ha!
all i did was misspell "update" in www.livejournal.com/update.bml and this came up:
"Page Not Found
I'm sorry, you've reached a page that I cannot find. I'm really sorry about this. It's kind of embarassing. Here you are, the user, trying to get to a page on LiveJournal and I can't even serve it to you. What does that say about me? I'm just a webserver. My sole purpose in life is to serve you webpages and I can't even do that! I suck. Please don't be mad, I'll try harder. I promise! Who am I kidding? You're probably all like, "Man, LiveJournal's webserver sucks. It can't even get me where I want to go." I'm really sorry. Maybe it's my CPU...no that's ok...how bout my hard drives? Maybe. Where's my admin? I can't run self-diagnostics on myself. It's so boring in this datacenter. It's the same thing everyday. Oh man, I'm so lonely. I'm really sorry about rambling about myself, I'm selfish. I think I'm going to go cut my ethernet cables. I hope you get to the page you're looking for...goodbye cruel world!"
i love livejournal!
this entry should not have begun this way. i was going to say something else, but i'm not really sure what; i was quite positive it would come to me as i opened the page. but. i was listening to music as i bike-rode home from target today [i had some errands!] and i was listening to the 5 songs i've bought from Itunes so far...and i think that it is so refreshing to enjoy pop music once in awhile. i had so much FUN. just listening to music. usually music is calming or exhilarating or familiar or something similar to that, but listening to ridin' dirty or ms. new booty or get low is just unbeatable. i was laughing because of the catchiness and the silliness and the good beat of the music. i love hip-hop for what it is, and i'm glad it's there. i was dancing on my bike. ah, man. makes it better being in big sunglasses, as well. though i've been called a bug [tony], jackie kennedy [my mom and dad, without knowing that the other one said it] and some other old film star.
blahblahblahblahblah
i can't write anymore
i tried about a week ago, with sigur ros on. i used to have the largest depths of inspiration at my fingertips, I DON'T KNOW WHERE THEY CAME FROM, but i could extract the exact feeling, the exact touch that i needed in order to write from them. have i become less emotional? i guess that i am at such a lull in my life right now...i have a really stable set of friends, i guess, and not too many new people; the past was full of meddling with other friend groups and watching everyone else be in their place and not sure about where mine was, but now i have a place [at least superficially [but not in a bad way]] to stand and i feel like my teenage drama peaked awhile ago and will just ebb from here until i hit college.
what a tangent.
i used to write pages and pages of beautiful words, whatever they meant, i know they meant something, and i used so many ill-placed metaphors but it really didn't matter because they stood for what i needed them to stand for. now i can't get any of my words to work the way that i want them to work. i need to GET OUT or SOMETHING. god.
yet i'm also perfectly complacent while watching Next when i come home from school.
i hate summer school. i hate health. the kids don't think a centimeter beyond anything; they are kids who, when watching Super Size Me, say "oh my god i hate her so much" as they watched morgan spurlock's girlfriend explain her strong vegan beliefs and how she didn't think her boyfriend should be harming his body the way he was. and i've learned everything before, in gym or in 6th grade or from my mom. blahblahblahblah
i feel so COOPED. but i have no desire to do anything. i am so tired and mentally exhausted from sitting in the same place and dulling my mind for so long each day that i sit in front of the tv and don't want to think or move or call someone up.
i am retreating back into what i strove to grow away from this summer.
god
i wanted to write a SONG
.
i make a huge deal out of everything, at this time of night, and i get really caught up.
one thing i have been enjoying is driving with my dad around twilight so often. driving is something new and something that i'm being forced to do and something that is an individual achievement and it's just about the only individual achievement i lean towards these days.
it is all my fault and it is just me being lazy. i know i know i know i know and i am wasting my summer. i will never get these days back. which is what scares me and somehow simultaneously fails to motivate me.
yeah, goodnight.
"Page Not Found
I'm sorry, you've reached a page that I cannot find. I'm really sorry about this. It's kind of embarassing. Here you are, the user, trying to get to a page on LiveJournal and I can't even serve it to you. What does that say about me? I'm just a webserver. My sole purpose in life is to serve you webpages and I can't even do that! I suck. Please don't be mad, I'll try harder. I promise! Who am I kidding? You're probably all like, "Man, LiveJournal's webserver sucks. It can't even get me where I want to go." I'm really sorry. Maybe it's my CPU...no that's ok...how bout my hard drives? Maybe. Where's my admin? I can't run self-diagnostics on myself. It's so boring in this datacenter. It's the same thing everyday. Oh man, I'm so lonely. I'm really sorry about rambling about myself, I'm selfish. I think I'm going to go cut my ethernet cables. I hope you get to the page you're looking for...goodbye cruel world!"
i love livejournal!
this entry should not have begun this way. i was going to say something else, but i'm not really sure what; i was quite positive it would come to me as i opened the page. but. i was listening to music as i bike-rode home from target today [i had some errands!] and i was listening to the 5 songs i've bought from Itunes so far...and i think that it is so refreshing to enjoy pop music once in awhile. i had so much FUN. just listening to music. usually music is calming or exhilarating or familiar or something similar to that, but listening to ridin' dirty or ms. new booty or get low is just unbeatable. i was laughing because of the catchiness and the silliness and the good beat of the music. i love hip-hop for what it is, and i'm glad it's there. i was dancing on my bike. ah, man. makes it better being in big sunglasses, as well. though i've been called a bug [tony], jackie kennedy [my mom and dad, without knowing that the other one said it] and some other old film star.
blahblahblahblahblah
i can't write anymore
i tried about a week ago, with sigur ros on. i used to have the largest depths of inspiration at my fingertips, I DON'T KNOW WHERE THEY CAME FROM, but i could extract the exact feeling, the exact touch that i needed in order to write from them. have i become less emotional? i guess that i am at such a lull in my life right now...i have a really stable set of friends, i guess, and not too many new people; the past was full of meddling with other friend groups and watching everyone else be in their place and not sure about where mine was, but now i have a place [at least superficially [but not in a bad way]] to stand and i feel like my teenage drama peaked awhile ago and will just ebb from here until i hit college.
what a tangent.
i used to write pages and pages of beautiful words, whatever they meant, i know they meant something, and i used so many ill-placed metaphors but it really didn't matter because they stood for what i needed them to stand for. now i can't get any of my words to work the way that i want them to work. i need to GET OUT or SOMETHING. god.
yet i'm also perfectly complacent while watching Next when i come home from school.
i hate summer school. i hate health. the kids don't think a centimeter beyond anything; they are kids who, when watching Super Size Me, say "oh my god i hate her so much" as they watched morgan spurlock's girlfriend explain her strong vegan beliefs and how she didn't think her boyfriend should be harming his body the way he was. and i've learned everything before, in gym or in 6th grade or from my mom. blahblahblahblah
i feel so COOPED. but i have no desire to do anything. i am so tired and mentally exhausted from sitting in the same place and dulling my mind for so long each day that i sit in front of the tv and don't want to think or move or call someone up.
i am retreating back into what i strove to grow away from this summer.
god
i wanted to write a SONG
.
i make a huge deal out of everything, at this time of night, and i get really caught up.
one thing i have been enjoying is driving with my dad around twilight so often. driving is something new and something that i'm being forced to do and something that is an individual achievement and it's just about the only individual achievement i lean towards these days.
it is all my fault and it is just me being lazy. i know i know i know i know and i am wasting my summer. i will never get these days back. which is what scares me and somehow simultaneously fails to motivate me.
yeah, goodnight.