Yep ... that ear drum-shattering, wall-shaking THUD(!) you heard earlier today was me --- falling over from shock, surprise, and sheer amazement.
That's right. My prodigal cel ... the little bit of celluloid goodness for which I have been waiting for a bit over a month now ... finally arrived! You can't even begin to imagine how shocked and surprised I was when it showed up on my doorstep this morning, courtesy of my friendly postal carrier.
I'm not sure how pathetic this makes me ... but, after compulsively checking the status of this package for the last eight days and getting no other response from the USPS website except that the shipper had notified them to "expect" my package for shipping at some point in the near future, I recognized the tracking number on the mailing label right away. OK ... so, perhaps I do know that this fact makes me incredibly pathetic. Or, perhaps I just do not care. Perhaps, I'm more than willing to wallow in the "pathetic-ness" of my silly, fangirl existence because it means my prodigal package is finally home with me.
Anyhow, although I recognized the tracking number almost immediately, I still refused to believe this was actually the package for which I had been waiting all this time. I think I was too afraid of the bitter sting of disappointment I knew would wash over me if, by some off chance, that turned out to be the case. So, I told myself I was mistaken. I told myself this couldn't possibly be my "missing" package. I told myself these things the whole time I pried off the tape and opened the box with shaking hands.
And, when I finally managed to (oh-so-carefully) pry the cel out of its packing material ... when I finally got my first, in-person, look at the cel I thought I would never see ... well, I'm not ashamed to admit it --- I felt like shedding a few tears of joy and gratitude. It's not often I get that choked up over a cel. I mean, yes, I love my celluloid darlings ... but actual tears are rare. It's only happened two other times, not counting this one. But, this little cel is special to me because of the twisted, tortured path it travelled in coming into my possession. I had been a bit worried that this whole, rather bad experience would cause me to dislike the cel ... but, in fact, I think I love it even more because of all the trouble I had to go through in order to get it. Plus, it's from one of my very favorite Card Captor Sakura scenes ... so that always helps with the "love factor".
Let's see ... in other news ...
My super early Christmas present arrived late last night --- a new desktop, courtesy of my wonderful and loving hubby, who, I think, finally got tired of hearing me whine about all the strange things my old computer was doing. He found what he considered a really wonderful deal, which is why I'm having Christmas in October right now. I am rather dreading the task of moving all my files and such --- all the digital flotsam and jetsam that seems to make up the bulk of my life --- over to the new machine. I have a feeling it will take a few days to get it done. But, in the end, no matter how much trouble it is, it'll be worth it. I'm so looking forward to using the new computer ... and I'm especially looking forward to doing some serious anime watching on the new, 24-inch flatscreen monitor that came with it! I'm going to be in otaku heaven with that thing. I just might end up spending all my time sitting on my big butt in front of the computer.
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Oh, wait ... I think I already do that. >_<
And, the only other super-exciting thing going on for me at the moment is the U2 concert. After racing to get tickets when they first went on sale, and, then, months of waiting for the concert date to roll around, we are finally heading out to Philadelphia on Monday to see U2 in concert! I am so excited, and can hardly wait. This will be my very first time seeing them in concert, so I hope it's a really great show.