So I can't Super Hero for a while.

Yeah, sorry guys I can't come out a play. I'm grounded.

I know I'm too old to get grounded, but Mom says if I live under her roof I have to follow her rules. The fact that she made me move home has no bearing what so ever.

So I've been getting really bored, (Mom won't let me patrol at night) and although I usually wouldn't bother, today I did. There has been some mischief making around the old nieghborhood, and it turns out it was a group of little pre-teen hooligans. So, I decided, since I'm a superhero, I should stop these little buggers from terrorizing the nieghborhood, and maybe teach them that crime doesn't pay. Well, I may have gone a little too far, but Jimmy Schwartz's hair will all grow back eventually, even his eyebrows. So, I caught these little bastards in the act. They where shooting bottle rockets at wildlife. I kinda used my powers to give the bottle rockets a little more bang. Well I doubt those hooligans will cause trouble in the nieghborhood for a while.

My mom found out what I did, and thought I was being a bully, so she grounded me.

I really hate living at home. I think I'll be able to move back to A.S.S. HQ soon, but it will be at least another week, cause of the grounding and all.

Hiatus!

Ok, I'm taking another hiatus. This one will be short, I hope. Although this one is potentially more depressing than the last.

So, I moved back to my parents house. It sucks, but Mom heard about my Super-villainy, and pitched a fit. She is suprisingly strong for a small fifty-something year old. Maybe super-genes are passed down by the mother.

So, as punishment, and to keep an eye on me, my parents made me move back home, and they are making me do chores. I told them I'm a Big Boy, and that I'm a super-hero, and I can take care of myself. Nothin' doin. Maybe the worst thing is that they won't let me use my powers. Dad says doing things by hand "builds character". I say it builds blisters. Mom will break into random weeping fits ocassionally and she keeps repeating "where did I go wrong?"

Damn, this is depressing. I became a Super-hero to fight crime, be honored, and to get out of my parents house. The only upside is all the free food. It's nice to have Mom's cooking again.

Oh, and by the way, Thanks to LC,SK, and the Rev for helping me move some things.

Hey, I'm coming back soon, so don't make my room a Rumpus Room.