early Christmas dinner

Catherine finished her Orson Welles paper, and she wanted to celebrate with an early Christmas celebratory dinner. We went to Boulevard Cafe.

I'm so thankful to have Catherine with me all throughout my college years. Honestly, I don't know how I'd get through it all without her. I'm not a super approachable person, and I have a really hard time making friends, but, I swear, without her, things could have been much harder.

We talked about our past film exploits, and all the interesting people we've encountered. We both shared the same sentiment though: we don't really like the girls in our film major. They're so much harder to befriend, and they shroud themselves in phoniness. It's hard to get to the real with them, if that makes any sense. Guys are so much easier to talk to, because they don't play games and they don't gossip and they don't give a shit. And they have a good sense of humor. The girls at our school try too hard, and when they think they know more than you, they're so condescending. Ugh.

Gawd, it's going to be murder when I go back down to LA. It's probably going to be ten times worse.