Freedom! Oh crap, jury duty. Never mind.

Okay, so what am I, eighteen years old? Those cradle-robbers at the Courts have already got my number (or rather, my name on the jury duty summons). At first, I thought they were just toying with me when they sent the preliminary questionnaire. So in good faith, I blithely sent it back filled out truthfully. Also so I wouldn't be punished by the law for being in contempt or something. Then a few days ago a letter comes in saying that I need to come in for three days starting Jan. 3rd and - I'm not sure on the details here because my dad was vague - sit around waiting for my name to be called. I can't imagine that would take three days. But still. More importantly, how is it that nine short months after adulthood, I already have to do jury duty?!? This sucks, I need to go exercise my adult privileges more (ie. buy lottery tickets and porn all day) to make up for this added responsibility. I hope I don't get picked again till I'm at least thirty. That's only fair, right.

In other news. Done exams. Check. "Aced" exams. Check. Except physics, but I sort of aced it for me, so I guess that's still included. I'm so pleased that I did even better this round than last round. This definitely means that slowly but surely, I'm making that adjustment from slacking off all the time to working my ass off all the time. And oh, what a painful, painful adjustment.

I have been on the go, kiddos. Saw Stella's lovely lovely new house. It's very lovely. Especially the kitchen. Excuse me while I drool all over myself in lust and jealousy. She's even got the LIGHTING down pat, it's so showroom. Also saw advanced screening for Casanova, which was surprisingly good and surprisingly funny, considering it stars Heath Ledger (who is not very hot, I might add). Also, rushing around for Christmas, trying to get my parents' Christmas present together in time for, what, SUNDAY? Aaaack. It's like homework all over again! But more enjoyable, of course. My aunt and uncle are coming over for Christmas, so it'll be a family affair. Because that's all the family we have in Canada, sadly enough. (Thanks a lot, immigration). You will all be pleased to know (except Mark, possibly) that I have indeed gotten a haircut. You know it's time when you take six inches off and it's STILL significantly below the shoulder. Although I wouldn't go so far as to say that my head feels lighter. But now I'm sad and lonely without my split ends to keep my company (kidding - gross, eh?) Anyway, one more day of rushing around and I'll head home for the holidays on Friday. I'm kind of scared to leave my place unattended for two whole weeks. What if there's some food or something leftover, and it rots and attracts insects and mice to my room? I DID already clean thoroughly, but you just never know. In my case, anyways.

Finally: it appears that all you rich people have gone off on holiday jaunts during the break. Is ANYBODY staying in Toronto? Yeesh. Because I'm still gunning after that euchre tournament/movie thing!