Then the word of the LORD came to me, saying: “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you; Before you were born I sanctified you . . .”
— Jeremiah 1:4-5 (NKJV)
This blog, from the very start, from before I even opened a Blogger account, has had as its unreal muse Mischa Barton.
The shadow on the analemma, the bound shape against the infinite, was and is the shadow of Mischa Barton.
Mischa Barton, Mischa Barton
Don’t you fucking die, Mischa Barton.Do not let this haunting photo that appeared on your blog just weeks ago be a picture of you waving goodbye.
Don’t you fucking die, Mischa Barton.
Mischa Barton hospitalized under psych hold
Mischa Barton apparently made a lot of Hollywood people angry when she pretended to be something very different from the Mischa Barton Hollywood people frequently saw:
People think I'm part of that whole Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan set and it's frustrating. I'm not like that; I have a pretty normal life. People always seem to write lots of untrue things about me. I've just learned to laugh at it and move on. I also surround myself with people who are nothing like the Hollywood set - my family are really intelligent and academic, so they keep me grounded no matter what.
But people in Hollywood saw this Mischa Barton:
Despite a drunken driving bust and court-ordered rehab classes, Mischa Barton was spotted drinking herself into a stupor at a trendy Hollywood bar. The 22-year-old former “O.C.” star passed out after downing at least six glasses of wine at the Green Door on Aug. 12, eyewitnesses tell the Enquirer. And her boyfriend Taylor Locke, a guitarist for the rock group Rooney, got so mad that he ditched her, insiders say.
“Mischa and Taylor were at a table on the patio with several friends,” an eyewitness told The Enquirer. “She was chain-smoking and enjoying a glass of white wine, which, over the course of two hours, was followed by at least five more. Her speech became more slurred with each drink, and her head began falling onto Taylor’s chest.
“At one point, she tried to move from her chair to a nearby couch, but stumbled headfirst into the couch. Taylor was mortified! He snapped at her, ‘Mischa, come on! You’re making a fool of yourself. People can see how drunk you are.’ He demanded that she stop drinking, but she only mumbled incoherently.” Disgusted, 24-year-old Taylor stormed off to the inside bar where he hid from her, eyewitnesses revealed.
According to the Enquirer after a while when Mischa realized Taylor had ditched her, she tried to find him but ended up stumbling and falling into two girls ahead of her. Needless to say, she didn’t get far.
None of us are what we think we are.
None of us are what others think we are.
We are all what God sanctified and formed before we were even born.
It takes a whole long lifetime for all of us to even start to figure out what God sanctified and formed when He made us.
A whole long lifetime.
Please. Use up every fucking year, day, hour and second of the whole long lifetime God gave you. Please.
Please.
Don’t you fucking die, Mischa Barton.
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