I get to go see the American Idol tour concert this Friday. I get to see Adam Lambert kick booty - live. I mean, he's singing Zeppelin and Bowie and Muse, come on. He will tear that up live. Yes.

Anyway, moving on from my latest obsession, I figured it was time for a new journal entry since I haven't posted one in oh, say, two years.

Nervous about my Summer class. I'm taking Math 52 and it HAS to be completed this Summer - I'm graduating with my A.A. in a few months, and I can't do that if I don't have this ridiculous math class. Everyone, wish me luck. I mean, does anyone really care about factoring square roots in complex fractions and dividing and graphing? Survey says "nuh-uh."

I lied to my mother about this teeny, tiny thing and she confiscated my Buffy and Angel complete DVD collections. I feel like a little kid. But it's "her house, her rules." Well, hey - at least I get them back this Thursday.

I have Muse stuck in my head now. Hence, the title of this journal entry.