Bravery

What truly makes a person brave? Or a coward? Why do we classify people like this? Do we truly do it based on actions, or on appearance? And if we do classify based on actions, how can we be sure that we are judging the truth? The way actions look after the fact is entirely different than the way they look during the fact. And if all seems lost, do you save those with you and run? Is that really only cowardice if the people who stayed are triumphant? And is they die, if their lives are lost, is the runner the hero then? Is he the one who knew when to quit and save himself? Is that truly the way we work? Is it a flawed way of thinking, and a flawed way of life? Are we all truly cowards? Or are we all truly heroes?

Truth

What, pray tell, is the truth? And what is the lie? Is everything we are told just a shade of the truth or a shade of a lie to manipulate us? Because, really, that's all a lie does, really. It manipulates us into believing something else other than the truth. But really, truly, what is the truth? How would you know if your life is just an elaborate well fabricated lie? What if it is?

Magic

What is magic? Is it real? Is magic the whirlwinds of leaves that appear in the fall? Is magic the birth of a baby? Or is magic, really, a scientific feat? Is our world really just a scientific puzzle, waiting to be picked apart and pinned down and labeled? Are we really just, in the end, an experiment? A test, one of many proving something? Or is the world truly magical, somewhere we can be totally oblivious to the world outside our little planet, and yet be totally safe? Can science explain to me why my horse trusts me implicitly, though I have barely equaled what he has given me? Is it not magical when two become one and soar over a fence higher then most men stand? That gut feeling that tells you how and when you should do what? And it's always right. Is it not also magical when a dog knows exactly where to find his injured master? Is there no hope for the human race? Hope is defied by science. Science, by it's very nature, claims hope cannot exist. But we all hope for something. For a better tomorrow, for a wound to heal, for a friendship to be rekindled or forged. Our hopes, our dreams, are all that lives on past us into others. Because other people dream as we do, and other people hope as we do. So are we creatures of magic, born in a miracle, or are we creatures of science, born on a sterile steel table, predicted and proven?

Time

Time is a funny thing. Sometimes, seconds and minutes pass achingly slowly, and sometimes you blink and they're gone. Just like that, with no explanation. One wonders if clocks were merely invented so we could be surprised at the passing of time, and despair at the passing of it. And then there is the possibility that clocks were invented so we could know that we are late, that we must rush. If we lived in a world without clocks, would we feel less rushed? Or would we feel more rushed, not knowing how much time is left in the day, only to be finished early, with hours of sun still left to enjoy? Perhaps we cannot function without a device for measuring time. Maybe we always need to know that we can know how much time is left. Is it survival instinct that does this to us? Having to know how much time is left before our life runs out? Just maybe we can wean ourselves of the clock, that indescribable need to know what time it is. We are inextricably bound to time itself, counting out how many seconds we have to live. But do we need to know what time it is? Or is that, like the internet, something we can live without?

The End

Today, a friend of mine's horse broke his leg, and due his age, he was really old, he had to be put down. It was very sad. It made me think about how horse people, at least the ones worth knowing, are ridiculously devoted to their horses. There are those who argue that we give them too much, that we are giving more than we receive. These people are wrong. Give a horse enough love, and they will die for you. Literally. I've seen horses do it. And if my horse was sick, I'd do anything, give anything, to make him better. And if it comes down to something he can help in the ring, he'll do it for me. And that's what makes us such a good team, that irreplaceable complete and total trust. I trust him to carry me safely over the jump, and he trusts me to take care of him on the ground. We are the ultimate team. We are trust. We can do anything, as long as we have each other.

Pride. . . and Loyalty

So, according to my friends and several internet quizzes, my ultimate flaw is my pride, and my greatest quality is my loyalty. So about the pride, I have to agree. I mean, I am always proud of my work. But loyalty? What am I going to do with that?

Stuff

"When life gives you lemons. Make orange juice and leave people wondering how you got that."

"Shoot for the moon, even if you miss you'll land among the stars."

"Holy insert swear word of your choice here."-Iggy

"Never miss a good chance to shut up."

"Other than my fashion sense? I play a mean harmonica." - Fang

"I vill now destroy the Snickuhs bahrs!" - Gazzy

"When you can't see the bright side of life, polish the dull side."

"But I'm not an orang-utan." Alex Rider

"Well la-di-da for him." Maximum Ride

"Your hair looks like a haystack, but I like it." Edward Cullen

"I'm sorry if I'm not the right kind of monster for you Bella." Jacob Black

"Show me the damn ring Edward." Bella Swan

"I don't have a mustache you idiot." Maximum Ride

"Enough with the constipation song." Nudge

"I feel like pudding." Iggy

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Girls
are like
apples on trees.
The best ones are
at the top of the tree.The
boys don't want to reach
for the good ones because they
are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they're amazing. They just
have to wait for the right boy to
come along, the one who's

brave enough to
climb all
the way
to the top
of the tree.

This is Bunny.

(\_/)
(O.o)
o(/_._\)o

On the other hand, this is Kitty.

／l、
（ﾟ､ ｡ ７
l、 ~ヽ
じしf,)ノ

Kitty is Bunny's nemesis. Or evil accomplice. Nobody really knows.

1. If you're not angsty, you should be.
2. There is no such thing as coincidence.
3. Evil takes the form of four Japanese mangaka.
4. Everything's better in alternate universes.
5. If you're precious to your brother, you're probably doomed.
6. Actually, if you're precious to anyone, you're doomed.
7. In fact, you're probably just doomed anyways.
8. Treasure your eyes. You never know when they'll be taken away.
9. Subtext really does equal buttsex.
10. Everything has a price.
11. The most powerful people are alcoholics.
12. Never trust the bunny/pork bun.
13. True love always prevails. Usually.
14. Love comes in all forms.
15. At least you’re not Subaru.
16. Nothing says love like agreeing to be somebody’s primary food source.
17. If someone comments on your eyes being pretty, you will probably lose them several chapters later.
18. Even if you and your beloved are a canon couple, by the end, you still won’t have kissed.
19. Even in other series, you still will not kiss.
20. If your grandparents are constantly on vacation, they most likely don’t exist.
21. Never carry your most treasured item around with you.
22. Everybody has an evil twin.
23. Tokyo Tower is, more than likely, the source of all evil.
24. If you’re good-looking, you’re doomed or angsty. Probably both.
25. Don’t expect to live a happy life. You’ll only be disappointed.
26. The more they smile, the harder they fall.
27. Your fan base is directly proportional to how angsty you are.
28. Everyone is pretty, even when bleeding or in agony.
29. Torture and mind games are just another way of showing you care.
30. Your boss is bad for you.
31. The world is split into three genders: male, female and androgynous.
32. Blood is aesthetic.
33. It’s not real magic unless you can conjure a two-meter-wide magic circle.
34. Flat strips of paper can reach the same speed as an F1 race car.
35. Fire doesn’t burn unless the plot requires it to.
36. No matter how ripped your shirt gets, it’s not coming off.
37. Men with black hair and glasses (including sunglasses) cannot be trusted.
38. Anyone who says having magic powers is cool could not have been more wrong.
39. It’s possible to store two swords and enough clothing for four people inside the mouth of a bunny/pork bun.
40. Who wears short shorts? Little boy detectives wear short shorts!
41. Four leaf clovers aren’t as lucky as they’re made out to be.
42. If you’re a character voiced by Megumi Ogata/cool/fan favourite/bishounen, you’re doomed.
43. Hell, you’re in a CLAMP work. You’re doomed.
44. Remember your dreams- they’re the key to the plot.
45. If you can’t whistle, “hyuu” instead.
46. If you feel someone’s watching you, they probably are.
47. If he’s tall, dark and handsome, he’s taken- by the outrageously cute boy standing next to him.
48. Feathers have the ultimate power. Buy a chicken.
49. If your series is happy sugar-coated fairies and gay, you will most likely all die a horrible death at the hand of a psychotic clone.
50. Everything will be alright.
51. Just because you return from a journey, doesn’t mean you’ll return in one piece.
52. Everything happens in Tokyo.
53. Cute stuffed animals make the best magical servants.
54. Swords longer than your height are easy to manage.
55. Attack names/chants are more important than actual skill or experience.
56. Cherry blossoms are a sign of good luck.
57. Cherry blossoms are a sign of bad luck.
58. Cherry blossoms are- sod that, if you see cherry blossoms, run.
59. Even after your heart is pierced by someone's hand, you will still have plenty of time to divulge deep dark secrets/words of wisdom/angst/last words before you actually die.
60. Show your true love not by exchanging rings, but eyes.
61. No one is really happy. They’re just hiding some dark secret.
62. Dressing someone up in cute but outlandish outfits is a sign of great love and affection.
63. The easiest way to solve a love triangle is to kill somebody.
64. Inanimate objects have feelings.
65. Eyes, especially magic ones, are in high demand.
66. Cosplay is completely normal in Tokyo.
67. Love your parents while you can.
68. The general public is oblivious to strange/supernatural/inexplicable/mysterious events/people/objects.
69. Don’t give your name to strangers.
70. Wherever you are, there is a Miyuki somewhere in the background.
71. Apparently, magic allows you to eat other people’s eyes like candy.
72. Walking between a fence and a lamp-post will send you to another time/dimension.
73. Never trust shop owners.
74. If you have a twin/clone/someone who looks like you, most likely one of you will die before the series is over.
75. It's all fun and games till someone loses an eye- then it's a pairing.

~Rowan

Bumper Stickers

These are real life bumper stickers:

Dyslexics are teople poo

Friends help you move. Real friends help you move bodies.

It's lonely at the top, but you eat better

All generalizations are false

If at first you do succeed, try not to look astonished

Time is the best teacher; unfortunately, it kills all its students

I majored in liberal arts. Would you like fries with that?

Stress is when you wake up screaming and you realize you haven't fallen asleep yet

Your proctologist called, he found your head

If you're physic, think "honk"

Please do not honk-driver sleeping

Proud member of PETA- People Eating Tasty Animals

Some people just don't know how to drive. I call them "everyone but me"

See ya
~Rowan

Flubbed Headlines

Here's some flubbed headlines. You have to think: 'what were these people thinking?'

Infertility Unlikely to be Passed On

State Says Cost of Saving Money Too High

Deer and Turkey Hunt For Disabled People

Pecan Scab Disease Causing Nuts to Fall Off

These are great. My favorite four are above. I've got to go, so I will try to update as soon as possible.

Ciao,
~Rowan

T. A. Barron's "Merlin's Dragon"

These are some awesome quotes from one of my favorite books, T. A. Barron's Merlin's Dragon. Here is the first one:

"At the moment an egg cracks, its magic, at last, is released into the world. Or is it the other way around? Is the world, at last, allowed inside the egg?'

"Memory can be hot as molten lava, or cold as a frozen glacier. But it's rarely reliable. Even when it come back to you, clear and true, it can vanish on the next gust of wind. Sometimes it's not really even a memory. Just a hint, or a glimpse, or a mirage. Yet strange as it sounds, that sort of memory can be the truest of all."

"Eat or be eaten, they say. Not very encouraging words. And not very accurate, either. For I discovered early on in life that it's perfectly possible to eat a lovely delicious meal-and then, when it's time for dessert, to get eaten."

"I learned something valuable that day-a lesson I've never forgotten. It's worth listening well to what you hear. No matter how bizzare the story. . . or how bizarre the story teller."

"Who was it who warned, be careful what you wish for? Whoever they were, I'd like to crush them under a mountain of boulders. Tear out their innards. Roast them over searing hot flames. And then. . . I'd tell them they were right."

"Size is more elusive than I ever guessed. It's less something you see, more something you feel. The same person can feel as huge and enduring as a mountain, or as small and transient as a breath."

So those are the first batch. I've got more coming, just you wait. These suckers are freaking awesome.

See y'all around,

~Rowan

Summertime

I have 2 days left of school. TWO DAYS. I'm so close. Here's a poem that I find "inspiring" (I think its good).

Late nights
Water fights
Beach time
Pillow fights
Ice Cream
Sweet Dream
School's out
Summer's IN

Another one:

Late nights
Water fights
Cool shades
Lemonade
Sleepin' in
Tanned skin
School's out
Summer's IN

Soon, I shall be putting up these awesome little thingies from this book I read. They're cool.

When I started this blog, I promised my self I would update EVERYDAY. See how well that panned out. So, I'm sorry. Not that I have anyone to be sorry to.

Live On,
~Rowan

Absence

To make myself feel better, I have too pretend that all you people who I imagine read my blog and actually don't were devastated by my long absence. Sadly, I must fly away again. (And I know no one actually reads this, never fear for my sanity.)

~Rowan

Old People

Ever wonder about old people? Like how the hell they got so old and crotchety without someone killing them. I would kill old people who were annoying if they lived with me. But I must go. I running on friggin' empty, and I HAVE to get some sleep.

Sleep all,

~Rowan

Thursdays

Thursdays are terrible. They're after the hump day, Wednesday, but before the good day, Friday. So why do they exist? To tempt those with the five day week into thinking the week is almost over when, in reality, IT'S NOT. Thursdays are God's worst trick: one we have to face every week. SO just as your getting over the last one, BAM, another one comes and hits you in the face.

<3,
Rowan

P. S. for those that didn't understand what <3 means, it means I less than 3 you. TTFN

Color

What is color really?

RED could mean anger or STOP, or love

ORANGE could mean fruit or. . . . fruit

Yellow could mean happiness or a nice sunny day or the sun

Green is my favorite color and it could mean grass, or go, or spring

Blue is also nice. Water, winter, calm, the sea

Purple. . . excitement. . . pizazz (awesome word)

Black is depressing, solemn, serious

Brown is warm and homey

White (I know this isn't white, but it was as close as I could get). . .emptiness, blank, paper

In conclusion, I like color. And italics.

Hang loose,
Rowan

Kings and Queens

Kings need strong names. Like the most famous Kings of old had strong names. King Arthur. King Richard. King John. Names are important. I like my given name, (you thought I was going to tell you what my gin name was, didn't you? Haha, no.), but I like my chosen name a lot too. I have two chosen names. I've already said both of them. I use Rowan more than Kay, but I like both, and I think they're both strong names.

Being a Queen is a unique experience. Being a moarch with a horrible name is the worst thing I can think of. Like Queen Ursula. That was the name of my gym teacher in elementary school. She was a bitch. Queen Tracy sounds awkward to. How about Queen Nan? That sounds meek. And rather grandmotherly.

Live on,
Rowan

Ancient History

Ancient History is death, joy, hunting, being prey, love, torture, dying, eating, drinking, starving, thirsting, wishing for more, giving, getting, damning, being damned,killing, living, sleeping, being wrong, wishing for less, being right, slicing, dicing, clearing a forest, rebuilding what has been lost, losing, winning, and murder.

That's what Ancient History is.

My Horse, my gorgeous, gorgeous horse

So, when I made this blog I promised myself I wouldn't make this about my life, because even though this is anonymous (see previous entry) if I say something unflattering or nasty about someone, that person will just randomly read this and then figure out who wrote it and who I'm talking about. And then, whoa, I'm in deep shit. But this is entirely flattering and not even about a person. It's about the horse that I ride, let's call him Roh. That's not his real name, but the whole deep shit thing? Yeah, it applies here too. He's awesome. I rode him today, and then I gave him a bath and grazed him in the sunshine, and he was gorgeous. I'm so happy. Could you tell?

Hang loose,

Rowan

Religion

I am sorry to anyone who offended by the following question:

Why the hell do people need religion? What's it giving them anyway?

That will be all, class

~Rowan

Senior Cut Day and Teen Arts

So, today we had Senior Cut Day, the day that seniors get to skip with full attendance credit, which means that they aren't marked as absent, even though they weren't there. Also, today was Teen Arts, which is this competition which people from the band and who do amazing artwork. Or sing. When I sing, I sound like a dying cat, I used to play flute but I sucked, and I'm a pretty fair artist, but not good enough to go to Teen Arts. So, in my Latin class today, which is all grades, cause it's just the first level of Latin, we had five out of 18. Nice deal. I have nine classes a day, and two of those are a lunch and a study hall. I saw five movies, took one test, played one game, and had one extra free period. Nice deal. I have Friday off, and Monday of course for Memorial Day. So, I had a nice day.

TTFN

Rowan

Being Anonymous

I love this. I'm totally anonymous. None of the people who don't read this have any idea who the hell I am. If I insult anyone by accident, I hope they'll never know. They probably won't, because I have no intention about saying any names. That's gonna bite me in the ass. I can feel it. But, still. None of my friends are reading this, or if they are (which I doubt), they don't know its me talking. Now you're all like, shit, this could be my best friend. For most of you, I'm not. But for some of you I AM. How creepy is that? So beans.

Here are some of my all time favorite quotes:

Remember: an amateur built the ark, but professionals built the Titanic

Flying is the art of trying to hit the ground and missing

Life is a terminal illness

I'm going to live forever or die trying

Never take life seriously. No one gets out alive anyway.

What's the point of being "cool" if we don't get to wear sombreros?

And yes, the last one is from Calvin and Hobbes. I love them

Here's some from my favorite books EVER. . .Maximum Ride

"Holy (insert swear word of your choice here.)"-Fang-MR-AE

"I look like prep school Barbie. Actually, you look like prep school Barbie. I'm just one of her friends." -Nudge-MaximumRide-SOF

"Rowr!" -Fang-MaximumRide-SOF

"She offered to cook breakfast."-Fang-MR-SOF

"Those wacky Brits called fries 'chips'. And potato chips were 'crisps'. And cookies were 'biscuits'. I had no idea what real biscuits were called. Wangdoodles?" ~Max-MR-StWaOES

Jeb turned to her. "She's incorruptible." Bully for me. "At least by power." I said. "You haven't tried chocolate or cute shoes" ~Max and Jeb-MR-Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports.

You... are...a... fridge...with...wings...We're...freaking...ballet...dancers! ~Fang-MR-SOF

"I'm hit, Max. They got me. I guess I'm gonna live fast, die young, and leave a beautiful corpse, huh?" Okay. In my experience, if you're really hit or seriously hurt, you don't say much. -Total and Max-MAX

Fang swerved closer to me, big and supremely graceful, like a black panther with wings. Oh, God. I'm so stupid. Forget I just said that. -Max-MAX

"What's your name?" "Isabella von Frankenstein Rothschild." -Angel answering Steve-MAX

"South America. It'll be warm. They have llamas. You like llamas." -Max-MAX

Peace out y'all,
Rowan

Sleeping & Running

Today we were watching a movie in health class (I'll get back to this, there's more to it), and I fell asleep. Now, this happens a lot. I have a pretty busy schedule, so I'm always tired, and when they turn the lights out, unless I'm taking notes or doing a worksheet, I'm asleep. It's not like the teachers notice. So, I fell asleep and I was dreaming. I was dreaming that I was chasing down my friend, dressed like a hot dog vendor (she later told me that that's the summer job she got, so technically I'm physic. Did I spell that right?) Anyway, I was desperate to catch her. I also know why, which is fairly unusual for a dream. She had my dog. Logical, no? So, the bell rings. The bell always wakes me up. Its like a supremely annoying alarm clock that chimes 7 times. So, anyway, the bell rings. I shoot out of my seat, grab my stuff, and run, like I mean I was booking it, to my English class. Here's the kicker: my English class is about 100 feet down the hallway.

So, I said I would get back to the health movie. It was about stress and how it can ruin your life or something like that. But, in the first ten minutes that I watched, I realized something. Every health movie I've ever seen has people roller blading in it. Not skate boarding or roller skating, ROLLER BLADING. Check it out for me. Maybe it's just the movies we watch in my health class.

Here's something neat:

This is a strictly mathematical viewpoint...it goes like this:
What Makes 100? What does it mean to give MORE than 100? Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100? We have all been to those meetings where someone wants you to give over 100. How about achieving 103? What makes up 100 in life?
Here's a little mathematical formula that might help you answer these questions:
If:
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Is represented as:
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26.
Then:
H-A-R-D-W-O-R-K
8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98
And
K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E
11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96
But ,
A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E
1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100
And,
B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T
2+21+12+12+19+8+9+20 = 103
AND, look how far ass kissing will take you.
A-S-S-K-I-S-S-I-N-G
1+19+19+11+9+19+19+9+14+7 = 118
So, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that While Hard work and
Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get you there, it's the Bullshit and Ass kissing that will put you over the top.

How's that for smart?

Rowan out.

2nd Time Around

Wow, okay. So I'm posting twice today. I don't know why I'm doing this either. This window was just open on my laptop, and it was calling to me. Nothing amazing has happened to me. Currently? My life still sucks. Though now I think I have a friend that I can at least lean on, if not fall on. Not that you asked. But I have a history paper to finish, so I should go. But thanks for listening to what I didn't tell you. Which you didn't.

Me, Myself, and I

So, my real name is not Lady Kay. Or even Kay. I'm not going to tell you my real name. You can call me Rowan or Kay. I don't really know why I set this up. Maybe because right now in my life I'm lacking a really good friend who I trust never to sell me out. Maybe because my life is crashing down around my shoulders. Or, really, my ankles. I don't really expect anyone to read this. I mean, really, who cares that much about me? And I really hope this won't blow up in my face. Though, knowing my luck, it will. So I'll try my hardest not to bash anybody or anything, and you guys can try your hardest not to hear me until I make a mistake and make someone mad at me.