The greatest superhero (in training) who has ever lived

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( I'll provide the wind beneath your wings )

SPRING BREAK, WHOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!


Mom wants me to go to my dad's house and my dad wants me to go anywhere but his house, so you know what that means? Trouble.

[Private to Stella and Nate]

Hey, Mr. Head Boy, I've got a proposition for you. Stella and I are hanging out and we thought of a way to make a ton of money illegally over spring break. You in for a VEGAS TRIP?

I'm not one who likes to complain about anything all the time, but I've got to say that I hate spring. I know, I know. Birds are chirping, new life is growing...how could I hate spring? I'll tell you how. Allergies. My fucking allergies are always the worst in the spring and summer so if you see me curled into a sniffling puddle of mucus, you know why. My head already feels like I ran into a brick wall and I can't stop sneezing thanks to James so any tissues or sympathy would be greatly appreciated. My first allergy attack of the spring should pass in a couple days, but until this...I feel like crap.

Curses! My education and extracurriculars (and yes, I did use spell check on that) have taken over my life, preventing me from working on my side projects. BUT NO MORE, EVIL HOMEWORK! I'll defeat you and your wicked sidekick, Professor from Hell.

No, but seriously guys, this homework stuff is rough. I even had to pencil in time to hang out with Nate. Literally. With a PENCIL and PAPER. I freaking wrote it down, for real! Now I'm going to get back on track and I've been making some plans. I think I'm going to try my hand at parkour if I can convince my super crazy awesome captain to impart his knowledge and fearlessness with me. I've been youtubing some videos and I think I could totally pull it off.

...Girls totally dig that stuff, am I right?

[Private to Self and James]

Stage 1 of our plan is a go. Since I'm hanging out with Nate tonight, I'm going to try my convincing skills on him to see if he's game.
[/Private]

I woke up this morning and I've been turned into a CHICK. I'd be freaking out right about now except I'm a CHICK. I have BOOBS. I started yelling at myself in the morning, feeling all over and then I got turned on by myself and I haven't exactly had time to get freaked out again, if you know what I mean. I'm fucking HOT. Sure, I'm a pretty hairy girl, but I'm still a hot girl with boobs and lady parts. HOT lady parts.

...How do you real girls do it, though? It's HARD to get off as a girl. There's so many places and stuff.

[Private]
Nothing like getting a good start on the New Year than starting everything a day early. Given this past years' events, I've got to do something to keep a war to a minimum before people start to kill each other so there's not much time to waste.

I never thought my plans as a kid would actually come in handy now that I'm older but I've got to do something.


1) Find suitable recruits (list with powers/alliances/desire to do good/strengths/weaknesses)
2) Keep tabs on new recruits until deemed worthy to be told of the plan
2.1) Create mouse sized parachute for James to do spy work until helicopter is rewired
3) Convince new recruits that I'm not crazy and this is for real
4) Think of alternate identities
5) Plan and design costumes
6) Come up with a list of rules/commandment type things for everyone's code of conduct
7) Judge everyone's skill set and fitness level to train accordingly

[/Private]

Who all is ready for the soon-to-be best year EVER?

Here's to another semester at Idris! I don't want to have to bust out any of my super sweet new skills I've been honing over the school pause, so everyone, keep your tempers in check. Remember...feel the love or else you'll be feeling a TORNADO. I wish. For those of you who want to see my super crazy awesome stellar skills in action or want to see my new costume sketches (it's blue now) make sure to schedule in your time now. I've got places to go, people to see, so my time slots are filling up fast.

In other news...MY ROOM SMELLS LIKE CORNCHIPS. I don't why and I can't remember who lived in my room last year, but nasty, man. It's like a mildewy, cornchip and onion smell that I've been trying to air out for the last twenty minutes. Welcome back to you, too.