Today

I am doing this NaBloMo thing which is this thing that encourages you to write in your blog everyday for a month, except that I already missed a day and it has an option to post something there on their little website thing and I posted something there but I don't think it counts as an actual blog post, so why do that anyway. I thought what I wrote there what I wrote would appear in both places but it didn't, so now I am writing two completely different things in two not completely different places. All the while not doing my homework which is doing that annoying thing of tugging on the back of my brain while I think of reasonable things to do so I won't do it. I haven't thought of any yet so thats why I am writing my second post of today. Interesting huh? I am sure you are hanging on my every word. I hope you don't fall of cause falling hurts.

Have you heard the song that goes:

When I was one, I shot a gun

Over the Irish Seas!

I climbed aboard a pirate ship and the captain said to me,

"We're going, forward, backward, this way, that way, Over the Irish Seas!"

Whoo, Drank some juice to get me loose,

and thats the life for me!

well have you? It goes on with when I was two, when I was three, and if you know how to count you will know that, when I was four, comes next. Anyway I sang that song all the way up to twenty today. I also sang 99 bottles of rum on the wall, going down in increments of three. All very intertaining when you are incredibly bored. Rhyming a story with the first letter of each line starting with A and then the next line B and the next, guess what?!, C! But poems like that only last till you get to Z and then it s is just no fun to go back to A again.

Well thats all for now! I have some memorizing of lines to do, and dare I say, A LOT of homework.

Toodles!

Iggy

Re gearing

Ok, so, I got a bit bored with that story thing and it showed up upside down anyway. I'm gonna try something that nobody has ever thought to do on a blog, write about myself, probably complain a bit and post some random stuff that just comes up. Isn't that just a novel idea?

Lets start off with some introductions, I'm not going to tell you my name, Lets just say my name is Iggy, how does that sound. I chose that "name" for those of you who are wondering because it is a nickname of a word that rhymes with my name, clever right? I don't want to know your name, I'm sorry if that seems self-centered but I don't think anybody would want to give me there name so I don't want you to feel obligated or anything, I'm just that considerate. I have five chickens, one turned out to be an idiotic rooster that crows every 15minutes during the day and when ever you open the door at night. The chickens' names are, Algebra, Goose (she looked like a goose when she was a chick), India, Luna, and our roosters name was Grace while we thought he was a girl but then we had to change it to Gracen, to make it seem more manly.

I also have four cats, and if you are thinking, "wouldn't the cats chase those poor chickens?" then you are absolutely wrong those chickens chase those poor cats. The cats names are Gus, Charlotte, MiMi, and Oprah. And as if I didn't have enough pets I also have a little dog named Dixie. Dixie is an extremely good actor, I can never tell when she is she is so good. I think that she acts though because she has duel personalities A sweet little terrier dog where you can tell she just adores her owners and hangs on their every command, and the other side is the the poor untrained neglected dog where you think she might rip someones throat out.

My room is a mess and let no one tell you otherwise. If I ever post, "I cleaned my room!" assume that by the time you read it my room will be a pigsty once again. I have one of those awesome loft beds that they sell at Ikea except there is only about a foot and a half of room for me to be in between my mattress and ceiling.

Ok thats it for now, in case you were wondering, no I don't "tweet" I think that should be left for people who really care about the news not people commenting about cleaning their rooms.....plus I think that maybe I'm not mature enough for twitter since it bores me to death, in a way, I mean, I;m not dead or anything, in case you were wondering.