I just got home from Chris' (where I had dinner and much ReGenesis after my course at our head office in town today).
MY COPY OF PRETTY. ODD. IS HERE.
*runs around in circles of 'omg so pretty' gleeeeeeeeeeeeeeee*
Also? If it wasn't the same night as the Chinese Community Centre dance (which is her favourite), my mum? Would totally be coming to Panic with us. \o/ It's possible this explains more about why I love the album than it does her, but I am amused and gratified all the same.
Also,
tshirtgirl is a superstar. And,
jezzabe, I hope you won't mind me being selfish and, um, opening this one now - yours should only be like a week behind it (since I worked out how to make the shipping a tad less outrageous the second time).
*runs around in circles flailing* And I picked the right size for the t shirt by sheer blind dumb chance, whoo!
ETA: Okay, wait. There's a second box. Which contains the second box set, my copy of Goodbye Blues (YAAAAAY), what... appears to be a spare and free copy of Pretty. Odd. (which, okay, eep, but I've given them like a hundred dollars all up for SHIPPING ALONE this year so I'm not questioning that one, heh), a bunch of exciting promo crap and a sticker and a completely different t shirt to the first box (which, um. Unexpected! Yet delightful! Yet throwing!
jezzabe, will email you later today/tomorrow, okay?)
Son of ETA: Cat's opinion: "NEW BOX;;!"