The abject Britney Spears-ing of Amanda Bynes rages on today, as the actress enters Day 2 of the 72 hour involuntary psychiatric hold she was placed under after starting a small fire with a gasoline tank in the driveway of an elderly stranger in her hometown of Thousand Oaks Monday night.

After being found near a fire she started in someone's driveway, Amanda Bynes has been hospitalized on a 5150 hold. That's an involuntary admission for mental-health evaluation. Things are either looking up or way down for her, as usual.

I Want A Million Dollars A Year For Illegally Having My Mind Read And Privacy Stolen

Once upon a time there lived a beautiful young woman, who flew east through the clouds following a series of vehicular crimes in order to develop a fashion line and a perfume line as well as many other exciting projects. Sadly, far away from the Pacific sun, her spirit hardened into something strange; a cold, bitter, angry thing, unrecognizable to the friends who had known only her light. A restless wraith, she glided through spas and shopping malls, over sidewalks and streets, eager to show herself but desperate not to be seen. People would catch flashes of her in mirrors, in pools of water, in out-of-the-way luxury hotels.

When Amanda Bynes announced her plans to become a rapper, no one took her seriously except for Waka Flocka Flame. The Atlanta rapper is now working with Bynes on her first album, tentatively called Shots. “It's going to be crazy hot,” Waka said.

Just over a week ago, Amanda Bynes was arrested for (allegedly) throwing a bong from a window in her luxury midtown Manhattan apartment. That arrest led to a bizarre court appearance, which was followed by claims of sexual harassment at the hands of the NYPD, a strange Twitter battle with Rihanna, and an announcement that she was taking up rapping. As a result of all this strange behavior, the management at Bynes's apartment has reportedly evicted Bynes from the building.

Now that Amanda Bynes has finished randomly lashing out at Rihanna, she's moved on to her next, probably more deserving target: the NYPD. Monday morning, Bynes took to Twitter to announce her plans to sue the NYPD, her apartment complex, and possibly (the rant is difficult to understand) the hospital in which she was mentally evaluated after being arrested Thursday night.

Amanda Bynes, freshly sprung, took to Twitter last night to clear the air about her recent arrest for bong-throwing and marijuana possession.

The New York Post just released this image of America's Darkest Timeline Amanda Bynes, taken in court earlier today. TMZ reports that Bynes told a judge the (alleged) bong she threw out of her window last night was "just a vase." The judge scheduled Bynes' court date for July and released her into a taxi and her gray New York life.

Amanda Bynes has made headlines recently for all the right reasons, including for asking Drake to murder her vagina and for posting twerking videos and topless photos on her fascinating Twitter account. And now, the former child actor has been arrested after allegedly throwing a bong from her apartment's window.

While Amanda Bynes continues to insist she isn't insane or addicted to drugs — "I'm allergic to alcohol" she recently told In Touch — her TwitPics tell another story.

Psychologists at the University of Winnipeg recently completed a three year study whose results indicate that—and I'm paraphrasing slightly here—heavy texters and tweeters are just horrible, shitty people.

There have been no shortage of pleonastic stories making Amanda "I Want Drake to Murder My Vagina" Bynes out to be in the throes of a downward spiral with no bottom in sight.

If you're not following Amanda Bynes on Twitter right now, you are missing out on some truly macabre cabaret.

There's really not much to say about or add to this story. Here's some context, though it won't help anything make any more sense: Thursday evening, Lohan nemesis Amanda Bynes tweeted the following statement: "I want @drake to murder my vagina." As of this writing, it's been retweeted 4,327 times. Happy birthday, Twitter.

Every issue, Us Weekly runs a feature called "25 Things You Don't Know About Me," in which a celebrity, ostensibly, writes up interesting 25 facts about themselves (and then an intern transliterates their incomprehensible hieroglyphics into human letters). Normally, these lists give readers a chance to learn 24 things they already knew about a celebrity (Zooey Deschanel started "a comedy website" called Hello Giggles) plus one weird, new fact (Zooey Deschanel hates papaya).

Have you ever had a casual acquaintance who seemed totally normal and nice and the first time you went to their house they were like, "I can't believe you've never seen my house!" and you were like "I can't believe I've never seen your house!" and then you stepped inside and the floor was littered with mutilated doll bodies and it smelled like apricots and there was no furniture?

Who is Amanda Bynes? Every once in a while, she drives her car into the wall of our lives, to lock herself in our cupcake shop bathrooms; to stand, naked and dreaming, in our tanning salon lobbies. To prevent us from settling too comfortably into the rhythm of life. To remind us that she exists.

If you're burned out from worrying about family and loved ones in the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy, In Touch Weekly would like to offer you the chance to worry about someone else: Amanda Bynes.

Yesterday, Gawker received a tip regarding a bizarre episode Amanda Bynes had Wednesday night in a New York bakery. It began, as many rips from sanity do, with a specialty cupcake. It ended with a firefighter threatening to break down a bathroom door.