#schizzyweirdo

Life is going to be so much different once people start dying. It seems like the mentality of life before millennials was to carry on and prosper tradition over individuality. Today, I see a lot of youth living for themselves, which is great, but different. I feel life will be unimaginably different as a society in about 20 years time. When the hated and loved elders start to disappear and a far more informed yet intangible youth start to take their shape in the world. It’s going to be weird when the rules of the game are changed.

I feel like my organs have been caramelized since 1st grade. Thank you Coka-Cola. Much obliged for the sweet meats.

I was driving around in the rain like I usually do and i see this bright bright orange haired lady walking along the side of the road, huddled up in a jacket looking all cold and sad. I've seen her hitchhiking before, so I figured this was no different. So I stop beside her and roll down my window and ask her if she'd like a ride or at least a break from the chilly weather. She smiled and said "no thanks, I'm actually trying to make some money." She did the little pinchy rubby thing people do with their thumb and finger tips to symbolize that she needed some cash. I became a bit unsettled as she asked if I was interested. I said no thanks and asked if she was sure she didn't want any help. She said she was fine and thanked me for the offer none the less. She started walking away and I drove off. Quite a strange little encounter. Never actually talked to a prostitute before. She seemed sweet.l. I feel kinda sorry for her though. I hope she's alright.

Only five more days 'til Halloween and I'm already feeling spoopy as fuck. I can't wait. Grade A spoops shall commence!!

Went for a hike on Beauty Mountain today to shoot a sunset, but mostly just walked around and shot the forest instead. Pretty sunset though. Anyway, photo binge warning!!!

I've successfully achieved age 20! Where's my trophy?!!....No trophy? ..Aww, okay. -.- Whatever, guess I'll just celebrate the old fashion way then. With friends, cake, sweet things, and driving around doing fuck all. Commence the jigglin'!!!

Giving this shit ass use-to-be blog some life once more. I feel like sharing some of my photography again. Maybe I'll write some more little diaries about some of the odd and unusual stuff I see. I don't know. Givin' it a shot.

I probably should have posted about it around the time that it actually happened like a normal person, but, ya know, normal's not particularly what I'm known for. Anyway, like a week and a half ago, I tried smoking the coveted mary-ja-waynus for the first time. I just left from doing piss poor at an FNM and the topic came up with a few of my friends that I had never partaken before. So they invite me over to try it and I say yes out of curiosity and innocent, boyish like confidence. (it was absolutely fucking nerve wrecking for me in my head, but they didn't need to know that) They didn't have any bowls or bongs or even any classy beverage cans to smoke it out of, so they just poked holes into a Canada Dry soda'r can. The least of classy of drinks. We had to go outside to smoke because they didn't want the house to reek of our shame, which sucked because it was 3:00AM and the weather was nearly Han Solo in Carbonite degrees. I was shaking like an older fellow with the Parkinson's who was far more disgruntled than usual. When the shitty titty can was passed to me, I burnt my thumb trying to ignite the precious baggy fruit because neither of them told me I had to inhale while I lit the flame. Trusting them to fill me in on the "need to know" was a beginner's mistake. After I actually filled my lungs with the dried up crisps of a once-plant. . . . abso-fucking-lutely NOTHING happened. I didn't feel any different, I didn't act any different, I barely even got any vomit in my hair. This causes me to believe that I may in fact be a super hero who's impervious to the tainting musk that is marijuana. Worst, super power, EVER. Disappointing to say the least. So they just went to sleep and I stayed up listening to music until I too went to sleep in a kind of bummed laze. One of them woke me up later and had said "Dereck, wake up. Someone just texted me and they sad you're missing." Apparently I had forgotten to let anyone know where I had gone and a few people had thought I'd run off for  rapin' or something. . . I kind of hoped I would have seen milk cartons with my picture on them like in the good ol' days of missing people, but alas, I did not. So that's pretty much the tale of my first toke. Pretty miserable to say the least, but there's a good chance I may try it again. I blame Canada Dry.