Thursday December 11th, 2003
Talking to Amanda
I called Amanda today. Things went better than expected and we're going to go see some independent film I've never heard of on Saturday. I'm hoping this doesn't become a theme. Living in L.A. it's nearly impossible not to see at least one or two independent films and in truth there are some really good ones out there. The problem is that in the film capitol of the world there's a ton of crappy ones that get released in random art houses every day. When watching these films it becomes overly apparent that the decision to have this film actually get made, among the sea of hopeful film makers, had more to do with some rich USC student willing to put down his/her parents money than it did a decent plot, story line, or any semblance of artistic value. In any case I've been to my share of crappy independents but honestly Amanda could have asked me to watch a seventh heaven marathon and I would have gladly accepted.
As far as the whole honesty thing goes I think things will come out a little more when I see her Thursday. You figure I don't have the pimp mobile any more and I'm sure we'll get into a little more than standard bar talk. Looking back I didn't really lie but I definitely deceived. She seemed really cool and I don't think any permanent damage has been done. I guess I'll see Thursday.
