h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Ok, boredom has set in. It's 3.30am and I can't sleep and it makes sense to enter into the wonderful Guide (or something like that).

First of all, it never struck me that chicken fried chicken and chicken fried steak was unknown around the world (yet, it doesn't strike me as odd now that I think about it.) Chances are I'll make an entry about it sooner or later, maybe tonite after I finish claifying on the whole subject of grits. (Yippie! The world actually wants to know about this stuff.)

In other news... My boyfriend and my entire household (sans Beth) is currently over at Carl's house down to road playing Dungeons and Dragons. There's nothing more entertaining watching a room full of 20-year-old males (and one chick, Erin) 'running around' with axes, swords, and magic, killing dragons and such. Don't get me wrong, I'm not making fun of D&D since I play myself, but it's my bf is the DM and I prefer to stay out of the way. The next time Buddha takes up his game, I'll be more than happy to play, but Jason has a tendancy to make things harder for his girlfriend without meaning to in the game. Since they've been at this all day, Carl's girlfriend (Renee) and I have taken to sunning on the roof of her house (two houses down) and chatting about whatever came up. (and watching the cars give us odd looks as they go by at the two girls on the roof on towels and in bathing suits)

Currenly, the neighbours above me have taken to playing VERY LOUD Eminem at the moment. Let me tell you, there's nothing like the thump-thump-thumpty-thump-thump of the bass of their speakers coming thru the ceiling. :/ (I'm not going to say anything, though, cause I have my moments of loud music when I feel like it, just not at nearly 4am. Maybe I'll be the evil neighbour tomorrow nite/Thursday morning and play something obnoxious like Meatloaf or some techno music (both of which I'm fond of). Ooooooh... Goo Goo Dolls would do nicely, or some Smashing Pumpkins.

The bonus of this apartment, though, is that while it's 95 degrees F outside in the day, it's nice and cool down here...

My other set of neighbours in Apartment C (I live in an old fraternity house, formerly owned by the Sigma Pi's that has been turned into apartments. Apt A is above us, Apt C is next door [the house is in an 'L' shape], Apt B is only over my bedroom and the bathroom area, and I live in the basement apartment D) are all in bed as far as I know, save for Daniel, who's stoned with the two nasty, trailor trash burnouts that live down the street. I don't mind the idea that he's been smoking pot (since I do on occasion), however, he does it entirely too often and is to the point of working himself into a first class burnout. I've tried to tell him that he smokes entirly too much every evening, but he won't listen... *shrug* There's no use in talking to him, it's like talking to a brick wall... (and since he's not the brightest crayon in the box, I doubt it'll ever ring in thru that thick skull of his that he's flushing his life down the crapper until it's too late)

Also, this year is the year of locuses, and my God, are they all over the place. Once you realize it's ok to get rid of some of them since that for everyone you kill, there are five million more eating the trees alive and getting in your house. I've been flicking them and stuff across the yard, or flushing them down the toilet. You can't win, so you might as well try to get even. I wish they'd hurry up and mate and die...

Eh well... No work until Saturday, so all is good. More sleep for me.