Heathy.

I'm kind of on a Heath Ledger binge lately, a little bit. Okay, a lotta bit. I know he's passed on, and everything, but I just think he is incredible. Maybe even more so now. When I found out his Golden Globe was going to his daughter, Matilda? I got a little weepy. She is the most adorable little girl, and she looks so much like him. I like to think he never would have overdosed had we been friends. I would have been able to sit with him and say, "Whoa, now, my man love, that'd be your sixth sleeping pill, you took one just a half an hour ago." And he'd be able to chuckle and tousle my hair and say, "Oh, I had forgotten. What would I do without you, you Greek Goddess?" Sigh. Because I know he didn't mean to overdose. It was an accident. A tragic, horrible accident, the kind which unfortunately, happen all the time in this day and age.

I can't really say what exactly brought it on. Perhaps the fact that I got to thinking, "Gee, its been a good while since I saw Heath Ledger in anything that didn't make me writhe with straight-up fear/mingled wistfulness. Maybe I should watch something other than Dark Knight, though it is undeniably the most incredible performance by Heath that I have ever seen." Thus it was, that I called up one of my favoritest comrades, Andrea, so that we could rendezvous and watch A Knight's Tale. Sure, its not the best piece of cinemetically stimulating film out there, but I just missed seeing Heath smile, you know. I don't know. So rendezvous we did. And the results were much larger than I could have anticipated.

First of all, I can now say that I am somewhat attracted to some blondes, which is sort of a step up for me. I've just always had this weird thing where I'm just not. Sorry, my bad. I just can't picture myself saying, "Woof, let me run my fingers through your goldeny locks of sun." If I have to get vainy, which I try not to ever do, (vain-y, not veiny.. ew. I definitely try not to be that..) I go for people with brown eyes. Naturally, that is often accompanied by brown hair. Just a fact of life really. I didn't make the rules, I just play by 'em. So sue me.

Anywhoooo. William Thatcher, yes. The answer is YES. You are blonde, you are headstrong, at times you are a big blonde baby, but I wish you were my big blonde baby, because the only thing I would spoon feed you is LOVE. E'ry day o' mah life.

Then, I was talking about how I love Heath and think he's super talented, and people would continuously bring up how they loved his singing in Ten Things I Hate About You. Well, shoot me in the kidney! I had never even heard of this delight. So I YouTubed it and watched the entire thing on YouTube. It was a modernized Taming of the Shrew! Well goodness me! There is nothing I love better than some good Shakespeare.. and what's this? It involves Heath Ledger? Singing? It was beautiful. I loved it. It made me wish Heath Ledger went to my high school. Made me wish he'd look at me like this:

Checking me out while getting talked into going out with me. That's what I would like.

Dancing around singing about how he couldn't take his eyes off of me.

Subconsciously falling for me.

Half looking at me, half not, filled with the guilt/pain of realization that he has fallen, oh so hard, for me.

I'm just saying. Look into his bottomless brown eyes and allow yourself to be Heath-haunted. And Brittany? Perhaps this can finally prove to that brown eyes? They win. They always win.
Oh, Heath. How I miss you, my sweet, sweet comrade.