A title that makes so so much sense. So the last week has been a true slap in the face of how much I need to buckle down again in order to succeed in school. The only problem is, I have yet to put on the belt and strap down. In fact so much that I haven't been able to get my paper done because I haven't put time aside to do it so not its 2326 and only half ways down with this paper. I think I probably wouldn't even be that far if it wouldn't have been for last.fm playing in the background. Anyways, I guess I should stop trying to think of what to write here and get back to that lovely paper I am typing... I guess...
For years now I have looked outside this window in my room. I have laid my eyes on the Santa Rita Mountains and have seen a different image every time I opened my curtains. My eyes have seen this timeless face change into a unique image every second of everyday for the past seven years. Through that time I have seen those mountains a far and at close. Through that time I have seen changes upon those rock formations. The four seasons bring four changes as predicated earlier. Spring season brings the new sprouts, new leaves, new young in the animals and even what seems to be new fresh start to a year. Summer brings the warmth, brings season to those of young who just arrived, and the rains of the monsoon come to prepare those for later. As those rains dissipate and the temperature begins to cool, the mountains change again. The leaves of youth fade color and start to show their age. Yellow, gold, brown and red cover the canopies and ground like a brilliant picture. The now...
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