I'd have to say that New Orleans was by far the most amazing place I've ever been to. I don't think that any author has ever done it real justice. It was just beautiful and haunting all at the same time. Just the atmosphere itself felt really strange and different.

I honestly didn't want to leave. If I could have had a place of my own and a job there waiting for me... I don't think I would have. It was so easy to forget my life here in Arizona. Forget the stresses of living at home again. The stresses that came with moving to California and the people there that are making it difficult.

The people I went with are considering buying a house out there. It may not be for a long while, but I'd sure as hell jump in too. Why not?

I swear I hardly ate while I was there. I just lost interest in it completely. There was too many other things to do and see that all the necessities of living just became so trivial. They probably all think I've gone anorexic on them. I just wanted to be out and about the whole time.


But enough of that.

Other minor updates... continued the tattooing on my back, and am currently looking for a job. I desperately need one, but hopefully I get an interview after the tattoo heals. It just seems to get more and more itchy every day. I don't think I'd be too impressive if I were fidgeting around the entire time. Ha ha.