Ok, so I've been gone for awhile. Moving, cleaning, organizing, more cleaning, moving some more...get the picture?
Between all of this I saw The Dark Knight. Heath was brilliant. And that makes me sad--that this is the last thing I get to see him make a brilliant performance in :(
And this may be incredibly selfish to say, but why do the good actors die? Like, why can't Jessica Biel keel over or something? (I know, I'm horrible for saying that).
And then, that poses the question...what if only the most troubled of people make the best artists/musicians/actors? What if their sadness makes them great? A lot of greats die young.
However, I don't believe that Heath was always troubled. But he's been a great actor since he began. This is becoming a circular argument, I realize, and we'll never know what really happened with Heath. It just remains a sad subject, and that's all it can remain.
But I digress...
I'm acclimating to living my parents again. It will take some getting used to. It's not good or bad, just different. Also, I will be job hunting soon, and the bad economy is not giving me much hope...but I still have some!
Ok, I'm off to read your blogs now, then clean/organize my room. It is never ending!
