I still hadn’t fully acclimated to New Orleans when I moved here (even after 4 1/2 years), because you can take the girl out of Texas but you can’t take Texas out of the girl…especially when the girl is from a long line of “Daughters of the Republic”.

Now when I get up, everyday I see the downtown skyline over the view of the 101 from the balcony of My home, everyday there is atleast one time of day, if not two that I am known to go to Hollywood and Vine, I look out the window while at work and can see the Hollywood sign, and I can see the Capitol Records building…I walk over the names on tons of stars on the side walk everyday. I have been so busy with meeting people, working, advertising, and all the crap that goes into My personal and professional existance…

You know what I want to do when I find the time?
I want to go to the Body World exhibit, I want to go to the “Psychiatry Kills” exhibit. I want to go to all of the Theme parks. I want to have a chance and a budget to go to Syren and other stores in LA and really update My wardrobe. I want to go to the creepy sunken beach town that Jaymz told Me about, and the lake where he said all these murders happened during the gold rush. Hell, I would even go on those rediculous tours of Star homes (even though tour guides are usually full of shit). I want to head down the street to Ripley’s museum, the Guiness Museum and the Wax Museum. Maybe a pic-nic at the Hollywood sign.

There were so many places I never went to in New Orleans, so many cheesy tourist things that would have been fun but annoyed Me as a local.