Mischa Barton arriving to the Marc Jacobs show at Fashion Week in New York (9/14)

Just kidding. She's still Britney Spears-level crazy. Which I guess is to be expected from someone who was committed just two months ago. From the New York Post:

Mischa Barton seemed to have trouble orienting herself at the G-star after-party at the Bowery Hotel. Barton stumbled up to the check-in table with a posse of eight. "She kept saying, in a really spacey, weird British accent, 'Like, I'm with the deejay. I totally know the deejay. I'm here for the deejay,' " laughs our spy. "She was slurring her words." After being let in, we're told that Barton "needed to be escorted to the deejay booth" where she proceeded to "stand for about an hour, dancing in her own world. I don't think her eyes were open to full capacity -- or even half capacity -- the whole time she was there."

Uh oh, sounds like Mischa fell off the wagon again -- and then the wagon hit a boulder and exploded into a massive Michael Bay-style fireball. Someone should tell her that consuming large amounts of alcohol and narcotics can lead to the exact thing she's trying so desperately to avoid these days: bad press calories. If Mischa's ever going to claw her way back onto the C-list, she's going to have to learn to just say no to both types of candy -- nose and Godiva.

[WENN]