Things are shaping up to be Pretty. Odd.
Dear Panic at the Disco,
Boys, I have WORK to do. Like, a lot of it. Leaking your album was probably the meanest thing you could have done right now. Which is not to say that I am not listening to it right at this very moment, because I am. I'm very excited. I just want to voice my disappointment that none of my work will be getting done now.
Having said that, HOMG. BOYS, I APPROVE. I APPROVE SO HARD. \o/
Love, me.
(PS IS IT MAY YET?)
(PPS IS SPENCER SINGING? WHERE IS HE, AIDAN?)
Now, I need my new Hush Sound CD to show up (which could get sticky, since I forgot the Dickinson College part of my address, ooooops) and I will be a happy camper, until the actual disc of Pretty. Odd. gets here, in which case I will be flailing like an idiot. More than I already am. Again, ooooooops.
Box of Terror presentation went fine, but I have two papers due next week (one of which is on a 300 page book I haven't started yet), and other huge papers and projects and readings. None of which I want to do. Goddammit.
So, to conclude: I have lost my work ethic; I have sold my soul to Panic and have NO SHAME LEFT ANYWHERE AT ALL, CHRIST; and I am pretty much doomed. Sweeeeeeeeeeeet.
Boys, I have WORK to do. Like, a lot of it. Leaking your album was probably the meanest thing you could have done right now. Which is not to say that I am not listening to it right at this very moment, because I am. I'm very excited. I just want to voice my disappointment that none of my work will be getting done now.
Having said that, HOMG. BOYS, I APPROVE. I APPROVE SO HARD. \o/
Love, me.
(PS IS IT MAY YET?)
(PPS IS SPENCER SINGING? WHERE IS HE, AIDAN?)
Now, I need my new Hush Sound CD to show up (which could get sticky, since I forgot the Dickinson College part of my address, ooooops) and I will be a happy camper, until the actual disc of Pretty. Odd. gets here, in which case I will be flailing like an idiot. More than I already am. Again, ooooooops.
Box of Terror presentation went fine, but I have two papers due next week (one of which is on a 300 page book I haven't started yet), and other huge papers and projects and readings. None of which I want to do. Goddammit.
So, to conclude: I have lost my work ethic; I have sold my soul to Panic and have NO SHAME LEFT ANYWHERE AT ALL, CHRIST; and I am pretty much doomed. Sweeeeeeeeeeeet.