aaaaah!

so this weekend was fun. but i wish i was 21.. so i could actually go out when people are in town. i'm sick of frat parties, really.

and of watermelon calling.

he called more the last two days than ever before -- and at really, REALLY unusual times. usually his calling sprees are in the evening.. between 4 and 10. but yesterday, he called alllll day. and then -- much to my surprise -- alllll night.

3:03 PM
3:04 PM
5:26 PM
5:27 PM
5:30 PM
8:59 PM
9:26 PM
12:11 AM
12:13 AM
1:30 AM
1:34 AM
1:35 AM
1:35 AM
4:43 AM
4:49 AM
8:23 AM
8:26 AM
11:18 AM
11:35 AM
11:37 AM
11:47 AM
11:48 AM
11:49 AM
11:49 AM
11:54 AM

IM GOING INSANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At one point, I was on the phone with Crafty (yay!), and he proceeded to call three times. Another time, I was talking to Cory -- and he called four times.

I don't get it. WHAT IS SETTING HIM OFF?

I can't turn my phone off, especially at night, because I use it as an alarm. And it's his mom's phone (yeah.. she lets him go nuts sometimes.. its really frustrating), so I can't call her to get him to stop. So i'm thinking about going over there later if it doesn't slow down. I can't get work done. And if I'm on the phone, he's beeping in the whole time. I just don't want to deal with his mother.

I've tried answering, but then he hangs up -- he knows hes in trouble. And he won't stay on long enough for me to try to talk him out of it.

ARGH.

Phew. Okay. Corey Smith, please.


When I was only seventeen, couldn't wait for twenty one
I'd hang around on Clayton Street in the bars there gettin' drunk
A baseball cap and a fake ID would get me in the clubs
Then I would dance with the college girls and lie about who I was
I'd say "I'm pre-Med. here at UGA, live on Milledge Avenue.
I was raised over in Buckhead, I drive a BMW."

I was breakin' hearts and takin' names and numbers just for fun.
Stealin' kisses wishin' I was twenty one.

When Thursdays came and pocket change would quickly disappear
Upstairs at Lowry's Tavern, we'd pay a nickel for every beer
Shootin' pool, smokin' cigarettes with a dizzy head and a grin
Four A.M. on a school night, still hangin' out with my friends
One hour's sleep on a dirty couch, no shower, off to school
Smellin' just like a brewery with a bad hangover too

The teachers all would hassle me: "Stay awake, pay attention"
I was catchin' hell, wishin' I was twenty one.

The youngest one of all my friends, I didn't act my age
Too cool for the football games and the homecoming parades

Now I look back and I have to smile, cause boy it was fun
Bein' seventeen, wishin' I was twenty one

Now I'm only twenty six, feelin' more like fourty three
My hairline's disappearing, and I never get ID'd
My clothes are out of fashion, no I'm not cool anymore
In the bed by ten o'clock each night, and up at half-past four
Still I go down to that college down when the Bulldogs play at home
I drink keg beer from a trash can til the whole damn thing is gone

Then I look at all those college girls so innocent and young
And I just check 'em out, and say "Damn... I wish I was twenty one"

Corey Smith


back to my ridiculous amount of homework... :-D