Dear Loyal Readers,
I'm quitting livejournal because it makes me angry.
I switched to xanga. Come on down to: http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=norahgolightly if y'all like.

Dear Loyal Readers,
I'm switching to xanga because LJ is making me mad.
You can read all my dirty little secrets there.

Amour,
Norah

I should really get another title.
I was Eleanor Rigby to the max.
Now I'm in looooooove.

(I'll tell you later)

Jeebus, it's about time I up and updated. How long has it been livejournal? Fifteen days? Valentine's Day (the worst and best) day of the year has come and gone and so has the due date of Mr. O'Grady's giant project. A little voice in the back of my mind is saying "Gosh, Mr. OG's ticked," but paranoia is part of my personality (as the myspace blog ( Read more... )

Soccer is in full swing, that is to say, we've got the ball rolling (no pun intended.)

My mom has to get on the computer, so I'll update later. GRRROWL. But hey, it's Pizza and American Idol night at the Sweeney's!

I must say LJ, it has been too long. Finals week is over, the year long project is turned in, and all is well. Now that finals are over, I'm floating in a kind of limbo state where I have no burdens, fears or doubts. I'll still have my usual ulcer-causing worries like men, Princeton, and what I'm wearing to school tomorrow; but those things can be ( Read more... )

Alright, I'll admit; I was a little frantic yesterday (when have I not been frantic?). I'm was paranoid and nervous and I really didn't know where to turn; I had a panic attack. Now that the Chemistry test is over, there's a small amount of weight of my shoulders; but by the end of tomorrow I'll certainly be right as rain because finals week will ( Read more... )

I decided to make a list of things that trouble me. Whenever I'm at a low point I list things. That's what I'm good at; making lists.

1. The Chemsitry final tomorrow
2. Dying alone
3. The year long project
4. Why I'm not revered when I work just as hard as everyone else
5. The Algebra 2 exam Thursday

I'm very tired; physically and emotionally. I'm sick of being talked down to like I'm some kind of 12 year old who doesn't know her asrse from third base. In Chemistry, it seems that now matter how hard I try I will never be up to par. I'm sick of being mediocre; I'd rather die than spend the rest of my life being mediocre. I didn't used to be ( Read more... )

Has been a while since I last laid eyes on you, my beloved LiveJournal. I'm afraid I have betrayed you for a real journal that requires a great deal more time and a very bad case of writer's cramp. But that diary's days are over, I enjoy your permanence and amount of time you take to get thoughts down. As though LJ is a living and breathing persont ( Read more... )