Socialite/singer Paris Hilton has fired back at British funnyman Ricky Gervais for snubbing her on the upcoming season of his comedy show "Extras."

The hotel heiress has branded the comic genius too insecure to work with actresses of her caliber after her pleas to appear on the show, which has previously starred Ben Stiller, Samuel L. Jackson and Kate Winslet, were rebuffed.

She says, "I guess he's obviously scared of starring alongside an A-lister."

Ahhh, this made my day...I don't think I've laughed so much in ages...

(In case you didn't know, I have a deep-seated hatred for Paris Hilton after watching an episode of The Simple Life, on Aimee's recommendation. I just sat there staring at the screen in horror and incredulity.)

"Yea, and God said to Abraham, 'You will kill your son Isaac.' And Abraham said, 'I can't hear you, you'll have to speak into the microphone.' And God said, 'Oh, I'm sorry... is this better? Check... Check... Check... Jerry, pull the high end out, I'm still getting some hiss back here..."

Have I mentioned before that Seth McFarlane is a total genius?

Anyway, good, gooood day today. I got my French and German GCSE results back, and HURRAH, got an A in French and an A* in German. Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyy! Happyhappyhappy. Only ten more GCSEs next year, lots of A-Levels in the next two years and whoop-de-do, I'm done.

Urgh. Still, I'm now extremely glad I have two out of the way.

Must dash. Rosby out.

P.S. I love Jake G, I love him I love him I love him!

P.P.S. Sorry, moment of madness, there. Well, I was watching the Director's cut of Donnie Darko for the first time; I have an excuse!

P.P.P.S. Have you SEEN those eyes???

Ten films I would really like to see right now (in no particular order);

1) Good Night and Good Luck (it looks interesting).

2) Proof (because I have seen clips and Jake looks more gorgeous in it than I have ever seen him before. I'm talking possibly higher than Jack Twist. And that's saying a lot.)

3) Jarhead (for more or less the same reason).

4) The Godfather (just to see what the fuss is about).

5) Casablanca (ditto).

6) The Time Traveler's Wife (I know it hasn't been made yet, there are no actors confirmed in the lead roles etc but I'd still like to see what they do with it.)

7) Stewie Griffin: The Untold Story (OK, you got me.)

8) The Constant Gardener (why is it called The Constant Gardener, anyway?)

9) The Last Kiss (with our boy Zach Braff at the helm).

10) Crash (just to see whether it was deserving of that Oscar).


Although saying that, I'm not a firm believer in the award trade anyway. I mean, Brokeback Mountain didn't win best film Oscar. But so what? It's still a fantastic film, and I still love it, so who cares?

(But Jake G did win a Best Supporting Actor Bafta, which is brilliant anyway.)

*sigh* Ho hum...must skadoodle. I'd be surprised if anyone commented on this; 'tis pretty boring. But if you've seen any of the films on that list, comment and tell me if they're any good. Farewell...

Last night I had a nightmare where the Janitor from Scrubs stabbed me, then starting chasing me around carrying a large knife, whilst I struggled to climb out of the window to escape.

I never thought I'd say this, but I have to wein (sp?) myself off of the Scrubs...

Ah, there's something so lovely about being inside drinking soup and reading whilst a storm rages outside...dum de doo...

Anyway, I have a very interesting tidbit of news to report to you.

First off, I may be featured in an article in The Observer on microtia! Hahaaaaa! I've already had a woman ring me up and interview me over the phone, and they said they might print before and after pictures. Joyfulness!

(For the record, microtia is a very rare condition where an ear or ears are very distorted and weirdly-shaped on the outside, and a surgeon called David Gault has developed a way to fix them using a skin graft operation or two, and I had two operations on my right ear in 2004. And apparently people are interested in it because it's relatively new, and they wanted to talk to me because I'm one of the few who's had it done.)

So that's that. But it's not all.

Apparently, they want to put my name forward for a programme on surgery on ITV as well.

!!!!

I'm going to be on TV! Me! The curly-haired loon! Possibly. I don't know yet. But it's definitely lurking in the shadows; they called Dad today (I was still sleeping...well, it's August!) and asked permission to possibly use me for the programme, and he said I wouldn't mind.

So on on the one hand I'm excited, on the other hand, if I don't photograph well, I CERTAINLY won't look very appealing on screen. And plus I have a horrible voice as well. I think so, anway.

So...that's the news. It not *definitely definitely* happening yet, but I'll let you know if it comes to fruition.

Good grief, that was a loud thunderclap. Still raining furiously; I love watching it rain, does anyone else?

Anyway, better vamoose. Going swimming with the Chernobyl lot.

Rosby out and about and out.

Jake G forever.

"I swear to dizzy I'm not God!" *FLUMP*

It's here, it's here, it's here!

Dead Man's Chest, hurrah! And as expected, it's hilarious!

Peace out.

Somehow I get the feeling that there are only two people in this world who can watch their favourite films for the 500th time, talk to each other on MSN AND twitter on about their prospective Jacks, all at the same time.

And those two people are me and Anna:

Me in red, Anna in blue

Darn it, now he's being lured into gay activites with ugly-man-with-a-beard...and now the sodding film's stopped!

Then just *clean the disc* for God's sake!

Also, Anna's take on the whole Jack ranting ("I wish I knew how to quit you") scene, in MSN:

D}:< I LOVE YOU, DAMMIT!

GAY IS BAD BUT I DON'T CARE!

I LOVE YOU YOU UGLY UGLY MAN!

And:

Oh, now he's crying.

Aww. Poor Twisty McBrokegay...actually, I think Twisty McGayback sounds better, looking back.

In conjunction with:

My brilliance never ceases to amaze me. ...did I just quote Albus Dumbledore? Ah well, he's cool.

And my *very* important musings...

Why does Ennis refuse cake? Is he MAD???

And of course, Anna loves me:

Stay with meeee!

But my eyes hurt...

Well my heart hurts every time you leave!


Well, it's fun being an obsessive. Gotta go. Bye!

Oh dear; I may have recovered from an existential crisis but I think I'm going into a bit of a downward spiral now. Any kind of holiday does this to me; I snack too much, avoid doing homework if possible, go to bed too late and wake up too late.

But, you know, it's the holidays! I'm not really a massive eater during term-time, and I have to go to bed early otherwise I won't be able to get up in the morning, and as nice as it would be to stay in bed and skip Biology etc all together, I don't really have a choice. And plus, at my school there's not really any way you can avoid doing homework.

So why shouldn't I slum it a bit?

*sigh*...but now I feel silly and ashamed at being a couch potato.

...although I *have* been into town multiple times, and walked each time, two miles there and two miles back...

Well; I'm exactly half way through now; I've got three more weeks before I have to back to le college, and I need to be prepared. I need to get stationary, get a new bag, FINISH THAT HISTORY ESSAY AND THAT CHEMISTRY COURSEWORK, and go to bed earlier to get into a routine.

Oh God, Year eleven is going to be hideous, I just know it...even without the ridiculously massive amount of pressure the teachers at Pate's put on us. Urgh.

I get my French and German GCSE results in....twelve days time.

Oh dear.

Oh no.

*runs away in a panic and doesn't return*

Rented and watched Donnie Darko for the first time last night.

On the one hand; wow! It was absolutely incredible from start to finish, it really was. Loved it.

On the other hand; what???

...I think I need to watch it again.

Contining, very briefly, on the fangirl theme; I just realised something quite odd.

The Doctor - "My lonely angel."
Jack Twist - "...[Ennis] laid the ministering angel out on the wild columbine..."

Huh. Coincidence?

Also, I think I may have discovered the only picture in existence of Heath Ledger looking relatively normal:



Hmm. Obviously being in posession of some facial hair and changing out of those crap cowboy hats has done well for Cowboy Mark #2.

(Jake still looks better, though.)

Anyway, tomorrow I still STOP being fangirly and shallow and concentrate on more important things.

Just taking a couple of days out to drool; happens to the best of us.



(Though not over Heath Ledger, of course, despite him looking *slightly* attractive in that picture.)

Catch up soon!

May as well have one tiny fangirl post...

Thanks for all the useful advice, people! I've recovered somewhat now, and realised it was a bit heartless for me to mention Johnny Depp droolers as a bad thing, seeing as I'm into some pretty heavy drooling myself (although not over Johnny Depp, of course).

Speaking of which...

Ooohhhhh...*contented sigh*

I know, fangirl alert. I don't care.

Oh God...I can't think of what to say, now...



Works for me. Damn Heath Ledger. Not only does he get to snog Jake G MORE than once, he gets paid for it AND he doesn't actually mean it! Grrr...

Still, for two people not meaning it they have a hell of a lot of chemistry...the characters, that is.

Ciao!

Oh God. Dad has confirmed that I am indeed having some kind of existential crisis. And boy, is he right; I feel like I'm going mad.

Why do I exist? What's the point in me? Am I going to make any kind of difference? What kind of person am I; and why don't I know? Am I the *only* one who exists? Why does it feel like I'm standing still whilst everyone one else is revolving around watching Big Brother and drooling over Johnny Depp and going to their jobs at Woolworth's and...and....argh!

Does everyone else experience this? 'Cause if they have, they never mentioned how confused it makes you feel. I mean, Tash and Kat have never had any really deep thoughts like that (no offense to them - they do have their feet planted firmly on the ground), and no one seems to mention it. Is that what a mid-life crisis is?

GAGGHHHHH!

It just feels like the world is slowly deteriorating (is that spelt right) and that I'm the only one left who actually really *thinks*; who can spend an hour staring out of the window watching the sun go down and think about everything there is, or could be, or will be in the universe, right down to its core. And when I do that, don't laugh, but I feel that my thoughts, just my musings, could do anything; they're so strong they could tear apart or mend, or solve anything.

Oh God, I'm actually going crazy. I need guidance! I need adult guidance! Marie, Lisa, anybody, where are you? Help!