Sunday Night

I hate Sunday nights. I hate them with a burning passion deep in my soul.

Friday was a definite ten out of ten. I went to a Muse concert, and they are, in a word, awesome. Especially live. It just makes you appreciate their music on a whole other level. Matthew Bellamy is amazing. So, despite the fact that my already deteriorating voice was made worse by the constant second hand smoke, it was a pretty freaking awesome night.

Now it's Saturday night at almost ten o'clock and I've barely started on my homework. Where did those wonderful study habits I had at the beginning of the year go? I knew it was too good to be true. I guess I should be doing my English homework instead of typing in this useless blog. Oh well, when was I ever the good student? I disappoint myself sometimes.

P.S. My Sansa broke, and I'm not as much angry as I am sad, so if any of you lovely people would like to donate, I'm hereby establishing the Nicole An Sansa fund. A new model is coming out next month (and of course it breaks right between when the warranty expires and the new one comes out--they plan it, I swear. I mean, the warranty expired in the beginning of September and the new one comes out in October? They're out to get me.) so be generous!