I'm sitting in film class, waiting for a guest lecturer to begin, and I've finally realized that I am the only person here without friends. Which is fine, because usually people are just whispering about random foreign films that I haven't seen (and umm have no desire to see), but I've started to feel like a wallflower. Strange. I'm slowly making friends with two women that always sit in front of me, and are approximately 84, so that could be really promising. My dilemma might be that I walk into class every Thursday with Starbucks, while every film major knows that only the cool kids go to Oren's. Oren's usually tastes like bitter cat piss, so I stay away. Yes, I'm guessing what bitter cat piss tastes like.

We're watching a film from Palestine/Israel/France (Chronicle of a Disappearance), and how a film can be from all three of those countries at once is a little baffling.


There's a new episode of Off The Map on Hulu, and I'm mildly considering asking this professor if we can screen that instead. I don't think she'll accept such a wonderful proposition, but a boy can dream.

Currently eating: bacon, egg, & cheese breakfast sandwich from Starbucks