Where are the brakes??

I finally changed my blog URL. The old one was just getting old. Right after I came back from Israel people were trying to convince me to change it, move on, (my new title) etc. But change and me don't go so well. So I put it off. But now it's done.

The funny thing is, people are STILL asking me about Israel. My mind is worlds away from there. It's like a chapter that I'm over an done with, and would rather not think about. Not that I didn't have a good time there. I did. Just check out my old blog posts. But some things can only be dragged out for so long.

I have friends who still miss it, and don't want to move on. But there's no point living in the past.

I had a job interview today. Yes, the guy that thought I was aggressive. He was analizing me during the interview, and from the looks of things, he liked what he saw. I'll keep you posted on that.

Did you ever go rollerskating? The first time I learned how to rollerblade, I didn't know how to brake. So any time I wanted to stop, I just headed towards a fence, and put out my hands until I crashed into it, and it prevented me from falling. And hurt my hands.

Well I still skate like that. I never learned how to stop. I guess it's just not one of those things that can be taught. And I never trusted the brakes on the skates. I assumed that if you tried to use the brake, you would fly head over heels and crack open your skull. That is a scary possibility.

I feel like I'm in a race car, speeding towards nothingness. And again, I don't know how to use the brakes. So my hands are out, palms up, and I'm just waiting till I crash into the fence. I hope someone will brake my fall.