It is Saturday night. Well, Sunday morning. I am being stupid and staying up too late. It is 1:53 am, and I seemed to have reached the point of staying up too late when everything is amazing and weirdly bewildering. So if I come across as stranger than usual, that may be why. About a month ago, staying up this late wouldn't seem so bad, so I guess this means that I am getting back onto a school schedule. Nevertheless, I am up late, being amazed by the fact that I can follow myself on my own blog.
"Oh look! I have 9 followers now! That is a slightly less pitiable amount than my 8 before! Yaaaaawwwnnn."
I should really go to bed now. Tomorrow I am volunteering at my synagogue's sukkah hop. A sukkah is, well, look it up. Wait, here's a link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sukkah
Happy? For further clarification, if you eat in a sukkah while it is raining, you will get wet. If there is a severe thunderstorm, the branches on top of the sukkah will probably blow away and the sukkah will probably fall over. Which happened with my family's sukkah.
Anyways, a sukkah hop is when you go to different people's sukkahs and eat food and possibly do other stuff. They're quite fun, and this year I will be supervising the crafts table at one of the sukkahs. The little kids are actually quite cute, so I'm looking forward to it.
Now, it is time to actually go to bed. It is 2:11 am. It may be this late because I was reading Left Handed Toons and watching the nunchuk duck while being mystified.
Anyways, goodnight.
Socks today: An older pair I got from Bluenotes when they were having a large sale on socks. They are sort of argyle printish in blue with darker heels and toes. The argyle print incorporates hearts in a largely unexplainable way. They aren't very good quality socks, but nice for a day at home spent curled up in a corner reading. The book was actually an etymology book, because I finished the sequel to wicked and was extremely bored. W.O. nibbled the corners of it. On the bright side, I learned how to say the F-bomb in three other languages. (it was quite an interesting etymology book)
So, you may have been wondering about the ninja bunny part of my blog name. Actually, I'm fairly sure that most of my extremely small blog audience knows about my rabbit, Westley Ophelia.
One day, I was in the car, reading Blogging Twilight out loud to my mom and brother. We were on our way to try horseback riding for the first time at a smallish farm in the middle of Ontario's cottage country, A.K.A. The Middle of Nowhere. We passed an alpaca farm or two. Well one. Eventually, after many sections of Blogging Twilight, we pulled into a small horse farm. That is when I discovered W.O. At that moment I knew I should have her. With her ninja prowess, she had escaped her rabbit run, and two of the people who worked at the farm were chasing her in circles. Apparently she did this every day. Then she walked on the horse poop.
After the horseback riding and begging my mom to let me buy myself the rabbit, she let up. So I brought W.O. home. She still engages in ninja activities daily, like jumping onto my bed and running in circles, sneaking into my closets and refusing to come out, and licking people's toes.
A picture of westley:
There are also many other pets in my house. In fact, they outnumber the number of people.
Meeka: Meeka is a dog. If you want to call him that. He more closely resembles a cross between an extremely hungry horse and an excitable bulldozer. We've been working on training him, because it seems to bother people when a huge labradoodle jumps on them more than a miniature poodle would. I don't really get that, because I am a bit afraid of small dogs. Especially ones who are the exact same colour as the carpet, and snarl at you when you don't see them and step on their tails.
Rocky, Fluffy, and Spike: These are my brother's guinea pigs. They are rodents. That's pretty much it.
My socks today: One is light blue, one is dark blue. I was in that sort of mood today.
Hi!!
This is my new blog. You see, my last blog was lame. This blog will be less lame. I think I'll try to write about once a week, but chances are that won't happen, because I'm a world class procrastinator. In my quest to stop my procrastination, I'm going to do my homework. BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE! I think I'm going to tell people what socks I am wearing every time I write this. Socks are cool.
My socks today: Black with pink toes and ankle-y things, and pink heels. I'm really, really, not a bright pink sort of person, but I woke up after 1pm today. I had to go volunteer to help kids not staple themselves while making paper chains at 2, so I sort of grabbed the first socks I saw in my drawer.
