oh, dear God. did i mention that my father is in a bluegrass band just now? and that he subjects everyone who comes anywhere near our house to a few selections? now, he's a pretty decent guitarist and his voice is inoffensive, but just imagine this: most of the o brother soundtrack, several times over, with no harmony. yeah, now try imagining that, and add in the fact that you are a fourteen-year-old girl who just traveled several thousand miles to have a "normal high school experience." fun, huh? or imagine you're me, and you've been hearing the same songs for the last, oh, say, 21 years of your life.

sometimes i fantasize about breaking his amp, or hiding all his picks.