live from the fan
I figured this might be a long rant about my new glorious Adcenter life, so just ignore all the grammar mistakes and spelling errors. FUCK PROOFREADING, i aint no copywriter!
I arrived in Richmond, VA with the rents saturday night after a long brutal average 2 hour back-up on i95 after DC. Taryn, if you had to deal with all that traffic on a regular basis, that is just ridiculous. I don't envy you, except DC is a gem. Thats right, I said gem. That night I wanted to see my apartment building, and my new neighborhood, so we drove over to my new home. I wasn't suppose to move in until the following day, but just by chance, while we pulled up around 8pm that night, Stephanie, my prospective roommate was walking out of the door with her mother. She told me to come on in and take a look. I enter my so-called new room, and boy was I disappointed. I get a linen-type closet where I could fit maybe a quarter of my clothes in it. The room was, lets say the final tally of size is around 7x9. I could fit a regular twin bed in there, but then I would not be able to open the door all the way. It was not a comfortable place, not homey one bit. She had her addy on her mantel, and I saw a few ROTC medals scattered around. Her think southern drawl didn't bug me, but she seemed to not want a roommate, but needed one for financial reasons. After seeing the room my parents and I went to get the soft-top luggage carrier on the top of my car to bring it to my new room. (probably would have taking up the entire room too) At the car my parents pretty much threw down the anchor and said I would not be living there. I was not exciting about the living situation, as a little voice in the back of my head kept heckling "Matt Franklin" as if I was pitching a world series game for the Yankees in the Met stadium. It turned out Kirsten was just starting to look for a place, she was going to look for a single one bedroom. I called for the car and told her I can't live with Stephanie, and we should look for a place together. She didn't jump on the idea, but it was a good option.
The rest of the night I felt homeless and anxious. We drove around the Fan district looking for "Rent me" signs in the dark. Every sign we saw I had to get out of the car and walk 5 feet from the window so I could read the number on the sign. Then we started to call every realtor and apartment agency, and listing we could get a hold of. Thinking, it was saturday night and most of the people wouldn't call back until monday anyways.
Sunday morning . . .
We wake up to a storm of calls, come see this place, this place is great . . . blah blah. Everyone we talked to, in fact everyone I have talked to in Richmond would jump in front of a car to help anyone. The southern hospitality is something not experienced in angry fat Detroit. The first place we looked was owned by a 28 year old southern man. I walked in, and that was it. Gorgeous, and both rooms are about 12x18 probably. So much space, wonderful college/family neighborhood. I looked at one more place besides that, then called Kirsten and told her to get her ass to this place right away. She came, her family felt like my parents, and we signed a lease at 4pm that afternoon.
Sunday and monday was spent buying everything you can think of to furnish that damn place. Places in Richmond do not come furnished. It is still a work in progress, but when it is time there will be glorious pictures. You will be impressed with our 1500 square feet first floor apartment.
There is so much to write, and I am already being weighed down by the possibilities of this entry. I'll just skip to the Adcenter and meeting people the last few days before class begins.
Last night some two girls threw a party in their ghetto downtown apartment. The area is ghetto but their apartment is something out of American Psycho or Vanilla Sky. The tall lofts with different levels and balconies. The beautiful marble counters, and varnished wood floor. Their apartment put our amazing apartment in its place . . . and they pay less being in the ghetto. Everyone I have met has been just cool. Imagine being able to talk about Thankyou for smoking, any Stanley Kubrick film, NPR, philosophy, and most importantly, we are all all all about advertising. Kirsten and I were judging people at first, trying to see who are the so called players, who are the alcholics, who are the sluts, who are the chotches. The kid who I thought who was the chotchiest, nicest and most down to earth guy there is. One kid named Derek has a Zelda tattoo on his back. I thought of you anthony, he is all about the Wii.
Last night we met a lot of the second year kids (still saying kids, we aren't grown up yet, even though some of these kids are in their 30s) at the bar, and they were so friendly and down to earth too. I was expected to come across some intense egos, so bullshitters maybe. No, everyone is accepting and feels they are lost. We are all scared shitless and excited for school. The second year kids said it would be the hardest semester of our lives, we will be pushed to our limits, and then the profs will just twist enough until they squeeze tears out of our eyes . . . scared, but excited.
The faculty is entertaining. We have a bunch of comedians and crazy people in that school. EVERYONE IS REALLY WEIRD.
While at the bar last night, getting drunk with my classmates and the 2nd year Adcenter folks, the 2nd years kept coming up to me and just saying "Art Director?" Everyone guessed that I am studying art direction. I mean everyone pinned me at the start. They explained that art directors have this look and I have that look. It sounds dumb, but that put my mind at ease. It made me feel like I belong in the group I am in. Maybe I am not a hack, but I am sure my new profs will say I am at one point . . . so I'm told.
Well, I don't have my first class until monday at 9am now. I have a lot of partying and furnishing to do in the meantime though. My first assignment is to make a t-shirt and wear it to class. It can have anything I want on it. UHHHHHHHH! Here is my moral conflict, do i use one of the shirts I have made in the past, or do I make a new one. Either way, I wish I had my t-shirt making supplies still. We threw that all out when we moved our separate directions in the beginning of the summer.
MY ADDRESS
2500 Hanover
Richmond, VA 23220
SEND LOTS OF THINGS, I WANT MAIL
Still so much more to type, I could write about everything all day and night if I want to. If you want to hear it all call me, you know the number.
I won't be online since I don't have internet. I am at an internet cafe that rivals the ERC. Nothing like listening to My Morning Jacket and The Flaming Lips as I sit in the cafe. THey play good music.
I arrived in Richmond, VA with the rents saturday night after a long brutal average 2 hour back-up on i95 after DC. Taryn, if you had to deal with all that traffic on a regular basis, that is just ridiculous. I don't envy you, except DC is a gem. Thats right, I said gem. That night I wanted to see my apartment building, and my new neighborhood, so we drove over to my new home. I wasn't suppose to move in until the following day, but just by chance, while we pulled up around 8pm that night, Stephanie, my prospective roommate was walking out of the door with her mother. She told me to come on in and take a look. I enter my so-called new room, and boy was I disappointed. I get a linen-type closet where I could fit maybe a quarter of my clothes in it. The room was, lets say the final tally of size is around 7x9. I could fit a regular twin bed in there, but then I would not be able to open the door all the way. It was not a comfortable place, not homey one bit. She had her addy on her mantel, and I saw a few ROTC medals scattered around. Her think southern drawl didn't bug me, but she seemed to not want a roommate, but needed one for financial reasons. After seeing the room my parents and I went to get the soft-top luggage carrier on the top of my car to bring it to my new room. (probably would have taking up the entire room too) At the car my parents pretty much threw down the anchor and said I would not be living there. I was not exciting about the living situation, as a little voice in the back of my head kept heckling "Matt Franklin" as if I was pitching a world series game for the Yankees in the Met stadium. It turned out Kirsten was just starting to look for a place, she was going to look for a single one bedroom. I called for the car and told her I can't live with Stephanie, and we should look for a place together. She didn't jump on the idea, but it was a good option.
The rest of the night I felt homeless and anxious. We drove around the Fan district looking for "Rent me" signs in the dark. Every sign we saw I had to get out of the car and walk 5 feet from the window so I could read the number on the sign. Then we started to call every realtor and apartment agency, and listing we could get a hold of. Thinking, it was saturday night and most of the people wouldn't call back until monday anyways.
Sunday morning . . .
We wake up to a storm of calls, come see this place, this place is great . . . blah blah. Everyone we talked to, in fact everyone I have talked to in Richmond would jump in front of a car to help anyone. The southern hospitality is something not experienced in angry fat Detroit. The first place we looked was owned by a 28 year old southern man. I walked in, and that was it. Gorgeous, and both rooms are about 12x18 probably. So much space, wonderful college/family neighborhood. I looked at one more place besides that, then called Kirsten and told her to get her ass to this place right away. She came, her family felt like my parents, and we signed a lease at 4pm that afternoon.
Sunday and monday was spent buying everything you can think of to furnish that damn place. Places in Richmond do not come furnished. It is still a work in progress, but when it is time there will be glorious pictures. You will be impressed with our 1500 square feet first floor apartment.
There is so much to write, and I am already being weighed down by the possibilities of this entry. I'll just skip to the Adcenter and meeting people the last few days before class begins.
Last night some two girls threw a party in their ghetto downtown apartment. The area is ghetto but their apartment is something out of American Psycho or Vanilla Sky. The tall lofts with different levels and balconies. The beautiful marble counters, and varnished wood floor. Their apartment put our amazing apartment in its place . . . and they pay less being in the ghetto. Everyone I have met has been just cool. Imagine being able to talk about Thankyou for smoking, any Stanley Kubrick film, NPR, philosophy, and most importantly, we are all all all about advertising. Kirsten and I were judging people at first, trying to see who are the so called players, who are the alcholics, who are the sluts, who are the chotches. The kid who I thought who was the chotchiest, nicest and most down to earth guy there is. One kid named Derek has a Zelda tattoo on his back. I thought of you anthony, he is all about the Wii.
Last night we met a lot of the second year kids (still saying kids, we aren't grown up yet, even though some of these kids are in their 30s) at the bar, and they were so friendly and down to earth too. I was expected to come across some intense egos, so bullshitters maybe. No, everyone is accepting and feels they are lost. We are all scared shitless and excited for school. The second year kids said it would be the hardest semester of our lives, we will be pushed to our limits, and then the profs will just twist enough until they squeeze tears out of our eyes . . . scared, but excited.
The faculty is entertaining. We have a bunch of comedians and crazy people in that school. EVERYONE IS REALLY WEIRD.
While at the bar last night, getting drunk with my classmates and the 2nd year Adcenter folks, the 2nd years kept coming up to me and just saying "Art Director?" Everyone guessed that I am studying art direction. I mean everyone pinned me at the start. They explained that art directors have this look and I have that look. It sounds dumb, but that put my mind at ease. It made me feel like I belong in the group I am in. Maybe I am not a hack, but I am sure my new profs will say I am at one point . . . so I'm told.
Well, I don't have my first class until monday at 9am now. I have a lot of partying and furnishing to do in the meantime though. My first assignment is to make a t-shirt and wear it to class. It can have anything I want on it. UHHHHHHHH! Here is my moral conflict, do i use one of the shirts I have made in the past, or do I make a new one. Either way, I wish I had my t-shirt making supplies still. We threw that all out when we moved our separate directions in the beginning of the summer.
MY ADDRESS
2500 Hanover
Richmond, VA 23220
SEND LOTS OF THINGS, I WANT MAIL
Still so much more to type, I could write about everything all day and night if I want to. If you want to hear it all call me, you know the number.
I won't be online since I don't have internet. I am at an internet cafe that rivals the ERC. Nothing like listening to My Morning Jacket and The Flaming Lips as I sit in the cafe. THey play good music.