Today was good. :D

Today is one of the best days I've had in a while, I think. Saturdays are always pretty boring. I have to clean, and catch up on sleep. The latter happens to be one of my favorite things in the world, I'm certainly not complaining about that, but the former is such a pain. I usually put it off 'til Sunday and waste all day on the Internet. But not today. Oh no. My parents woke me at about ten with threats of a 'family hike'. Which happens to be one of my least favorite activities in the world. It's not so much the hiking as the time spent with five people who get on my nerves more than anyone else in this world, with the possible exception of some friends at school. The situation only got worse when I had to leave my iPod in the car.

You might be wondering why I said this was a good day, at this point. Not that going on a walk with my family is anything earth shattering. But it's not a bucket 'o fun either. It turns out that the walk was actually, dare I say it, fun, though. I ended up talking about attractive guys with my mother for most of the walk. Which proves to be endlessly amusing when she still crushes on the old Michael Jackson. Of course, I really can't ridicule her for having oddly feminine tastes any longer. It'd be really hypocritical. Oh well.

And then my day got even better. Because, when we arrived home, I was listening to Bella Morte on Youtube, and stumbled upon some comment saying that they were touring. This, of course, prompted me to hurry along to their website and see if this was, in fact, true. It was! They come to Virginia twice, but I'm going to the Springfield show. Yes, stalk all you like. You're not going to find me there. My mother worries that 'goth people with weapons' will come after me, and 'I'll be a victim of a mosh pit'. Which is sort of reasonable, I guess. Well, not the first one. My mother and her outdated stereotypes... but, at any rate, I got the tickets!! My father will be chaperoning me to prevent any attacks by them violent goths. Which is sort of a pain, but I don't know anyone else who likes them, and I can't see myself walking in there alone, honestly. I have a closet fear of goth people with weapons. Don't tell.

That's the best part of my day, right there. Getting the tickets, that is.

Worst part might have been quarreling over various things with everyone throughout the day. Nothing astronomically terrible happened. It was nice. And unusual.

So, yeah. My song addiction of the day appears to be torn between Unfamiliar by The Birthday Massacre, Tomorrow by Silverchair, and Find Forever Gone by Bella Morte. All three of them are beautiful.

That's about it.