So Drill A Hole And Let It Out.

Okay, before you say anything (that is, if you're like me and talk to the computer... okay, you probably don't) I am aware that I haven't posted in over a month. Don't hate.

Anyway, as much as I thought summer vacation was supposed to be laid-back and carefree, it's been anything but - between summer theater and babysitting and trying to find time for all the friends here in the Burg that I've been neglecting, it's hard to remember when to eat, let alone sleep.

Not even kidding. I babysat for 50 hours last week. Which is actually a great deal, since it's not something I have to pay taxes on and therefore I'm making a lot of money. And the two girls I'm sitting for are actually old enough that they really don't need supervision, not that I'm complaining. Most of the gig is just me carting them around to their various softball games, tennis camps, or vacation bible schools. (Good thing I'm getting paid for gas, too.)

Anyway, the older girl has a tennis camp in Indy, and it's about a twenty minute drive with good traffic (which, if you know Indianapolis, does not exist.) So generally it takes between thirty and forty-five minutes to get there. On the way up, I turn on Air1, the Christian alternative radio station. It's nice because they play cool groups like Skillet and Thousand Foot Krutch, but I don't have to worry about the girls hearing something they shouldn't and me getting in trouble with their mom. But the trouble with Air1 is that they play the same songs OVER AND OVER.

So naturally on the way back I crank up X103 (rock and metal) or occasionally RadioNOW (although they play WAY too many commercials.) Anyway, on RadioNOW they've been playing this song called 'The Only Exception' by Paramore. And the first time I heard it I didn't pay much attention to the lyrics because I was driving behind some jerkface who was driving like twenty miles an hour - and I'm a very vocal driver. I get it from my daddy. :D

But the second or third time it came up I was like, 'wait, I've heard this before...' and started actually listening - and it's a really sweet song. It's about how Haley Williams (the singer) watched her parents' hearts break and never had much luck herself in love - so she promised she'd never write a love song, because real love doesn't exist.

But that's where the title of the song comes in - 'But darling, you are the only exception, you are the only exception...' etc.

Anyway, it's been stuck in my head for the past, like, week. Of course, if I say, 'I have this song stuck in my head,' my dad will promptly reply with 'So drill a hole and let it out.' (Hence the title of this post.) If I had a hole in my head for every song I've ever been addicted to, I wouldn't have a skull left. Which kind of made me think of those Cro-Magnon skulls the archaeologists found with the holes in them - holes that were apparently drilled while the people were still alive, and it didn't kill them.

Conclusion - my daddy is a Cro-Magnon witch doctor.

Muahahaha.