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What we do on Christmas
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posted by driller. @ 2:17 PM 1 comments

Bee Flea See Me Key Thee Knee

So, I’m back at home now. Today was my first whole day home this entire break. I left for the airport the day after Christmas ball from Mike’s house and got home at about four yesterday. I was cruising for five days, and then spent a day at my grandma’s house in Florida, and finally, I attended a ski camp at Buck Hill. Camp was supposed to last until Friday, however, my teammates and I decided that the camp had given us all it had to offer and left early.
The weather sucked today so I was confined to my house by the likes of my mother. In order to stay occupied I slept allot... ate some stuff… sat…and did some puzzles when Christine came over for a bit. Yet, it was very good to be home. I think I’m going to take up ice fishing.

posted by driller. @ 8:39 PM 1 comments

Tales from a Seafaring Citizen

If you don’t already know I am currently on a Caribbean cruise, I’ll keep you updated as the trip progresses. Here are some episodes from my first day away from home.

Before I left I learned that I would have to endure a five hour layover in the Minneapolis airport. Initially the prospect of having an extended time to myself pleased me. I say initially because the deal quickly turned sour. The night before I left Brainerd I was only able to get four hours of sleep, the candy cane excitement of holiday ball kept me dancing like a sugarplum late into the next the next morning. Functioning on three hours of sleep isn’t difficult, yet keeping entertained in an airport is. Armed with an array of literature-- C.S. Lewis “Surprised by Joy,” Joseph Heller “Catch 22,” George Orwell “Animal farm,” and Howard Zinn “Voices of a People’s History” (thanks Josh, I read some and loved it so I bought it for my brother)-- I assumed that boredom could be kept at bay. Other than a portable DVD player I forgot to pack any mindless activities to keep a tired mind occupied. Soon my batteries died halfway through Reservoir Dogs and reading was becoming arduous. I won’t bore you with the mundane things I did to kill time for the next couple of hours, here is the highlight of my layover.

So here I am kickin’ it in the quietest place I could find, disturbed only be a couple of football jerks watching a game. In my zombie stupor I was still attempting to read, yet in reality I was listening to music. So I’m sitting here, minding my own business, no one sitting near me, when some guy comes and sits across from me. His presence alone didn’t bother me, yet what he did next did. He pulled out a porno magazine and started gawking at it while holding it out in front of his face; it was like he was flaunting it at me. The sick part is that he would assume that I would want to participate in his perverted habits, and ever worse he frequently had to adjust his pants. The man didn’t stop, so I had to take action, and I wasn’t about to walk away. I doubt he expected to cross a youth who cares about morality, and I was armed. Quietly I snuck into my backpack and removed my rosary. Unassumingly I prayed over his soul, the man was rather dumbfounded, and so was I. It felt good to stick up for my beliefs; I fear that I stand on the sidelines too often.

Once on the plane I slept most of the time; I was blessed with three seats to myself. Here are my hastily scribbled notes before landing.

My present thoughts are much different from the child in front of me, he exclaimed “Florida,” and then resumed playing with his dolls saying that he was sad whether it was Milwaukee or Fort Myers. Florida is beautiful from a plane window; even the manufactured homes take on new meaning from above. However, when my ears are taken out of context the result is not a favorable experience. Nevertheless I have no trouble yawning to relieve the pressure, yet still tightness builds within me as I approach the landing.

Talk to you later with today’s news, I’m on the ship now, have been all day.

posted by driller. @ 9:36 PM 3 comments

A Mundane Update to Kill Time... and Space?

My last ski race was all right, boys placed second and girls placed third. The weather atop Spirit Mountain was frigid. Twenty mph winds were gusting all day. My only complaint was that it took so long, the last racers had to ski in the dark and brave near zero temperatures in millimeter-thick spandex. The discomfort was worth it however, the thrill of slalom racing keeps me coming, even if I'm not the fastest. I placed 18th out of ninety boys with many errors, I'm not disappointed, yet I know that I could to better and give Brainerd a chance at gold. School spirit just fills my soul these days... After the race I had to deal with homework supreme, my anxiety was only stemmed by a trip to the adoration chapel. School was another surreal hell of a Friday. I struggled from class to class with only the prospect of leaving BHS for as long as possible ahead of me. Nevertheless, Lang is coming easy these days, I think I even like it which makes up for my poor performance in psych and physics.

There you have it, an update you probobly don't care about, I don't even think there is anything to be made of this post but this...

"Uh uh, ah uhYo Jeffrey Buss itWhat are ya doin in there?Word em up word em up word em upIn the place at about this timeDJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince just bu bu buggin outLosing it all no senseAy Jeff scratch it scratch it man, scratch itUh aw that was decentNow scratch it a quick joint, a quick one JeffOh yeah yeahWe just bugging we just having some funMe and JeffreyHe's the DJ, I'm the RapperHello can anybody hear meYou can aight that's good you can hear meOkay it's clear it's good okay everybody's got itOne twoOne two andMy rhymes have been written not to be bittenBut as it seems, some suckers keep forgetting the rules about rappin, but that's alrightCause in the next five minutes I'm a have them all uptightStronger than a dinosaur, better known than SantaMan the battles I battle, I usually win em In less than a minute, but it all dependsOn how long it takes you rappers to realiseThat trying to defend yourself is ridiculousDidn't you get my message its out of the questionCause you're toys boys, I'm the Real McCoyI'm really gonna enjoy seeing you destroyedIf I was Fred Flintstone I'd probably own all of BedrockIf I was a criminal I'd probably own a cellblockIf I was in the Navy I would own the seaBut I'm a poet so I own the whole rap industryI'm like a lion my man, and the streets are my denIt's either kill or be killed, so I killI kill again and again and againSurmount the times, rappers I'll slaughter themI tie em up and throw them in the water"
Will Smith He's the DJ, I'm the Rapper lyrics.

posted by driller. @ 1:40 AM 0 comments

Skinny blue tendril... It was a poem on my refrigerator once.
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posted by driller. @ 1:39 AM 0 comments

The sun is down over the border.
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posted by driller. @ 1:38 AM 0 comments

kay emm eff dee emm

hmm, blogging isnt really like riding a bike... i think i forgot how.....but i didnt forget how to shamelessly premote my band! Thats right folks, come one, come all to Brainerd Highschool on Friday, January 28th at 7:00pm for an evening of pleasant music, as well as kick-ass. Acts include heavy metal cult classic favorite Anna Bendson and country western super star Alex Proctor.......Not to mention power ballad heartbreaker hair band The Newmans. Bring a friend or romantic interest and go Dutch. One night only.........Admission is of negligable magnitude, not visible to the naked eye.

posted by Tom @ 9:44 PM 5 comments

Boys placed second. Thats about it.
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posted by driller. @ 9:24 PM 0 comments

Ski meet last thursday. Behold!
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posted by driller. @ 9:19 PM 1 comments

i like the smell of cedar.

I’m one hour and thirty nine minutes late.

College better be good, because I think that I want out of BHS.

I’m sick of life being so diplomatic, but I fear it’s often the only option.

Henna smells good.

I guess I’m calling today one year for Christine and me. I never officially asked her out, it seemed so lame to have to.

Today I tried “manpoo,” I don’t know if I’m ready for it.

Self actualization is daunting.

Faith is heavy.

“The real bonanza” has malicious intent towards “Napoleon Gabriel.”

If all art is political than so is everything.

Reason is too subjective. But how can true logic be defined?

I’m beginning a campaign to gain weight.

These are all the things i would have talked about if I had time. maybe next time.

posted by driller. @ 1:39 AM 3 comments

Rebirth of reason.

I want to let everyone know that drillbits is not dead. At one point I thought it would be a long time before I came back here, however my thoughts have changed. I would further extrapolate upon this statement if I didn't have so much work to do tonight. I am going to be busy tomorrow, the next day, Thursday for the first ski meet of the year, and then Friday is just a Friday, so that leaves Saturday December 11th for the triumphant return of Drill Bits. Be mildly prepared for a literary cacophony of consonants, perhaps vowels, and maybe even insight! You will laugh, cry, and at best sit. Tom you are welcome to join the rebirth aswell.

posted by driller. @ 11:43 PM 2 comments