Why I'm glad I know Kung Fu..

I forgot to mention this in my last post but, believe me, it does bear mention:

Yesterday morning, Caitlin, Kelly, Liz, and I were all on the bus coming back from Amherst center and I had to sit next to a sketchy (and probably homeless) guy because there were no other seats open. I'm across the aisle from Caitlin and Liz and I can't help but notice that the guy I'm sitting next to is acting really, really weird. Like, he'd keep leaning forward to look at me and stuff. I thought he was just being a sexually-deprived homeless person, but when I leaned over to tell Caitlin how much he was creeping me out, she said "I think he's trying to get into your bag."

This made me chuckle for a couple of reasons, one being because I was just imagining what I would do if he tried to pickpocket me. Caitlin asked if I wanted to trade seats with her (since she didn't have a bag) and I told her no. I wanted to let him give it a shot.

And he did. The moment that I felt my bag move, I swung around and jammed my knuckle into the pressure point located on the inside of his upper-arm (which makes your whole arm go numb temporarily). Needless to say, he released his hold on the bag.

So then I smirked a little bit and said "Weren't expecting that? Try again and I'll break it." I think it's pretty bad that I enjoyed putting the guy in his place, but whatever; He deserved it.

People keep asking why I'm so dressed up today. I tire of explaining it (especially since "Because it's Rosh haShanah" is not a viable reason for most and they require further explanation).

I miss my family a lot. At least I'm surrounded by a bunch of great friends who have decided to forego partying tonight because I can't go with them. My girls are the best.