A screenshot into my life.
Anyone know anything about Kent, Ohio? Where to stay, how to get around, how to get there, etc?

A screenshot into my life.

Anyone know anything about Kent, Ohio? Where to stay, how to get around, how to get there, etc?

Semester start



09/18/14, a Thursday

I’ve been in the process of making a decision and I opened a conversation about it today. It went well. Now I’m listening to Sleep in my undies and writing EARL lyrics for our last show. 

Stay tuned for more vague journal entries about my life.

Anonymous said: What, Dogbreth?!?! I thought you guys were called Dogbert! I feel like such an ass


It’s ok, happens all the time



Sorry for the extremely lengthy post on your dashes but this is so important

The world is watching, White America.


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09/17/14, a Wednesday

My great-uncle Mert passed away today. He had a model train room in the big house in Kentucky and would laugh at anything even remotely funny. My dad sent me a text with the news.

Now I’m laying awake at 2 am and I have to be in my classroom in about 5 hours. I moved to the couch, I’m hoping the dramatic interpretation of Johan Bach’s life knocks me out.

I have a feeling my life will look pretty different six months from now, and very different in a year.

09/16/14, a Tuesday

Last week my therapist gave me a couple of “homework” assignments, I know I know, but one of them was to spend at least 5 minutes each day doing something only for myself and to not justify it or apologize for it. Maybe you’re surprised to hear that your 28-year-old friend doesn’t really know how to do this but it’s true. It’s harder than you’d think. I’ve been doing okay with it for the most part. Yesterday I forgot to do it. But today I ended up building & eating a salad at Whole Foods while mindlessly reading clickbait articles for like 10 minutes before I realized that I was totally doing it!

Anyway, being is therapy is weird & good, I think. If you want to hear more about it feel free to send me a message. I might talk to you about it? I dunno, it depends.

There’s plenty of stuff I have to do today. Lots of emails & articles to read & papers to write & classes to go to & blogs to upkeep & showers to take but I can’t stop laying in bed.

I haven’t even talked about how I’m going to see the Breeders tomorrow, how cool is that? I gave Whit a wad of cash & borrowed her credit card while we were in Omaha so I could get some will-call tickets. I’m excited, I promise.

09/14/14, a Sunday

Been thinking a lot about:

-what pushes “art”, how mine is generally private like the sketchbook I filled with daily self-portraits for a year or the untitled .docx I keep on my laptop with pages of sprawling words or the bank of drafts (~70) I have on this account, & how say Tristan’s art is so dependent on the involvement of others (I forget the theorist, but that idea that music doesn’t exist without an audience or something?).

-what authentic learning looks like, & how to make new models.

-symptoms of depression.

-the guilt I carry around with me like a sack of irrational potatoes.

-future movements & present actions; how to feel confident & unsure at the same time.

-veggie BLTs.


I’m not a misandrist, but a few quick questions:

If men can’t even make their own sandwiches, why are they allowed to make bills in congress?

If men can’t control their own sexual urges, why are they allowed to control nations?

If a woman’s legs/shoulders are enough to distract a man, how can we trust them to stay focused on things like open heart surgery or judging a murder trial?

Again not a misandrist, some of my best friends are guys and i’m even dating one.

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