Rusty Bucket

I am a rusty bucket. With an elephant sticker. Seriously. Today I was sitting in the library and it took me an hour and a half to read sixteen pages! WOW. Come on.

Academic reading is a whole different language and I forgot about that. I felt like I was weed whacking blackberry bushes, pulling out horsetails, and then rolling down a dusty hill while trying to stand up in the middle of my decline. My brain felt awkward. I guess that makes sense. It is a muscle and right now it is quite mushy. Poor mush mush.

School is actually starting, and I think fall is really coming. Like right around the corner. This evening I went on a "hike" along the foothills of the mountains. It was beautiful and when I got to the top, well as far as I was going to ascend my lazy butt, I sat on a rock and was quite excited at the prospect of autumn. There was a warm breeze, pink skies, and a big fat giant mountain with a little city all laid out for my blue eyes to see. I also saw four deer. They are definitely on my top five animals.

When I was looking out over the view and sitting amongst the tall blowing grass, I felt like I should hum out an offering to the mountain. I had an idea of some Native American spin off sounds I would make but then I felt a little ridiculous so I just ended up swearing at the crickets who kept jumping six feet up in the air and darting right at my frickin EYEBALL! Way to ruin the moment wannabe Jimminies.

Until next time,

The Rusty Mush