For all time, this conversation needs to be recorded:

D.R. : I just locked that class in that room for eternity.
Me: That's not such a bad thing.
D.R.: hahah
Me. We could turn it into a reality tv show.
D.R. Yeah, we could just get some gasoline, put it under the door and see what happens.

Me: awkward silence. Nervous laughter.

Dear Diary ( Read more... )

Fall, as it did last year brings about bitching about ancient greek. You know, the first couple of a days I was cool with it. I find the language generally interesting, I say generally because I don't want to be one of those "language people" that seem so prevalent at U of M. You know, the white kid from like Des Moines who thinks it's awesome to ( Read more... )

First of all, the modern peapod should be explained. The modern peapod (how many links to it, can i fit into this blog entry? MILLIONS!) is a webzine that currently focuses on records, films, and websites.

In the next couple of weeks, there's going to be a ton of subpop reviews up (this is because today Subpop sent Zach a ton of cds that are ( Read more... )

Gentle Readers,

I just wanted to let all of you know that I have finally decided to join the overgrown boys club known as the modern peapod and begin my foray into musical journalism.

yay.

Megan

I live alone in a tiny room facing a courtyard that only magically appears if you want to see it. The trees are thick and beautiful and for some strange reason, a beach volleyball pit has been carved into the area around it. From my window, I like to peer out and watch people play volleyball because everytime i've watched, someone has dramatically ( Read more... )

goodbye sister genivieve,

i always liked you.

within the next month, i'm going to have an oprah shirt, dammit ( Read more... )

(the scene is in a dining room painted a dark pink. a family now known as the GIDDINGS FAMILY is sitting at the table. Between them sits a pot roast, a skillet of rice-a-roni, and various vegetables and muffins to be passed around. Candles are lit and everything looks like a 1950's sitcom family, if interracial families were allowed in the 1950's ( Read more... )

You are gold and blue and green and avacado and the sea. There is no grey here because i don't own that color paint and because there is no room for grey in the midst of intensity. Okay? I love grey, but there's no melancholy here. I'm sick of the melodrama of fog and the waves of the sea. I want you to feel how different I am inside. All the ( Read more... )