the time that the performance was supposed to end, and got there just alittle bit before the first set ended. How do I know that? Because I was filming people cleaning the garbage near the artists enterence just so I'd have something more about the place when the producer told me to move, because they were using the space. As soon as she said that, I heard a John Barrowman scream. A continuence of a John Barrowman scream that got louder and louder until I actually saw teh John Barrowman in his dress infront of me, and then putting on a jacket. I don't think he paid any attention to me, he shouldn't have, but I was still rather emberressed, because it was something I totally didnt plan to happen.

Well, he went out, I didn't get close to him or anything, rather than just tried to film, and didn't make it even though there were SOOO many people there.
Oh, but before he came out his parents came out and told us he'd be out soon.
I also found it terribly cute that after he was FINALLY done signing to the entire hunderds of people there, he started walking away. Fast, naturally, but like a normal person, that doesnt have lots of fan who just screamed for him.

Anywho, I went to the same direction (because it was where Starbucks lay, not because I was following him), after he already dissapeared, of course. I came back to the theatre and waited for fry_addict and her mother. I was so worried of not finding them. But it all worked out.
The second time wan't as good because I was sitting far. Because there werent as many cool people around me. Because JB just didn't improvise as much, and the amount of times he and simon nearly burst out laughing was so much smaller than the day before. Never the less, I did enjoy it because with John Barrowman on stage, it is impossible not to enjoy things. And also, his parents set 3 rows before me. Bless.

I have to say, that he is one of the best performers I have ever seen. I am not saying that because of my love for him, or because he was so sweet to me. I am saying this, because lets face it, he's not the greatest actor in the world. There are better than him. However, I have never seen someone who capture the stage as well as he does. When he is on stage, your eyes are on him and him alone for three hours. No one else is there with him, and nothing else exists in the world. That's how amazing he is on stage. Bummer to be his co-star though! lol

When the show ended, naturally we all went to the stage door again. I went there to be with fry_addictmainly. There werent many people there that time, because it just started to rain. I again, didnt talk to John, but rather got Simon autograph even though he mispelled my name badly, but thats okay.
As I wrote time and time again, it was the first time I saw Scott. The man is even more gorgeous than he is in pictures, and in the pictures he was stunning. Also, when I saw him zip up his leather jacket and hop on his sexy red motorcycle, this manly man was even more hot than it is possible a man can be.
When John was done with the autographs, he helped his mother walk to the car, and let his father sit upfront. What a good boy he is!

Well then, me and fry_addictand her mother walked a bit and parted our ways.
On my way to the hostel I stopped at mcdonalds again. this time to eat something. But when I came out, this guy hit on me. Alot of times I'm oblivious to men hitting on me. This time it was obvios what he wanted. And he just didnt leave me alone. He then asked me if he could kiss me. I almost say no to a kiss, because I get to do it so rarely. But what a mistake that was. He then really didn't leave me alone, and he wouldve fucked me then and there in the street full of people if i only let him. Only, i gave him my wrong details and managed to walk away.
Now, I'm not going to say he assaulted me, because i partly let him, and somewhat enjoyed it. But at least if I'm letting a random guy grope me, I should be just somewhat drunk for the occasion.

I was alittle bit shocked and went to the hostel. Naturally, I couldn't sleep and when I actually did go to sleep, I found out the bed I was sleeping in the night before, was again taken, and I was back to the original bed I was supposed to have, not knowing if the sheets were changed or not (they prolly weren't bah). I again didn't sleep, because I saw a text message telling me of an urgent email, which made me have a small panic attack, alittle bit also because of this guy.

I do not have a tiny regret doing this. Yes, money is important. It is important not to spend it, and do stupid things like that. But it was such an amazing and inspiring weekend, and I could have never had that in Israel, and if I havent gone and done it.

I DONT EVEN KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN.

Because I took a night flight to London, I slept through it all. Got to love night flights. The men sitting next to me however, did not and were jealous of my powers.
One of them, which is sort of a travel agent and theatre lover, kept "stalking me" all the way to King Cross' station when we got on the tube. But he was sweet, though strange, so that's okay.

I quickly got to the hostel and put the things. A french girl took over the bed I was supposed to sleep in, but I let it pass and went out.
I don't even remember all the things I did. I mainly walked around, went to the best vintage clothes shop I ever went to, and tried really awesome 20th and 30th hats.
I mostly did "window shopping" and the like. Walking around in the west end, soho and covent garden can never be bad.
Oh, I did laugh at the christmas decoration. It is wrong, british people. Only americans put on christmas decorations 2 monthes in advance, and then you are supposed to laugh at them, not do the same!

Anywho, I had alot of "toilet problems" that day. Do to the cold, and he excitment. This is important infromation, because I nearly peed myself three times when I talked to JB, and in La Cage itself. fail.

So I think I got to the theatre at 16:00 and went to pick up my ticket. The woman there was annoying, because my credit card. MY credit card, didn't have a signature. I mean, come on. Whatever. But she gave me the ticket anyway. Gee, thanks.

After et_musetold me where the stage door is, because I was too nervous to look throughly myself.
I started waiting. and waiting. and waiting. and it was raining. And I'm an israeli, I melt in rain. I was bored, nervous and needed to pee, so I started playing a game with myself and guessing who will enter the artists enterence by their body language alone. I got pretty good at it too! lol
After said two hours, JB was dropped out from his car (it was raining!) and I ran (I wasn't standing exactly there, because I didn't want to be told off).Now I ran, and didn't scream but rather called out "John! John!" (Mr. Barrowman which I intended to call him, was too long at that second). He was already inside, and he turned around toward me (and two other women who were there, I think). And he said he didn't have time, as he was already late. I said "well, okay, I just want to give you this" and handed him the 20th anniversary card I made him (which consists of the drawing of him you saw, but I made an entirely different looking, hand made one that said 'happy 20.. and for many more") He read that, and said, "for my 20th anniversary in theatre? thank you very much!" Then I said that I also sent (and gave) him some comics, which i dont know if he got. He said that he did, but all his fan mail is waiting for him in his house in wales, and he is going to read it when he is done with La Cage. Then the two women asked him to autograph some small piece of paper. I wanted him to sign my poster, but obviosly I knew he was in a hurry and didn't want to keep him (seriously, I didn't.). And he asked me if the card was for him to sign or keep, and I said, well of course to keep. And he asked me if I don't want anything signed. The poster was in my dress circle bag, which was in my bag. Which took me time to get out because i was pretty nervous (I was talking to a hurrying John Barrowman, you can't blame me!) but dear him, he waited patiently until the clumsy me got it out and then he took it out from the plastic cover (awww) and tried signing it, but my gold pen didnt want to be working (who can blame it, if I was in John hand, I would want to stay there as long as I can too!) and i mumbeled something like "its an israeli pen, it can't work well" (IDK why. I'm stoopid). but then he managed to get it to work, AND ASKED ME IF IT WAS OKAY. and THEN. THEN he saw it was still wet, and he saw I was turning to a puddle on the doorway, and he, DRIED IT. HE FOO-D AT IT UNTIL IT WAS DRY ENOUGH NOT TO SMEAR FOR ME. I MEAN. WHO DOES THIS. AND BEING LATE NO LESS. I MEAN, AWWWWWWWW.
I hope I thanked him. (my mother didn't raise a rude girl, yo.) I just can't remember at this second.
He was wearing a jump suit btw. and was not that much taller than me, I think. (well, he was taller than me for sure, but thats practically anyone who's over 11).
After that I ran to McDonalds at the strand to pee and to be alone with my very meaningfully signed poster.

I will continue this tomorrow. x

For my first video art project, I decided that I want to do me, and not an object. I can only photograph myself in a wig, and make up, when I am in a character which isn't me.
So I put on the wig and makeup, my mother's jewlery, glasses my only dress, red net pantyhose, one semi-high hill shoe, and one boot.
I got into the shower, and put the water on. They were freezing at first, and I panted because it was hard to stay still. It was almost like I was crying. Slowly the water got hot, and there was steam all over. It got too hot. I had to close the water. Then I continued until I wanted to finish and stood in front of the camera, with semi-makeup on. Feeling exposed.

(Sorry for the double entery, I just need to do it seperatly from regular enteries)

I never once since I got this journal, a year and a half ago made a massive f-cut here. And I'm not planning to start either, however, I hereby give you the opprotunity to f-cut me, for whateer reason that may be.
You don't have to explain. Just cut, and I'll cut you back (it sounds way more violent than it actually is).

So umm, yeah, not everyone is allowed to do this though. lol if your name is silent_snark, hughville, mad_carrie(and well, lets face it, ALOT OF OTHER people). you cannot participate. ever. :P

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Finally we reached the part about the concert! :D
I'm going to write in this post about the concert itself, and the pictures are going to come in two or three other posts (there are 162, I don't want to overload too much ;)) So sorry for the spam, and read the story because its, awesome too. ;)

( 'I want to get to Aruuundel' 'where?' 'look' 'oooh ArUndel' 'whatever.' )

Daniel Boys!
In day three. We shall do what's first, first.
( We start with day two, naturally. )

This entery is dedicated to the very special first day, in which I fell inlove with London.
Though a notepad I brought with me, I only wrote in it about day one. In a long long long entery, of which I don't think I want to copy in whole. (well I don't think YOU'D want it. ;)).



( Off we go. )