I have no idea what's gotten into Paris Hilton's mind these days, but it looks like she's going crazier by the day. Or maybe I shouldn't judge her too harshly. I mean, Paris is ultimately a normal girl I hear, if you ignore the fact that she's an occasionally deluded attention-seeker who believes the whole world revolves around her tiny brain and gigantic feet. But other than that, she's just a wonderful girl. I mean, you'll never see her walking down the street dressed in ridiculous-looking clothes, in the company of dubious people and begging for attention from the paparazzi. Right?

Not quite so. I mean, it's not as if she was acting like Hollywood's resident loony (and I'm talking here about Britney Spears). There were improvements. She wasn't wearing a top for a dress, she looked moderately clean on the outside and she managed not to flash her vagina, so I guess we can count ourselves lucky. But nevertheless, the attention- whoring Paris decided to use a different strategy to turn heads for all the wrong reasons. I'm just going to come out and say it, as there's no way you could possibly guess this: Paris, ladies and gents, stepped out in the company of a Buddhist monk.

No, it's not a typo and I haven't overdosed or decided to try on a little booze in the middle of the day. The former Hilton heiress was seen out and about together with an orange-robed monk sporting flowing gray hair. The unlikely (read that attention-seeking) pair hit a spiritual book shop and a luxury hotel among other places, and were later seen reading a book called "The Path to the Painted Shaman" together in a coffee shop, where the monk was later seen as "blessing" Paris. Later on, he also convinced her to give away a diamond necklace to a complete stranger, who - if she's got any sense at all - will dispose of it as soon as possible. Oh, and didn't anyone tell little Paris that any amount of prayers and blessings won't make the herpes go away? She's going to be so disappointed...