I didn't get in a fight, but it still feels like I got my ass kicked.  I think I'm sick with something.  Or maybe sick of something.  Or just plain sick.  It doesn't really matter.  Today was one of those days where I felt like crap for every second of it.  Actually, there were a few minutes during a nice conversation with someone when I felt better. 

I hope I'm not sick when I see my parents this weekend.  I want them to see me actually do not horribly at the track meet.

I guess the best thing to do at this time is go to bed.  I have a rigorous abdominal workout to do in the morning.  At least I know that no matter how crappy I feel, my abs are going to look flippin' sweet someday.

Rejected!

Turns out that Amtrak doesn't have a train for me that will go from New London to Montreal.  Whatta bunch of jerks.  Actually, I blame New London.  Oh well, I'll find a way to get there before I graduate.

I wish I'd traveled more these past couple years.  Like to Chicago, Puerto Rico, Canada, multiple trips to Boston and NYC, and everywhere else.  I definitely want to try a trip to Europe after graduation.

I feel like getting in a fight and getting my ass kicked.  That's kind of unlike me.

I could kill for some Californian Mexican food.

So it's been awhile since I last wrote in this thing.  I wonder if anyone still does the whole xanga thing.  Everything seems to be so Myspacy.  Myspace is only good for sharing comments.  The blog part is too inconvenient.  First you have to look at someone's profile, then click on their blog entries, then read them.  Ugh, what a hassle.  I like this setup.  You almost have to read the blogs.  Especially when they have juicy little tidbits imbedded deep within them that an otherwise careless and expedient reader would skip over.

I attained a new height at pole vaulting today.  I got up to 9'6".  It's not very high, but it's one step closer to my goal of 10 feet.  Once I make ten, I'll be a smidge under halfway to making the new World Record.  I figure those last 10 feet will be cake compared to the first 10.  Here's a picture of me clearing 9 feet.  My form is horrible, but at least I managed to look at the camera.

Ona these days I'm gonna get it right.

I feel like running a marathon, or climbing a cliff face, or going SCUBA diving.  I feel so locked into things right now.  I'm going to take a random trip to Montreal.  Or at least research it...  amtrak.com, here I come

Today was community service day.  I got to go to an elementary school for many hours.  I worked for some of those hours.  Most of it was just trying to understand what the little kids were saying.  I hate to think that at some stage in my life I was that incoherent.  Actually, I was even more incoherent than they were, given my special condition.  I think it'd be kind of cool if some people had a daily quota on the amount of sound that they could emit from their mouths.  Not all people, just the ones who open their mouths to contribute to noise/language pollution.  It'd also be cool if the human body could regulate itself by connecting psychological maturity and sexual prowess.  That way, the less mature someone is, the less chance they have of having an accidental teen pregnanacy that could potentially put them at a serious disadvantage at a relatively early age.  And I want chloroplasts in my skin cells.  Ooh, and wings, and the ability to secrete sweat that makes me invisible.  I also want echo-location abilities and gills.  And maybe poisonous fangs and the ability to spin webs.  Yup, life would be pretty sweet.  "I say there, Monstrosity, can you tell me the times?"

I was planning on making this an entertaining xanga entry, but it's already too long for most people to read.  I know I usually see an entry like 50 lines long and just throw my hands up in disbelief.  So I'll just make up for the lack of entertaining by providing something much more entertaining than anything I could ever manifest: http://www.vandertramp.com/INTERNETDOWN/

Oh yeah, as promised, here's a picture of my concussion from last month:

I don't know what any of you think, but I think it raises my potential to be a male supermodel.

So here I am, sitting in my usual sittin' chair, listening to my new Conjure One CD, with my shins currently about 35ºF.  I decided that it's been a little too long since I've wrapped ice around my legs.  Or rather, it's because I'm plagued by shin splints.  It wasn't too bad today, thanks to the miracle of orthotics.  My legs can go much farther than they used to.  Ooo!  Time to take the ice off and allow my legs to come back to normal temperature.  I can't even feel them anymore.

Mmmm, much better.  I guess I should go take my shower now.  On a completely unrelated note:  Hi Nikki, Scott, Christa, John, Alexis, and other people who might by chance happen upon this.  I got to make asphalt concrete today and trust me when I tell you it was NOT the awesomest thing I've ever done!  It was so-so.  Good learning experience, I guess.