What went through teen tyro LindsayLohan’s mind last week when an L.A. stalkerazzo plowed his minivan into her Mercedes? “I’m just like Princess Di!” Though she survivedthe June 1 crash—and even attended a party that evening—the rattledactress spent the night telling pals she’d had a reality check (of sorts.)“I didn’t sign up for this shit!” Lohan griped. “Isigned up to do red carpets, not this. I feel like I’m gonna be the nextDiana and it scares me.” Putting salt on her imperceptible wounds, policeon the scene treated her as if she were “just some dumb star,” sheadded. A few days later at the Herbie: Fully Loaded press junket at theCentury Plaza Hotel, Lohan put on a brave face with help from five publicistsand a bodyguard. Although the press had strict instructions not to discussthe accident (or her imprisoned father or her rapid weight loss) lest the starbe “yanked,” one intrepid journo couldn’t resist. Apparently,neither could Lohan who again compared herself to the princess before a publicist could intervene. “I cancertainly understand how Di felt,” she said. “Even after the accident theycontinued to take my picture, just like with Di. I couldn’t believeit.” Neither can we.