My Butt

The current state of my butt is unhappy. During an unfortunate soccer game yesterday , we lost, I decided it was best to hurt myself.

Here's how it went down.

I haven't been goalie in a long time... Hence being an ex-goalie... but I decided that my decision needed to be revisited.

Here is what I concluded: I now have a fist sized strawberry on the back of my left leg (near the butt so it might as well be my butt) and I pulled the right butt cheek entirely. I think I need to rethink pulling myself out of early retirement. My body feels old and decrepit.

So it hurts to walk. It hurts when my butt muscle flexes. It hurts when I wear clothes (which unfortunately I don't have any clean skirts left to wear). It REALLY hurt to take ballet today. It hurts to sit down.

Oh yeah, I didn't get enough sleep last night so I tend to whine.

But then we can trace the real root of the problem back to not having any coffee in at least... going on... nearing 12 hours.

I am starting to feel withdraw.

The Job Search

So here it goes. I meet today with the career center. I need a little help in my job searching, mainly because I am pin-pointing certain areas in the US I want to work in. I want to stay in the South... not too close to hurricane zones anymore. I have lived on the coast since I was 8 and it only takes one devastation to not want to do it again. It's not like Disney World (I wanna go on Space Mountain again!) No, it is more like getting a tooth pulled, without the pain killer.

Question: What should I do as a job with a Public Relations major, German and English-Writing minors? ... I currently work in a preschool and I film night classes here at my university, but I did intern at the Zoo here in NOLA. I feel very spaced out.

I need to focus.

This is important.

I need coffee.

If you are a long term reader, you know it's my liquid crack... (the blog entry explaining that was one of the accidental deleted.)

Going on a mission. I have 15 minutes to caffinate myself.

All of This for a Tire

It was Sunday when I found a leak in my front tire. This leak would have gone unnoticed, but I was down on all four washing my tires when I heard the "Hisssss." You never know these days with New Orleans, so fearing a snake I got up and ran a short distance. I know I looked stupid... I bet someone was watching me from their apartment window just having a good ole laugh.

When I didn't hear the noise any longer, I repeated my action and found there to be an air leak at the air gasket (is that even what it is called? PLEASE!!! I'm a girl, I don't know technical car terms.)

I'll bake you a cake, but I don't want to play with mechanical parts and get all nasty!

So anyway, it's not like I can fix a leak in my tire by myself, so I set out to get it fixed. Sam's was closed, Walmart was closed, Pep Boys eyed me up and down then said: "we are all booked up..." it was 6 hours until closing. Then they ended by saying, "You won't find anyone else open."

And this is the situation in New Orleans.

I was sick and it took me 6 to 7 hours to get my medication.

I had a leaky tire, I had to wait a day, skip two classes at school, wait for three hours, and am now sitting here feeling like my day was wasted.

I'll tell you what, being in this city right now makes you appreciate the small things you always take for granted. There is no such thing as a 24 hour Walmart and everything, but bars close by 9.

I miss my old New Orleans!