I wish I was joking. But I'm not. Clearly I have nothing better to do but think of this.

Not much to take pictures of this week, so words will have to suffice for this lil' update.

This week was relatively boring, minus the whole threat scare thing, which was of course nothing. I don't get people; if you want to get out of a midterm that badly, there is no reason to worry hundreds of other people, create trouble for the university, the police, and give CBC something to do. It's all so annoying and pointless. If someone is willing to go that far, well their karma is going to come back to them really quickly -- how about flunking out of uni because they can't even deal with midterms? Or dying in an actual hostage/bomb/fire/threat situation? Either way.

On Friday I decided to jump on Breakdown Britney's bandwagon and put my Chapters gift certificate to good use, as I made a special trip to buy Rolling Stone's newest issue. Lo and behold, stupid Chapters either did not get their stock out fast enough or they didn't get it at all, but they still had the old issue! I was saddened to say the least, as I had read the intro of the article and it promised journalism beyond a strung-together exposé of her latest and increasingly pathetic escapades. Later that night, however, someone had gratefully typed up the entire article and put it online. On this note I will divulge some (scintillated) wasted brain cells...

My feelings on Ms. Spears have been conflicted as of late. First of all, I hadn't lost complete faith in her up until sometime in the last 6 months. I don't know if that is incredibly naive of me based on, oh the past 4 years of her gradual unwinding, but whatever. For the most part I chalked up her much-documented craziness to her brilliance; was she actually smart enough to look all disgusting and dishevelled just so the paparazzi could run around and look like idiots?

Clearly she was capable of cleaning up well, during and post-Federline years. So I guess I was still under the impression that she was sane and not just sane, but saavy! Ever since she ditched KFed, however, something snapped despite the public's momentum to support her new found freedom and recovery to the svelte lip-syncing pop star we all knew her to be. Sure she was laughable as said identity, but at least it would have left her some room to breath from the tabloids. And yet she completely lost out on the cheering heard world-wide when the divorce news broke. Why? Because she broke.

I just can't process how she became such a mess and no one could help her. She has very clearly hit rock bottom a few times over. Why can't she see that? Why does help seem to ricochet off her bald head?! It isn't fair that the whole thing has to be photographed and videotaped just so everyone else can witness it too. If it pains me this much to see her fall further into a public coma, then can you imagine what the hell is going on in her head?! When the press is guessing how many months before she kicks the bucket, I think everything has gone too far and then some. The Rolling Stone article does a brilliant job of both legitimizing her craziness but also admitting how addicting her "truth" is. It's not just her past that can explain the degeneration, but it's her fault now too --drugs, partying, paranoia.

I just think that if there was some kind of publicly agreed upon deal to stop dogging her for a while and see what ends up happening, then Rolling Stone might get to write the best come-back story this century. It would be fabulous! If there is enough decency from Hollywood to salvage the damaged goods, no matter how much frappuchino covers said goods, there may just be a blue horizon beyond the Hills.