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