...Bango, bingo? Really? Ira Gershwin, you suck.

John (gayboy lead singer at school) was nice enough to call me and tell me rehearsal was moved back to 8pm, so I got to sleep extra long this afternoon. Thank god.

I fail at life.

but... mainly, at the moment... Heath Ledger's dead.  Y'know, I mean, I wasn't a huge fan, and it's mostly just hitting me 'cause it's so soon after Jared and he's a blond young looking type like Jared was.  And that it was an overdose, but apparently not a suicide.

And... well.

*Sighs* Well, I was planning my arranged!marriage storything earlier anyway. So that... makes me feel... somewhat better, I guess. Not really. But I can pretend it does.

Weirdest fucking year.

 EDIT: "I watched him even then as he fell, his face undefeated, his eyes still proud[...] the Morningstar."

Fucking hell, Gaiman. Why do you kill me? Just... agh. And the only blood, and... WHY?! AAAACH. Just... gods above, that thing just about stopped my heart.

So I have associations--so screw me.  But... Valar preserve me.  That line just... it just about stopped my heart.

I feel useless.