I caught you knocking at my cellar door I love you baby can I have some more

Why am I updating so much lately. It's not like when I was in Africa, Cambodia and Pakistan where I was forced to write a journal. Ok, I wasn't really but it was good for me, good for everyone. If my status as a Hollywood actress could get one person, one single person, to donate money because of my journal, it was worth it. It was a difficult thing for me to do. At the time I wasn't sure if I wanted to publish them on the internet because I tried not to censor myself and I mentioned things about home more than I should. I'm not a professional journalist, it was the travel journals of Angelina Jolie and then Angelina Jolie is what you get. Can I just say it's hard not to censor yourself when you know millions of people can read what you write, but I'm very glad I did release them, because in the big picture it's not about me, but incredibly brave people who depend on us right now. Last week I donated $100,000 to a United Nations program providing food for Western Sahara refugees. My aim is to encourage other people to make themselves aware of this crisis facing the Western Saharan refugees and do what they can to help. I know this is not happening in our neighborhood, but they are still our people. After the recent tragedies in the US we have proved ourselves able and willing to care. There can be enough love in the world if we tried. I'm not doing this to sell movies or be called a saint. I do it because I strongly believe in it with all of my heart. There can be changes. There must be changes. Still enjoying myself in London with Naomi. It's her home so she's been dragging me around a lot to her old places and stores. Not that I mind of course. Shooting is going well. I'm going to have a couple of days off while they are figuring out how to shoot around something and then later add as special effects. Have I mentioned I don't really like special effects? But I guess it's unavoidable in a movie like this. I'm going out to dinner with Jonny sometime this week too. He's my ex-husband, in case you didn't know. He's so British he makes me ill sometimes, but then again, I seem to like that. The Brits that is. My lawyer is in court. Again. I really pity that man, he can't have much of a life seeing as how I seem to take up 90% of his time. At least he makes good money. This time it's about removing 'Voight' from my legal name. I'm not sure why I didn't do it sooner. We were friends for a brief time during and after the shooting of the first Tomb Raider movie, but you can't really escape the past and the fact is he walked out on us. He partied while my mum worked to feed us. Sure, he'd send the occasional check, but it all comes down to this. He has not been as much part of my life so that I owe him to keep his family's name. Why do I feel like a news reader. None of you care about my name. Only who I'm sleeping with. Which is none because I'm a loser but that's all right. You still pretend to care. That means a lot to me. One day I'm going to take Brie and Dave out for ice cream. They are the cutest people I know. They just went crazy in my journal, how loveable is that. P.S. we hereby apply for membership in must_be_dave. My paid account ran out yesterday and I forgot to change into my all-time favorite icons. This might be a little bit of a problem seeing as how I'm a compulsive icon-changer, but I actually like the ones I have up right now. Come to think of it, all you really need is a 'this is dave' icon. I'm going to sleep in Alex's bed now.