Even though this year’s brief foray into humanitarianism was postponed, Paris still hopes to go to Rwanda, hopefully in the next year.

“We were supposed to be going in November, but then the charity is doing restructuring and figuring things out. It’s going to be for next year. I know (Rwanda) went through a lot of traumatic experiences, and I feel like if I go there, I can help save some people’s lives,” she said.

I just think it’s funny that “traumatic experience” is the same phrase she used to describe her jail stay for violating her DUI probation.

Let’s see:

The consequences of probation violation.

Genocide.

Yup. Pretty comparable.

Oh, what’s that you say?

She went as a sailor and Alice in Wonderland?

Oh.

Maybe she’ll break out that costume one of these days.

Proceeds from the sales of another totally unnecessary celebrity perfume will go to the Los Angeles Unified School District, to be directed toward the development of free after-school tutoring programs and expanded computer labs, with the goal of increasing the dismal high-school graduation rates of these promising youngsters, who are all too often doomed to a future of illiteracy, addiction and jail recidivism.

Except that’s totally not true.

But she is definitely adding a floor to her Malibu beach pad.

Her first venture into the world of humanitarianism has been postponed by the foundation organizing it.

“Due to the restructuring of the Playing for Good Foundation, the philanthropic trip to Rwanda that the foundation had previously planned with Paris Hilton has been postponed,” the organization said Thursday in a statement.

“Paris has been a loyal and gracious supporter of Playing For Good but the foundation has to regrettably reschedule this trip. Playing for Good would like to thank Ms. Hilton for her generosity and her continued support of this initiative and is looking forward to rescheduling the trip with her at a later time.”

Okay, Paris, so you can’t go to Africa. How about you take the days you were going to spend in Rwanda and dedicating them to helping all the poor, hungry and destitute in, ya know, Los Angeles? If it’ll make you feel better, you can even fly a helicopter in. There are plenty of people who need help right here in this country.

This will fuck your shit up if you’re tripping right now. (Also, please, stop doing expense reports.)

This is the trailer for Paris Hilton’s new movie, Repo! The Genetic Opera.

It looks like it sucks, but it looks like it sucks in that amazing, campy sort of way, like it’s the perfect thing to have on in the background while you’re playing quarters chandelier and doing shots in between your turns because you’re not good enough at quarters to get as drunk as you wanna get. Not that I have any personal experience with that. Anyway, if that’s what the director was going for, Paris Hilton was an ideal casting choice.

Homegirl gets booed at the Spike Scream Awards.

Mostly I’m bummed they didn’t throw things at her.

Par-Par showed up to host a night at Guvernment, a club in Toronto (where I believe she’s currently filming that Repo thing), dressed like a mariachi. Apparently they also let her name the club. “I want to call it Government!” she exclaimed. “G-U-V-E…”

Anyway, telling Paris Hilton that Toronto is in Mexico was a mean joke, you guys!

But if you’re going to play it, I hope you at least told her that “puta” means “beer” in Spanish.

Ugh.

What the fuck is this, Paris? It’s not like I expect brilliant fashion decisions out of you, but this is sad. Even for you, dear.

At a Rock & Republic party at Chateau Marmont Friday night.