The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my mind.

And quite honestly, who wouldn't want that Phantom (that one. Right up there. Not Michael Crawford.) inside their mind when he leads you down a romantic-looking tunnel with that smolder on his face, singing with the voice of a god, then taking you on a romantic boat ride while calling you his angel, and then asking you to help him make the music of the night? *swoon*

Yeah. I might be obsessed right now. But who cares? I certainly don't.

Over the weekend, I watched The Phantom of the Opera with my sisters and dad. Ever since then, I've had the soundtrack stuck in my head (I even bought it...and have been listening to it non-stop since then). And proceeded to post videos of my favorite songs from the movie ("The Point of No Return" and "All I Ask of You") on Facebook. And think of the songs (and Gerard...) even when the music isn't playing (aka during class. When I should be paying attention.).

And may or may not have been fantasizing of Gerard Butler singing to me. But come on. EVERY girl on this planet has done that at least once before.

Also, I decided that if a guy sang "All I Ask of You" to me with a smooth voice like Patrick Wilson's, I just might have to marry him.

Anyway...

Eventually, my obsession with this movie/music will subside and I'll get back to "the real world." But for now, I shall continue to stare at the picture below and continue listening to "The Point of No Return" on repeat.