It’s been awhile since my first post, but that’s only because I’m busy. Which is because I’m a super hero and that’s kind of what life is like when you’re a super hero. There’s no time to sleep, let alone blog.
But I think that this sort of thing—blogging—will be useful to me. As a super hero, I don’t get to vent. I don’t get to bare my soul to my lover and closest friends, mainly because I barely have those things. I’m sure that you’ve already learned this through Clark Kent, but being a super hero is actually not the most efficient way to nurture a healthy social life and I think that I need some sort of outlet to express myself through, if you don’t mind the stupid, overused concept. I’m going to have to find a way, amidst the mountainous piles of homework my teachers so love to assign and midnight runs to rescue irritating women with small dogs trapped inside their purses, to do this.
I think I should probably introduce myself. I am Super Tate. As you know, I am a super hero. And as you also know, I am going to be blogging my life. Starting now.
I’m sort of like Super Man, except I don’t have super strength most of the time, I’m not an alien (as far as I know), and my significant other knows exactly who I am. Also, I’m not a douche bag. And I’m a girl. Who is in high school. So I guess if you want to be picky, I’m not really like Super Man at all, but I thought it was a good start because we both wear capes, we both save The Good Citizens of the World from Terrible Fates and we are both ridiculously attractive (if girls who aren’t attractive at all is your thing).
It kind of sucks being a super hero, really. I sort of like to sleep in on the weekends and sometimes I like going to bed early and sometimes I actually don’t want to miss school because sometimes I like it when it’s easy to get good grades. It’s also not particularly pleasant to always have to be watching your back because your nemesis wants you dead (or your hand in marriage—I’ll explain later). Again, sleep: It is a good thing.
