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Name: Tanner
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Interests: broken social scene, being mean in the funniest way possible, jason collett, clothes, entertainment and art, witty banter, making fun of celebrities by attributing their characteristics to strangers, arrested development, watching movies, talking with close friends in the dark before bed, islands, stirfry, buying random things at value village, as much sarcasm as possible, stars, going to restaurants that serve delicious food with friends, meeting friends of friends, shopping in weird non-clothing related stores, learning interesting shit, the arcade fire, writing (once in a while), ipod listening on ttc, sleepovers, parties, the walk of shame, metric, singing when drunk, singing in general
Expertise: hmmm.
Occupation: The Prince of the Harvest
Industry: communication, media and produ


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Member Since: 3/1/2007

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Friday, March 28, 2008

Oh, god. Not this again.

This again.

It's 2:15AM, Friday, March 28.
It's essay season.
As usual, I am in panic mode because everything is due, but nothing is done.
I'm afeared  I'll slip up big again. My goal was everything done by Friday. It is now Friday. Nothing is done. I have written a title page.

How do you get your act together? What do you do to force yourself to write essays?


    I'm in the cafeteria of my old residence. The wireless internet connection I've been stealing for the past two years is no longer working. Someone caught on, and that someone locked their internet signal up for good. Internet is a necessity for essays. Thus, I am here. When I was in first year, this place was the perfect place to escape distractions in the wee hours. It was always deserted. Hundreds of empty chairs at fifty empty tables. A sea of empty. Well, shiver me timbers! A sea change, indeed.
    The place is over run with residence kids. To my left, a group of girls in Ryerson sweatpants is taking group photos in front of a Mac laptop. To my right, a group of girls in Ryerson sweatpants is talking about The Hills.  The big screen TV in the corner is on. No one is watching the CNN anchors, and the TV is on mute.
    My ears hurt from having earbuds in them for so long and the music I'm playing is up loud to block out the constant giggling. I quit smoking a month ago, but the view (through glass french doors that open to the courtyard outside) of teenagers smoking is breaking my willpower. Red Bull is squirting through my veins. Two cans is two too many. Somehow, my eyelids are heavy. At least this time last year my internet was still working.
    This time last year, I was actually losing sleep about an incomplete Feature article. No topic, no interviews, no story. A two-month anxiety attack.  This year, the same assignment (I've had to redo the course) is already completed. I got that done. But I still can't force myself to write fucking essays. This shouldn't be so difficult. Complaining doesn't help me any. Missing deadlines clearly isn't enough of a scare.
    What's good is that this is happening BEFORE the deadlines. Last semester, and every semester before that, it was weeks after them. WEEKS. I guess I'm ahead of the game. I desperately want to end this semester on a good note. I want to exit this crappy limbo on good terms with my academic life. I want to enter proper 3rd year broadcast with the momentum of a well-ended semester and a lot of hard work prepared for. I don't a GPA to be proud of! I want the results I know I can yield! How do I dedicate myself?

Two-thirty AM essay writing is not the answer. Wasting days at a time is certainly not the answer. Use time effectively. Rest when you deserve it.

There is a boy in a FITCH shirt taking photos of the girls taking photos of themselves on a Macbook. What is the world coming to?

I want to get this done. I want to write on here in 72 hours and report the completion of my essays. That is what I want. I also want FITCH to stop taking throwaway photos!

Damn you, FITCH.


Wednesday, January 23, 2008

It's always Feist who does this to me...

Call me a fanboy, but I can't get enough of this woman.  This video is honestly just sheer joy. And I love it.

Mind you, she could probably release a video of her humming the Full House theme song and I'd swoon.

Anyway, I enjoyed watching this over and over this morning. I thought I'd pass it on.


Monday, October 15, 2007

you woke up thinking you'd do something today

What
    is
        it
            ,
                really
                        ?                          What is the point?
                    Can
                 you
              tell
           me
       ,
    please
?

Whether beautiful or sublime... pleasant and intricate, epic, great and terrible?
Black and white, opposite but not dissimilar. Can it be?
Where do the definitions overlap?
Can it be both?
If both, is it stronger than not both?
Or are they stronger if left unmixed, stoic and all alone?
Call me and tell me where you live. I'll ask you questions and tape your replies.

Tell

me                       .

about                                    that

where                            with

you                         it

live            end

and                      and

how                              care

you                      I

spend                           why

your                                  me

time                  Ask

.

I'll listen to the sound of your voice later and figure out what it means.
Sublime or beautiful?
The voice behind the voice, world behind the world.
Horrible tendency to obsess.
Make small things larger; inflate and explode.
Take shape and go away.
                


Wednesday, October 10, 2007

woo! it's been a while.

since the last time i wrote in this thing i have:

- spent a summer peddling produce, cheese and frozen meat

- spent a lot of time with a lot of amazing people from the great city of sudbury

- seen the arcade fire, mia, stars, metric, kevin drew and broken social scene (with special guest tommy cochrane), the smashing pumpkins, bjork, k-os, tokyo police club, the killers, the arctic monkeys, explosions in the sky, young galaxy, apostle of hustle, ohbijou, chumbawumba, the dears, mother mother, basia bulat, do make say think, ani difranco, dragonette, pat robitaille,  and the handsome furs live.

- spent a week in kootney national park with people from all over the world and some very loved family members, where i climbed a mountain and at lunch on the shore of a lake in a hidden valley, taken part in a native marriage ceremony, sung pop songs with an acoustic guitar in a box canyon, participated in a three-hour sweat lodge and laid in a glacial creek to cool down afterwards, drank too many bottles of wine and smoked too many cigarettes for one night, drove to banff alone and almost died due to the beauty of the mountains.

- returned to toronto for school and reunited with some great friends i missed a lot

- co-hosted a community radio show at 2 in the morning, during which time i insinuated that i enjoy copulating to the music of amy millan and torquil campbell and got asked back to co-host some more

- had to learn to spend money a little less liberally and buy cheaper shit (go equality or go home)

- learned as many feist songs as i can

- had some dear friends break up and break down

- driven a drunk friend home and had to stop 9 times in the process

- spent four days in ottawa with my best friends in the world (stu, shannon and ashli) and felt their magic again

- made some stupid mistakes at so-late-its-early hours of the day

- weened (weined?) myself off of facebook and msn... not so much the tobacco and perez hilton

- spent far too many dollars on cab rides

- repeated old habits that are too bad to die

- gotten along with a new room mate who also happens to be an old friend

- contributed too many plastic bottles to too many landfill sites

- been apathetic and lazy

- been unproductive

- been in fights and arguments

- been bored

- been too excited to sit still

- read a bunch of books. most of them sucked.

 

i don't know what else. i can't think. it's too early.

someone tempt me into writing on my xanga more often, please.


Monday, April 23, 2007

What miracle is this? This giant tree.
It stands ten thousand feet high
But doesn’t reach the ground. Still it stands.
Its roots must hold the sky.


I have not read it yet, but the concept of House of Leaves alone has scared the shit out of me to the point where I have every light in my apartment on.  I'm not even sure I'll be able to read it.



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