I’ve been in Los Angeles for a week now! I can’t say I’m totally settled or adjusted yet — only one of the boxes I shipped from home has arrived, and I still don’t have any furniture in my room besides my bed and a small nightstand (you can only stand keeping underwear in your suitcase for so long) — but regardless, I’m pretty content, and I’m absolutely sure now that this is the right path for me.
I won’t give a blow-by-blow synopsis of my week. That would take too long, and hey, I’m a graduate student now! We don’t have a whole lot of free time (or won’t soon — as of now I can’t say I’ve gotten any tangible work done, though I know I’ll have to write scripts very very soon… like… starting tomorrow…) But here are the basics:
Social life: Pretty badass so far. I’m getting along well with my roommate, Ashley. I’ve met a ton of people from our class, and I think we’ve gathered a very cool core group together — not an insulated clique by any means, but a gathering of friendly people who are willing to shout out “hey, anyone want to grab something to eat?” at the end of class to see how many people we get. We’ve all gone out for drinks and food a few times, out to a party in Hollywood thrown by an upperclassman, and Ashley and I are throwing a getting-to-know-you, dress-as-your-favorite-movie-character theme party on Friday which I invited everyone I could find on Facebook to. We’ve just been playing for the last week, but everyone’s got such an energetic, creative vibe going, even in casual conversation. It’s exciting to know that these are the people I’ll be collaborating with the rest of my life!
On top of that, Ashley and I managed to meet almost all of our neighbors in our 6 unit apartment complex today. We had an exterminator come and take care of our roaches today (more on that later) so we ended up sitting outside for awhile. Adrina in unit 1 came out to say hi first (we’d met her a few days prior), then Pita from unit 6 right above us came home from school, so he chatted with us for awhile. We met the Chinese exchange student in unit 2 who was leaving for class (can’t remember her name because I could barely pronounce it), and then the guy in unit 5 came home, who it turns out is a professor in the Interactive Media division of the cinema school. We met Pita’s roommate Jake when we came home from class, and ended up borrowing their vaccuum and hanging out in their apartment playing Guitar Hero and beer pong most of tonight. The only neighbors we’re missing are unit 4, and I’ve at least met their dog Nugget, so I know they’re alright.
School: We haven’t had that many classes so far (510 and 507 yesterday — the first is “homeroom”, sort of, and the second is our actual production class) but everything up to now has me both chomping at the bit to get started and at the same time absolutely terrified. Brenda Goodman showed my 507 class some past 507 films and got my quaking in my boots. I know I’ve come up with some creative ideas in the past, but it’s been so long since I’ve had to flex my creative muscles and produce something in a short period of time. I know we’re just getting started, but really, what if my first 507 is totally lame? We do that one almost completely by ourselves (though Joe and I have agreed to lend each other a hand). I almost wish Brenda had screened some of the really bad 507 pieces along with the ones she liked… then I could have something to aspire to while not feeling too bad if I don’t quite get there.
In any case, I have my first 599 class tomorrow (basically our screenwriting class, though it’s got some long convoluted name on our schedule — Ideation and something blah blah blah?). While I’m thrown into a panic when they ask me to do shit like write about my favorite childhood memory or some other in class exercise, I am sure that being in a writing class will get my ideas churning. It’s always been a huge help in the past.
As a side note, the new cinema building is amazing. I saw a little of the old George Lucas building, so I have some basis for comparison, and the new facilities are absolutely gorgeous. They didn’t even have the whole subterranean post-production level completely hooked up, but you can already see how state of the art it is. I know I’ll be spending a ton of time down there, and I’ll be happy to!
Lifestyle: Our apartment complex, though full of awesome people, is pretty ghetto. The walk from campus is okay… the first block at least. The second you hit our block it gets really sketchy. They finally fixed the gate outside, and the bars on our windows that were apparently not attached to the walls, so that’s good. Our big nightmare this week was the roaches. They started out tiny, but grew bigger and more frequent as the week went on. Finally we had to get the exterminator in today to take care of the little bastards. Hopefully that will fix the problem… but after our big cleanup of the roach carnage, Ashley went into the kitchen, turned around, and there was a fresh one on the wall. Hopefully it was just visiting Pita’s apartment upstairs all day today, and came home to the shock of finding all of its relatives brutally murdered by roach poison. I hope the fucker cried tiny roach tears before I squirted the hell out of it with bug spray.
We have some pretty interesting “neighbors” as well. These include
- the rooster (for real — he lives across the street but isn’t penned up, so he struts around the neighborhood)
- the tranny with the shopping cart (probably buying his/her drugs and/or eggs across the street)
- the white guy with a white suit, top hat and cane (only spotted once, but he did stop traffic)
- the homeless guys on the corner
- the guy who yells “HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY” (though I found out today he’s actually shouting, and selling, “tamalEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEs)
- the ice cream truck(s), who occasionally have ice cream wars when they meet (not really, but it would be awesome)
- the stray cats who argue with the rooster (last night was all “cockadoodle–” “mraaaaaw” “cockadood-” “MRAAAWW” “cockadoodledooMRAAAAAAAWWW ” like a goddamn competition. Shut the hell up guys!)
- the skittish stray dog who likes Carls Jr (or at least I assume that’s what was in the bag he found)
An experience, I’ll tell ya.
I’ve got a few more I took on my cell phone that I’ll have to upload soon, but here are some of the photos I took during my first day (the photos repeat; I’ll have to go and delete them manually, but I’m too lazy right now): http://www.flickr.com/photos/barbsteele/sets/72157612400218107/

























