I'm Superman I have the T-shirt to prove it

I am not a morning person, not at all, or at least normally. This morning I felt like I was a to a small extent. It was not that I sprang out of bed and felt overjoyed at the thought of not being able to sleep any longer, I admire any person that can do that, if such a person in fact exists. But this morning felt different. I got up and heard that somebody in my house had beat me to the shower so I slowly got out of bed took my time waking up and then got in the shower when it was free. When I was finished I got dressed and had a feeling that I was Superman because I wore my Superman T-shirt underneath my sweater, so that if trouble broke out I would be ready. That T-shirt was a gift from my fiancé on our one year aniversery. She thinks I'm Superman, which is all the evidence that I need to believe it too. After I was dressed I said some prayers, had some juice and made my way up to campus, with the sounds of Braveheart ringing in my ears thanks to my mp3 player. I Looked around at the grey overcast sky, felt the cool bite to the air on my nose and imagined I was in Scotland with William Wallace ready on the battle field. This thought made me smile. I continued up to class with a quick stop off at the print center to print my homework. I opened the doors of the Academic Building to see my beauty smiling and waiting for me, and with Braveheart still ringing in my ears I kissed her. I felt as if I had just one the battle saved the princess and was enjoying a nice victory kiss after fighting a battle for Scotlands freedom. I felt like the luckiest man in the world. I am the luckiest man in the world, have you seen the woman that I am marrying? After having a wonderful good morning with my sweetheart I went on to class.

Unfortunately my day did not continue too well after that thanks to a splitting headache that I recieved compliments of the wonderful ever confused weather that we have been recieveing here, but I did not allow it to dampen my spirits. I continued on feeling like William Wallace in all but the length of my hair (which I can always change). I felt that I had personally accomplished something in that I did not let my feeling of being sick change my mood and outlook on the day but instead pressed on saying a few prayers along the way. It felt good and I just wanted to share that with you. After all Superman wouldn't let it get him down.