I saw the Phantom of the Opera

With Kelsey in San Francisco. I was so happy.

Of course, the guy that played the Phantom overacted, and Christine was rather old, but that's alright. I was able to imagine how it could be.

I was in the third row, so I could feel the heat of the explosions and stuff on my face. And the chandalier looked like it was going to fall on my head.

Afterwords, we went to hang out at her house, and I borrowed Guilty Pleasures, since I didn't remember anything that happened in that other than Nikolais and that she was a little bitch and Anita killed her and made Jean-Claude Master of the City. How convinient. And I borrowed Narcissus in Chains, have started it, and plan to read Cerilean Sins after this. God help me.

But I have excuses. 3 of them. Jean-Claude, Asher, and Jason. I really do like Jason, adorible little pervert that he is.

Ain't that wonderful.

RQotD; Damn... I'm too lazy to think up something clever. Fuck off.

Oh... I almost forgot. I am going to see Aida tonight. The musical, not the opera.