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[10 Mar 2003|08:48am] |
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So this is strange. I'm used to keeping my thoughts in notebooks -- big and small, paperback and hardback, any and all colors -- but all notebooks, for my eyes only. Sitting here typing into a journal on my laptop is new to me. I guess I'll get used to it. Maybe. Hopefully.
It's raining outside. Not a big thunderstorm, but just a gentle drizzle. How I love the rain. There's a lot more of it here than I grew up with in Texas. As a child nothing made me happier in the morning than discovering it rained overnight. I would stomp through as many puddles as possible on the way to the bus stop. I'd arrive at school completely drenched, but grinning from ear to ear.
I was once told that liking jazz, rain, the color blue, and coffeehouses makes me a melancholy person by default. I beg to differ. It might make me a quiet, thoughtful person, but melancholy I am not. Though everyone seems to assume me to be.
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[09 Mar 2003|02:43pm] |
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Coldplay Trouble |
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I have no idea what to say here.
Hi?
I'm Norah. Reluctant star of the century.
I made an AIM name. painted Norah. I'm not on right now but maybe I'll catch some of you later.
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