The bunnies are indistinguishable, except that mine is a tiny bit smaller in size. Otherwise, they are identical in colour, appearance, and markings. I guess we'll have to wait for their personalities to develop before we can really tell them apart. I suspect mine will have the dominating personality, though.

I already know it's smarter than Sasha's bunny, which is evident through its clear love of newspapers.

The rabbit doesn't know it yet, but it's going to be possibly the most blogged about animal in history.**

*I'm sure the first response to this post will be some eager over-achiever sourcing that title. Ah, it's pretty obvious, so it wouldn't surprise me.

**Don't worry, I'm not going to be one of those people who dresses their animals up in stupid outfits or anything. It's just pretty likely that I'm going to take lots of gratitutous pictures of me holding the rabbit.

Alice, Sasha and I walked to the Chloe and Adam's house for pre-going out wine, last night.

Chloe, Adam, Chloe's mom (who is visiting), Denise and Scott. When Chloe's mom met Sasha and I, she excitedly said, "Oh, you're Canadians!"

We talked to these kids for a bit, but I couldn't stop staring at the guy on the right's "Improv Camp" t-shirt. As a former "drama nerd" myself, I knew I shouldn't be questioning the fact that he was wearing the said t-shirt. After all, we were at a fundraiser kegger for a comedy troupe. Yet, for some reason, I still found myself biting my tongue. (I'm a bad person.) "How did you guys end up here?" I asked them, after finding out that they also didn't know anyone at the party. "Actually, our drama teacher e-mailed us about it."

Wow, makes me wish I went to York. Since when do profs e-mail their students about keggers?

We became friends with this guy, who just walked up to us and handed us jello shooters (I'm always friends with people who immediatly give me shots as a friendship offering.) I sympathized with him about the lack of girls.

He was still excited to be there.

This is the only picture Sasha and I took together all night that we could agree on. I had to delete the rest due to difference of opinion.

"Hi, I'm going to take your picture and then post it on the Internet because I'm bored right now, okay?"

(It's strange how many people are willing to cooperate when you walk up to them and simply state this fact.)

Waiting in line for the bathroom was also kind of boring.

(Disclaimer: my pose was clearly mocking something or other, although at this point in time I can't recall what, exactly.)

Have you ever waited forever in line to use a bathroom at a party, and wondered what was taking the person ahead of you so long? I really liked the colour of the bathroom, okay? (I would like to note that there wasn't actually a line for the bathroom. I'm not that inconsiderate.)

Thanks for inviting us, Jason.

Then we met these cute gay boys at Domino's. They live just down the street from us.

Just another Friday night.

Have You Seen This Girl?

But don’t worry, it won’t be like the time the original actress who played Vivian Banks on Fresh Prince of Bel Air changed, and we were all expected not to notice and just to accept that she was the same person. Even her own children didn't seem to notice she was an entirely different woman.

It will be more like the time when Oz left Buffy, and new characters (namely Willow’s lesbian love interest) were introduced instead. And Seth Green still managed to fill our werewolf expectations by occassionally guest-starring* on the show.

. . .yah, it will be more like that.

*I hope Court turns into one of those characters who is around frequently enough that instead of introducing her name in the opening credits with the subtitle "guest-star", she'll be on the show often enough to just have her name included in the closing credits. Although, when it comes down to it, I'd love for her face to be there when the theme song plays at the start of the show.

Free Admission!*

*Apparently they had to reduce their prices in order to compete with the guy with the goiter at the corner of Dundas & Yonge who chants in Latin under his breath and hands out religious phamplets.

. . .here's proof that I didn't spend my entire Easter weekend drinking:

On Friday night, after spending all day in a bus with Sasha, Monique and I headed out to Absolute Comedy to meet Melissa.

And when I say "meet" Melissa, I mean that in the most literal sense possible. Melissa and I are Internet friends.

Amanda and Melissa brought us to some basement to sing karoke. I'm not sure who was braver: Monique and I for going into the depths of some mystery basement with strangers we met off the Internet, or Amanda and Melissa for exposing themselves to our horrible singing voices?

What's this guy holding? Oh, yah, it's my foot.

Great.

(Three words: Out. Of. Control.)

And then. . .we sang Spice Girls. Which really is a shame, because I can't sing. (And just to clarify, I don't suffer from false modesty. When I say I can't sing, I can't sing. I wish I could offer an apology to everyone who was there to witness this.)

If you want to see more pictures, check out Melissa's blog. (Which by the way, is awesome all the time, not just when I'm feature on it. Hell, it made me want to meet her! Also, thanks to Adrian for technically** introducing us.)

* Word on the street is that Jason also literally carried me out of the bar. So, uh, I guess I can't be too upset about the shots. Thanks, Jason!

**Have I ever mentioned that I love puns?

"Mark, I need to tell you something unfortunate about beards."

"What Jess?"

Jess, Natty, girl whose name I can't remember, and Julia.

Court and Mat were headed home, but wanted to play one last round before they left the bar. This pose in particular in incrediable, because both Brie and I are acting as Player #2 and telling them to "Get Off That Thing!"

At this point in the night, we decided we were sick of the Madison, and agreed that whenever Sasha and the other girls returned, we would head to another bar. I went to get some water while we waited.

When I returned, there was a bouncer was standing menancingly over Brie and Mark. "We have to leave," they told me.

"What? Why!?" I was confused.

"We'll tell you once we get outside," the told me in hushed voices.

I felt guilty. Was it my fault? Did they kick us out of the bar because I insisted upon playing numerous rounds of Get Off That Thing?

As it turns out, I had nothing to do with it. (Which is a first!) On Brie's own birthday celebration, she got us kicked out of the bar for the worst reason possible. While I was getting water, Brie and Mark grabbed my camera from my bag, and proceeded to take pictures down Brie's shirt.

I don't normally do public service announcements, but I feel inclined to right now.

Have you ever spent an entire afternoon at a food bank?

However, it may involve engaging in a number of suspiciously illegal activities in order to revive your faith.

The iconography marked the way.

"Jess was here?" Sarah asked.

"I'd never defile property. I think Canice did that just to spite me," I said defensively.

"You'd probably leave a quote, not your name," said Sonja. "No, wait, you wouldn't leave a quote. You'd leave a question behind."

It's scary how well some people can have you pinned.

The view of Toronto from the 18th floor.

Without flash.

With flash. (Okay, I think I've expressed my point about the limitations of my camera now.)

Pierre, Jake, Caroline, Chris Miller and Charles all performed. Chris Miller (who has the unfortunate problem of sharing his name with the newspaper editor that was partially responsible for the closing down of "i enjoy being a slut") was phenomenal. I'll try to get a link to his music in the very near future.

Charles closed the night by delivering his sermon.

We're saved.

(Whose your saviour? Mine's music.)

"Yah, I only have two weeks of classes left. Then I'm coming home, then back to Toronto to work for six weeks, and then I'm leaving the country!"

"Back to work?" My Dad seemed genuinely confused.

"Yah, the Career Centre has created a position for me so that I can work there until I leave for Vanuatu."

"Oh," he paused, still sounding confused. "Are they actually going to pay you?"

Last night I went to "Sugar Coated: This Addiction of Forever" with Sasha, Court and Court's mom Debbie.

Sugar Coated is the second year fashion students' evening wear collection, and the third years' menswear collection. It's organized and produced by the Fashion Communications students at Ryerson.

In plainspeak, Brie organized the show, and Sasha and Court's designs were in it.

The back view.

After the show, I was tired, had no money, tons of homework and writing to do, and a First Aid course in the morning. I decided that I should probably stay home.

Denise also randomly showed up at the restaurant with her friends in time to read our fortune cookies.

While we waited outside to catch a cab, Alex tried to convince me to bring him home to spoon with me.

Yes, you read right. He wanted me to bring him home and spoon with him.

"Let me guess," I asked him, "it's the end of the night, you're too tired to do anything else, and all you want to do is cuddle with someone and pass out? Do you see my point?"

Alex admitted that finally saw the brilliance and the point of my spooning plan.

"I don't spoon around," I told Alice as we pulled away in a cab headed home, minus Alex.

And then I went home, drank loads of water, and settled comfortably into bed alone.

And Katrina tried to convince us that she was dressed like a lesbian.