Blueberry with t-rex arms

I have no clever things to say in mind or any intention of making a coherent post whatsoever. I am terribly bored and even more tired, but by brain says "NOO! no sleepy. we post now. yees." So I'm like "Ok, brain, we can post. What do you want to write about?"
Brain: Win arguments in head. Yes. very clever. Ohohohohohho we go take pictures of squirrels now?
Me:  no, i don't think we'll do that. But we can take pictures of squirrels when it gets light out.
Brain: ok. squirrels good. Want cookie? You want cookie NOW!
Me: the cookies aren't even good
Brain: U WANT NOW.

that was interesting. That is how most conversations with Dumb Brain go.
Here, I drew a picture of Dumb Brain.

I can't seem to get rid of him.

I was doing some more drawing (by drawing, i mean crude scribbles that only sort of aid my post.) and decided I better make Schmidt.

This is Schmidt

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Schmidt is really dumb. Even worse than Dumb Brain. Bad things happen when you let Schmidt take control.

Things that happen when Schmidt runs amok:

"YOU LITTLE SCHMIDT"

"Oh, Schmidt."

"Schmidt just got real."

"I Schmidt you not."

"I call bullschmidt."

Schmidt is so stupid that he doesn't even know that his name has a c in it.

This is Philosopher Squirrel 

He comes when you are trying to think deeply, win arguments in your head, or comment on a post with something other than a perfunctory "lol that's great!". He is running on his little hamster wheel in your head, but keeps falling off or getting hungry or just wants to go watch some tv, He's an easily distracted little fella, but once you get him on track, his boundless energy and ability to make thought provoking remarks come out of your food hole will make others think very highly of you. 

TROUBLE IS. He can't see your vocabulary through the whirring slots of the hamster wheel and you wind up with an inarticulate, slimy pile of thoughts, leaving you with nothing to do but clean up his mess and mutter "never mind"

And a blueberry with t-rex arms from when Ellie was educating me in the area of Shakespeare and I read blubbery wrong. It's arms should be shorter, I know, but you can only get t rex arms so small. There's normal, small, extra small, petite, children's, and guinea pig. If you want smaller than guinea pig, you have to make them yourself. If you still cant do that, you have to go sub atomic. Thanks, ant man.

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Yesterday I did my first star party! 

We did things a little differently than practiced because it was mostly old ladies that came. Instead of pulling out all the telescopes and having people find the targets themselves, each of the star guides chose their favorite and manned it the whole time, pointing it and showing people the stars.

Zis is my favorite. The Obsession 15''. Of course, it's everyone's favorite except for the astrophotography telescopes. With a 15 inch diameter it catches a ton of light. It's like having an enormous pupil. This puppy is as tall as me and has a floating mirror at the bottom that we have to collimate at the start of each star party. 

I was the newest star guide, so I got first pick. Then John grabbed the 12'' Obsession, cause those are the best kinds there. Im not sure what Braden got. (Yeah! I remembered all their names. Braden is the one who has been there for 4 years, and Brett is the other newbie who was shaking with excitement last time I wrote. He wasn't there.)

The dome thing you see in the background is the observatory where Braden and Mr. Pauly teach and do astorphotography. There's a little room at the bottom where we store the telescopes and John and I practice editing pictures in Photoshop. It's so you can see the galaxy's or nebula's colors better.

anyway, the old ladies were very excited and easy to impress, so that went over well. We showed them Saturn, Alberio, and the Hercules cluster. Then we paused to watch the International Space Station go by, and the clouds snuck up when we weren't looking, cutting the party short.

Before that, I had gone on a hike with my aunt and uncle (cousins too) to comet falls. My biggest cousin Jack was having a bit of an angsty day and spent the entire car ride complaining about the naming of the milky way. He thinks it isn't majestic enough and the secretions of mammal's nipples is not fit to be the name of our galaxy.

Because I adore waterfalls, man.

A week ago I tried to learn how to skateboard, but I fell off and skinned my knee. It was fine until I put a band aid on it and the puss got all weird and sticky.

So here's a squirrel from my grandma's back deck.

Snape. "What the devil is going on here?"

(idk if that's what he's saying or not, but it's his catchphrase through the whole musical.)

A Very Potter Musical is great.

And Terry Pratchett is even greater than the potter musical.