Monday, 7:57 p.m.   Superman's Dead Almost-Everyone's Favourite superhero, Superman, has died. Chris Reeves Died sometime recently (today I think), so says my daddy. That's kind of sad. And so I'm singing "Superman's Dead" by Our Lady Peace in honour of him. *moment of silence after song* Once this moment of silence is over, I'm going to shovel food into my face again, and probably forget about the whole thing. All that matters is that my growling belly be soothed by food. Although it is food that will likely give me indigestion later (damn all the spices and oils and fats in chinese food), it is tasty, and it will do the trick. Caleb came over at 4, and we went to Ferrier Park to make daisy chains and blow bubbles. Unfortunately, since he jogged, the bubbles got so shaken up that they were useless at forming that magic soap film on the open end of the bubble wand, and so we couldn't blow bubbles. So we just had an almost-nap in the park. And then, once we realised we were in public, we decided to go back to my house and try to work out the next level of The Game. We couldn't, though. And Daddy wanted to watch "According to Jim" which is a horrible sitcom. But he helped me with my maths homework. And I was in my room digging through my backpack for a pen, some paper, and my maths book, and he came in after me, and one of my bras was just lying on the floor. Hmm. I hope he didn't see that...He mocked me for having a "messy" room, though. And I guess since he leaves his boxers on the floor of his room, one of my bras wouldn't be that bad. = Anyway. He's so awesome, he made kinemathematics easy. Maybe I will do well on the test tomorrow! Yussssss. Stupid MSN is being pooey and won't let me talk to anyone. Saturday we might have his house to ourselves. we can pretend to be married ( we are engaged, after all ) and read the paper and watch tv and cuddle by the fire. I wish that, when people got married, that euphoric stage at the beginning, when they're so in love, and they're so affectionate, and they're always touching and holding hands, and they have sex every night (and sometimes in the morning), never ended. I wish that it would go on forever, the world would be a happier place and there would be fewer broken marriages, i guess. Euphoria is a good thing to have. People should never stop holding hands. We discussed why it is that people close their eyes when kissing and couldn't come up with a good reason. Maybe it's rude to stare? But we stare at each other all the time. Maybe it's because it's easier that way to get Lost in the Moment that way? We tried kissing with our eyes open and it was so weird. Not necessarily in a bad way, but still. Weird.