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There's a First Time For Everything...

...like the first time I kissed a girl (which was yesterday). Oh, and also, the time I started one of those online journal things. I don't plan on making this particularly introspective, since I am under no illusions that this is a "journal." I am making this for a) my amusement, and b) other people's amusement. So if you are expecting entries about how I cry when see a rose, or how my biggest weakness is turquoise pens, you've come to the wrong journal.
However, if you do want to hear about the "zany," "whacky," sometimes quixotic everyday happenings of a confused, overwhelmed, and opinionated college student, than you are in the right vicinity.

So, let's start off with today. At 12:00 AM I was just arriving in New York City, thanks to the driving of Ariel "NASCAR" Eckstein. In my car, the speedometer ends at 110 MPH. If we put my speedometer in Ariel's car, the needle would have snapped off about 43 seconds into the trip on Clover Ave (a very very very residential street) when Ariel almost smashed into four deer. And with that we were off. We made it to the Lincoln Tunnel in less than 40 minutes (put my address and something around the tunnel into Mapquest--I bet they estimate a slightly lengthier trip).

In NYC we finally settled on Little Italy, and after aimlessly wandering the area we assumed to be near Little Italy we came upon a huge sign over the street that said "Welcome to Little Italy." (The drive in the city was also adventurous, with Ariel cutting off some cabs, and other cars, including some punk ass youngens (to whom I gave my "blank, retarded face"))

We went to this really cool little joint called "Cha Cha's" and we all had great desserts. Ariel, aside from putting Speed Racer to shame, was also named "most masculine friend" by Bettina. I lost because I said I was fat, and you can fill in the blanks for the rest of the clique.

Today (today) I went with my mom and stepdad to the Short Hills Mall--which has apparently been named the new Ground Zero by the Department of Homeland Security. We first saw a huge group of SS looking cops walking through the mall, and then caught a glimpse of SWAT cops in full gear, WITH their machine guns in their hands. I guess that Al Queda figures if they can destroy every Fendi bag and Burberry scarf, then they've defeated the American spirit. If I were them I'd go for the massage chairs at Brookstone though.

Tonight, I decided that instead of doing something crazy like going out and being social, I would stay in and watch a three hour special about the training of Navy SEALs (the people, not the animals). It was awesome, and it made me realize that I may not be cut out for the SEALs--so I guess I'll have to settle for rabbi instead. But I'll still hold out for the possibility that the SEALs may one day need a scrawny rabbi to accompany them on a mission--ya never know.

Okay, that was long. And since I'm writing this for purely entertainment purposes, I'll try to keep it shorter in the future. Sorry, no witty closing.