My two front teeth hurt today. That’s usually a sign of stress for me. I don’t know if you can tell from the pictures but I’ve got a bit of an underbite. My bottom and top teeth just meet with the bottom row just beating the top. Hoo-freakin’-ray. More confirmation that I got the short end of the genetic stick!

Anyway, when I’m tense said jaw deformity is no joking matter. I’m already tense by default. Remember those tight muscles about which I’ve bitched and moaned many times before? Like my rock hard back that causes me frequent pain and shocks masseurs and masseuses around the world, my jaw is not immune from the tension. My jaw must have been angrily clenched last night because this morning my teeth were aching. I hate that. It always makes me consider going through all the orthodontic procedures in the book. That would mean getting braces and hardcore jaw surgery that involves BREAKING my jaw, resetting it and wiring it shut for several months. Sounds fun, eh?

Wonder why I’ve just decided to stay deformed for now? Besides, you probably didn’t know about that last deformity until you read the last two paragraphs. I fooled you for all this time! Ha!

Don’t know exactly why I am tense. I just think that I’ve got way too much to do and too little time. It is always a bit of a hassle to get my schedule together. I’ve always got high aspirations and heaps of activities to balance. As expected, the work has been steadily piling up on me as I juggle volunteering at the school’s legal aid clinic, classes, catching up with everyone, organizing applications for intensive programs, cleaning, cooking, planning social engagements etc. etc. etc. I’m already a little behind mostly thanks to some course changes and bookstore* delays.

It might appear mundane, but it is all very exciting. I attended today’s social justice panel with some of my favourite friends, colleagues and mentors at the law school. There is so much work to be done. And if everything goes as planned, I’ll be doing some of it. Hopefully, I’ll get to spend the part of the rest of my law school career immersed in some social justice work. Looks like the next few weeks will be full of stressing and writing, but all for a good cause. Well, various good causes if you want to get nitpicky.

Maybe I’m tense because my birthday is coming up. Yes, folks. This girl is turning unlucky 24 on Friday. I already got to celebrate with some of my extended family (the paternal side) last weekend at the old birthday standby, Beijing-style restaurant Chung King Garden at Market Village. (You know, the plaza surrounding the newer and more famous Pacific Mall-“North America’s Largest Indoor Asian Mall.” The food wasn’t as good as usual. We all suspect that the chef has changed. Still enough to derail last week’s eating plan and 1 pound loss.

G was writing about needing to shave 30 pounds off his body. I’ve been trying to that for years. Here’s to another year of slowly clawing my way down the scale.

That requires battling demons like rage-induced sugar cravings. Like the one I had just a few minutes ago when I discovered a store credit note that expired yesterday. Grrrrreat. Of course after complaining to my mother and then to Dave on GoogleTalk, I had the strong urge to eat a bite of apple pie leftover from my brother’s 24 season premiere potluck party.

Someone back me up here. When you attend a potluck, first you find out what the host prefers you to bring because he/she is presumably making sure that there will be more to eat than 4 frosted carrot cakes, right? And then unless you’re in charge of something like traditional green salad, you make something appropriate, no?

My brother’s Jack Bauer-obsessed buddies almost all brought Chinese take-out in styrofoam containers. Two brought the very thing my brother bought before his guests arrived. For dessert, there was store-bought pie. Not even from a local bakery, but from the deceivingly named, “Front Street Bakery”, Dominion/A&P’s store brand.

Of course, I am only snobby enough to blog about such culinary heresy but not above eating it and feeling guilty afterwards.

Forgive me for the length. It has been too long. I’ve had much on my mind and plate (figuratively and unfortunately, literally.) Off to work and some long overdue correspondence.

*Our school doesn’t actually have a bookstore. Instead it has a “Materials Distrubition Centre” that serves Canada’s top law students at a window with counter. We queue up as though we’re about to order bad hot chocolate at a hockey arena snackbar. They’ve even got one of those metal gates. It’s awesome.

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