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.