I listen to songs on repeat too much. (And other such observations.)

Perhaps it's unhealthy. But I find it comforting, listening to the same melodies over and over again, lulling me. It's regular, and familiar, and I fall back into the arms of the notes and just drift...

Wow, music has way too much control over me. See that last paragraph.

Today was...interesting. I was able to sleep in, miraculously, and my parents took the day off, so it felt like a Saturday to me. (Which I guess is appropriate, considering this past Saturday felt like a Monday.) But what we did today was just... weird. At least the first thing. We drove out to Ramona (little country city much like mine, only much more emphasis on the 'country') to go to a cemetery. Not just any cemetery, but the cemetery where my dad's sister (I guess that would make her my aunt, eh?) is buried.

I'll need to provide a little backstory for this one. See, we don't talk to my dad's side of the family. Ever. Apparently on account of my grandmother being an absolute bitch and a bigot (my mom is Filipino). I've met a few of them, like my dad's great aunt and a few of his cousins, and I vaguely remember my uncle and grandparents from when I was really little, but aside from that, no dice. So this going to visit my aunt's grave (the first time since the funeral, apparently) was a big deal. I'm still not sure what to think of it all.

After that, we went home for a bit, then it was off the theaters for my brother's belated birthday present (he turned 10 the day before we left for Alaska, so everything was really hectic-crazy and we didn't have time for much else aside from a family dinner out.): Indiana Jones. Now, having seen the first 3 movies, yet not really remembering them since I haven't seen them in six years (aside from the first one, which we watched again a few weeks ago), I was a bit unsure about going to see it. That, and all the rumors that it was about aliens. Which it totally was.

Stupid George Lucas, get in the right movie already.

Nah, it was pretty good; it had its moments. Who can resist Harrison Ford in that outfit and hat? I sure can't. And I was pleasantly surprised with how good Shia LaBeouf was in the film and how well he played his role; to me, he will always be Louis Stevens from "Even Stevens". Anything outside of that is pushing it. I don't really like him much anymore because he is in so many movies, anyway, but he did a good job with this. He's matured as an actor, which I like to see.

.......Okay, so he looked really good in it, too. Happy?

All in all, not as good as the first three, naturally. But still decent in its own right. Of course, Harrison Ford was still the selling point for me. o.~

After that, it's your typical evening spent online and talking to people over instant messenger and Facebook, except one thing: I've finally managed to get my hands on a copy of Stephenie Meyer's The Host. It's pretty exciting stuff; I lucked out, what with the library backlog and me coming back from vacation working out so well together. I'm saving the reading for tomorrow, though; I figured it'd be best that I go to sleep tonight at some point before 1 am.

Which I am rapidly running out of time to do, considering it's 12:43 right now. I think I'd better leave it at this, then.

Hopefully tomorrow (today? whatever) will get me in an appropriately fangirly mood to gush about Forks for you all. =D Good night! Sleep tight, don't (do? hmm..... o.~) let the vampires bite.

p.s. Thank you, Morgan and Angie, for the comments last time. And Emma, on IM. I love you guys. <3