Yesterday, we went to see one set of my grandparents in Florida.

One set of my grandparents and five of my cousins.

In case you don’t know me and my siblings, this means that there are ten children under the age of twenty (I’m the oldest of them) crammed into a space meant for a small family.

Good times to be had by all.

Upon arriving last night, we ate a late Thanksgiving meal and sat around a very small table with our cousins playing a very elaborate game of musical chairs that might have been titled, “If You Get Up, You’re Chair’s Fair Game.” We ate two bags of popcorn and part of a cheeseball and told stories about our friends and relatives. Cousins’ stories involved driving and trip antics. My stories involved creatively rewording previous blog posts and showing pictures of my family and friends to uninterested people.

Then we attempted to occupy ourselves in another room. For an hour, we attempted to manipulate our younger siblings into leaving the room so we could play a round or so of the awkward question game without them having blackmail material to hold over us later. After this endeavor proved to be useless, we set up our beds (several air mattresses and a palette made of cushions) and started watching Netflix.

In the middle of the night, nefarious and mischievous antics occurred which shall not be disclosed.

This morning, we awoke at a ridiculously late hour, attempted to go Black Friday shopping, and watched our grandmother cook in a most unhelpful manner. I also gave a visual demonstration of my youngest brother’s apparent lack of body weight by flipping him upside-down with one arm.

Now we’re watching videos of our youngest cousin/brother and waiting for dinner with eagerness. Overall, not a bad day.

What? I have lots of homework due next week?

Yeah… whatever. I do what I want.


In Which Fritz Vents at 1 A.M.

This post was penned with lovingkindness (lol) by Fritz himself! Enjoy!

So I decided to write for this blog thingy which has been for the longest time simply something very abstract for me…I had not read it. But alas in a fit of somewhat sleep deprived procrastination induced boredom I have decided to write something. Likely just some random ramblings and things because I haven’t a clue about what to write. Mao. Meow. Meo. Meeeeeeoorrrrw. Transliteration of sounds is fun. It’s an Onomatopoeia! Which for a word meaning the transliteration of a sound but doesn’t sound how it is spelled. Foolish English language. I would most enjoy the removal from history whomever decided English should be the commonly spoken language in the US. And Chaucer, I’m not a particular fan of Canterbury tales either. And while I’m complaining about classical literature, just burn Hawthorne at the stake, he failed to do anything useful and he wrote the Scarlet Letter. Also known as the worst American romantic novel ever. Then Tar and Feather Orwell and Huxley. Aren’t we all glad that they’re the exception of Science Fiction becoming more real ever day…but then if >10% of what’s said about Obama is true maybe it is coming true. Also if we want to discuss why people don’t read….middle school English might be a start. The most interesting book we read there was the Hobbit. And Tolkien is not an easy read for the average reading level of middle schoolers(but that’s a problem on its own). Everything else we read in middle school makes me want to drive a stake through my leg. Less literature to raise social awareness and more fostering a love of reading would help. My love of reading came from so called ‘joy’ reading, aka reading without being forced. The only thing my literature education has given me is a deeply held disdain for message fiction. Wow this rant went angry fast….oh well. People should read more American poetry, it’s surprisingly good, particularly Whitman. Whose only piece commonly taught in school is ‘Oh, Captain, My Captain’. Which is far from his best work while still being beautiful. Or maybe Rudyard Kipling, almost all of his work is amazing and you can take some more from it than its bad to hate Jews/blacks/Asians/woman/or random minorities and socialism is good/bad. Alas I think shall relent because if I don’t June May not post this……

Your loving affectionate antisocial Feline



I’m going to make this kthxbai.

At the same time as I was working on Buizel, I started on another Pokemon that seemed pretty easy to do.  Wobbuffet is probably amongst the most odd of pokemon, but I think his oddness makes him more endearing, plus he was alot of fun to make and pose.  He never really was one I thought I would make, but I have fallen in love with his Wobbish charm: his squinty eyes, huge bizarre grin, and his wide open arms.  (Not to mention his beaver tail).   I feel like I’m sounding crazy but you’ll know what I mean when you make him.


Blue, black yarn


sewing needle

G hook



Round 1: sc 8 in MR

Round 2: *2 sc in each sc* around (16)

Round 3: *sc, 2 sc in next sc* around (24)

Round 4: *sc 2, 2 sc in next sc* around (32)


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College: A Photo Summary, Part 2

We’re over halfway through our third semester here at UNP, and, strangely enough, horrible mishaps have, for the most part, been avoided. Perhaps that’s because we’re a little more experienced at this. Probably, though, it’s because we’re too busy to actually get into trouble. Still, some little things have happened here and there, things that are best explained through pictures.


So, this is the food that we eat here on campus. We brought this up at a Language Partners meeting. A friend: “‘Murica!”


In Japanese class, a classmate decided to revise my notes.


Pretty reaction is pretty…


I didn’t even know I had this picture of Finn, but, yeah, I have it. If I had to hypothesize, I would say this is Finn’s general sentiment.


My mother at a University of Alabama event.


Me, to Natalia: Don’t die.

Katniss: What, you’re not afraid I’ll die?

Me: Nope.

Me: [comes back]

Katniss: [this]


Sister selfies ftw!


Junhi assists people at the parties he goes to with pronouncing his name.


Finn: It a beard!

Bast: Oh, that’s not a beard, honey.

Finn: Whatever!

And finally…

As I was writing this blog post, Finn, who was attempting to * fry steak, set off the freaking fire alarms.


At the *, that is, while I was typing that sentence, it went off again.


Phew. Dang. It’s been a long day. I’m going to go eat steak now.

Haha, there’s a concerned authority figure at the door. We told him we’re fine.

We’re not fine? Whatever. We’re probably okay. Anyway, we do what we want.