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♥ Tuesday, March 10, 2009

I watched Phantom of the Opera again. Aren't I amazing? Spending my spare time on something so productive, so wonderful, and exercising my lungs by singing out joyfully to the songs. With the volume maxed to the optimum on my com, it hardly seems so. I feel so joyful now, I just have to burst out into song.

LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALAAAAAAALAAAAAAAAAAA

(what am I talking about?)

Yes, so this may be the 7th.. 8th (?) time I'm watching this timeless movie! WHEE. And surprisingly so, I've only cried once during the movie at the part where Christine parts with Erik, and have never cried otherwise since then. But, I have no idea why, and it is highly unlikely that I am PMSing, but, I chose this particular time to cry during that same moment during the movie. Often I have tendencies of singing the part of Raoul and mocking him in my false gay voice (eg. During the part where he pleas for Christine to be freed at the end).

I'm sorry, it's just a case of late night joy and getting high.

Word Vomit♥
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