I have recently come to believe that I may secretly be the She-Hulk. For those of you who don't know, She-Hulk, a.k.a. Jennifer Walters, is the crime-fighting cousin of the angry green hulk. If you are currently yelling, "NERD ALERT" at your computer screen, calm down, I only just wiki'd this info. Jeez.
Anyway, when Jennifer Walters gets stressed and angry, she turns into a nasty green giant (and not of the vegetable variety) and basically kicks ass. I'm not suggesting that I've been fighting hard crime in my spare time, mostly because my fights have all been with inanimate objects. But I am seriously concerned that I may have the inner hulk rage inside of me.
After cooking up a delicious cinnamon bun cake, I had to wait what felt like FOREVER to put it in a tupperware container. Cake takes way too long to cool down, just saying. So finally, after hours of waiting, I snatched a knife, cut' er up, and grabbed my favourite spatula to move the cake.
|Oh cinnamon cake, you are finally ready.|
|Are you kidding me right now?!|
One morning this week, after sleeping in late, I decided to wear a shirt that I got for Christmas for the first time. It is polka-dotty and awesome. It was, however, stupid wrinkled. After working out the wrinkles I discovered I had all of five minutes to get the rest of myself together. I ran for the bathroom, put in my contacts, and decided I'd do a simple up-do in my hair.
|With half the brush stuck in my hair, I angrily gave fists of death to the sky.|
In conclusion, I have decided that I either have extreme strength (which, judging by my inability to lift a ten pound weight above my head, is not the case), or I'm a superhero in disguise. Maybe I should call up Stan Lee? Avengers 2 here I come!!