After leaving two different vista points realizing that's not where I want to be yet, I arrived in La Jolla, San Deigo. It's a beach about two hours away from me near UCSD.

There's some swings on that beach, my favorite ones. I think the intention of stopping down there was to see it. When I walked to the end of the beach where they were, the swings were covered in caution tape. I thought that was pretty sad.

I sat on the bench listening to the waves break and kids playing while writing pages and pages of pointless gibberish. Something about the water just calms me enough so I could collect my thoughts. At the end I decided if nothing else, I still have the simple pleasures of life.

I went to a party later on that night. I met someone intriguing enough and quite down to earth. I like it that she can look me in the eye when she talks to me, it's quite refreshing. She had asked me to go visit her soon. I believe I will.