Today was pretty sluggish and slow until an impulsive bike ride at literally 3:45A.M. It was one of the most terrifying experiences in my life, but it was pretty fun. Thanks, Justin for the spontaneous adventure! I get really paranoid when I go bike riding at night because of my irrational fear that something might pop out and kill me. Nonetheless we went all the way to the pier. The roads were so dark and the trees made it look like a horror movie. We were going to go back, but when I'm called a pussy, I never turn back. I decided to let my frightened thoughts subside and conquered the fear of the inability to physically see clearly in an unknown setting. I tried to ignore the creaking of rust and rustling of bushes. I only became really scared when he told me about a girl getting raped on the pier and good thing, the pier was closed...I wouldn't have gone on it. Then we biked around UCSB for awhile. I decided to go off to a different path and I was scared because I saw a old Volkswagen van driving, but then I finally found Justin. Dumb bitch was at the library and was probably looking for me.

It was probably the most pointless bike ride because it was wet, muddy and my sweatpants got wet, but it was fulfilling in a sense. I felt like I did something different and took an opportunity to impulsively do something, which I haven't done in a long time.

I feel incandescently content with the way things are going. Things are looking up! A lot of good things will happen soon; I know it! Everything happens for a reason and with that in mind, I will continuously grow as a person.

P.S I must remember that patience is vital.