Apparently, Emile (he's a guy and no he is not Emile von Phoenix from Princess Resurrection), he was supposed to interview his aunt for our business report. Unfortunately, he is a very carefree guy and slacked off the 4 weeks of this one month and now we haven't even accomplished anything! Added to that is that he has a high chance of becoming exchange student to Japan (Lucky guy...) And that's one of the reasons. If he ever was accepted which Izzy-chan (This will be Ysa's name) and I are hoping for, he'll be gone for two weeks and we won't still have anything accomplished by that time since there's no time for us to deal with the interview. Okay enough with the rant. So this is what happened.
Me: Emiiiiiilllllleeeeee! The intervieeewwww?!
Emile: Just give me the questions.
Me: Ughhh... *pulls hair*
*15 minutes later*
Me: Emiiillllleeee!
Emile: Where are the questions?
Me: Just friggin' do it! I gave you a copy and you lose it. What the hell?!
Emile: Meh. I'm just going to do it later.
Me: *glares*
*some minutes later*
Me: (My mind can't take it anymore) *goes to Emile's seat* Did you make the questions?
Emile: Maybe later...
Me: DO IT NOW!
Emile: I'm doing something.
Me: *punches his arm*
Emile: Misakiii...
Me: *chokes his neck*
Emile: *still conversing with Conan and Charlie*
Conan: Why is Misaki acting like that?
Emile: It's because she's making me write questions for our business report.
Me: *violently shakes his upper body by the shoulders*
Emile: *still not noticing me*
Conan: Emile, just make the questions already.
Me: *grabs both of his hands and arms and crosses it behind his back*
Emile: Misakiiiii!!
*a few seconds later*
Me: *sits down and hugs Emile's chair* *stands* *calmed a bit* *balls fist*
Conan: Look, she's balling her fist, just make the questions.
*another few seconds later*
Me: *poker face* *holds Emile's left hand* *starts to crush it*
Emile: Misakiiii... I told you I'm going to write them later...
Me: *still poker face*
Emile: *to me* If you break my hand, how would I be able to write?
Me: You're not left-handed.
Emile: Uh. Just think of me as Conan. (Conan, our classmate is left-handed)
Me: *poker faced again*
Emile: I feel like my skin is about to tear.
Conan: When a skin is torn it would really hurt.
Emile: It's not really but---
Me: *digs my sharp fingernails in his palm*
Emile: Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. It hurts.
Me: *lets go of it like a paper* *stares* *walks back to seat not bothering in bumping Conan*
*some minutes later... yet again*
Me: *goes back to Emile* *sees him writing* What did you write?
Emile: ...
Me: *sees what he wrote* *poker faced* Emile...
Emile: *erases what he wrote*
Me: *stares at him*
Emile: Okay, okay, I'm going to do them later.
Me: *goes back to seat*
*near the seat*
Me: *punches the wall*
*personality-talk*
Negami: Chi-chan, ochitsuka.
Chinsei: *breathes heavily* Korosu. Korosu. Korosu.
Mikomi: Just calm down.
Chinsei: Urusai. Urusai. Urusai. *calms a bit* *returns to normal*
Tank: Are you alright?
Me: It just so happens, that I feel very angry today. *tilts head* *smiles cheerfully*
Sky: What happened anyway?
Me: I'm just in need of a punching bag.
Sky: Okay, you can punch me. *points to his right arm*
Me: *throws a barrage of consecutive punches* *while laughing like a deranged maniac*
*personality self*
Myo: Ahahahahaha~ *while hitting Sky*
Hime: Kimochi~
Sky: Okay, okay, stop.
Me: *stops*
Sky: You've also hit my chest side. And I'm sure tomorrow I cannot move this arm.
Me: (Sorry, I'm not sorry) Well, I held no liability because you allowed it yourself~ *shrugs*
Tank: What the hell happened?!
Me: Meh.
Tank: Hey can you eat lunch with us? Pretty please. Apollo does too.
~Fun Fact: Apollo is a stuffed toy dog of Tank.~
Me: Huway not? Come on.
*while walking*
Me: *feels light-hearted after releasing all the stress* Ahhh~ That feels good. But then, if the AI was here he could've put a good fight~
*during lunch*
Me: Ahhh~ My body is aching for more~ Especially my legs~ I want to kick someone~
Tank: Don't look at me. *throwing me an accusing glance*
Me: *smiles innocently*
___Um okay that ends it_____
Yes, it's quite obvious I have serious rapid mood swings. Though I feel the need to mention that the incident between Emile and I, I so wanted to topple the chair where he was sitting and other things like punching,
kicking, and all sorts of martial arts. *sigh* There are really times that I have a very low temper that triggers Taira (my irritated mode) and suddenly switches to Chinsei (my angry mode).
= =; Sometimes, it also triggers Myo (my sadistic side) and Hime (actually my yandere side but has the higher percentage of being masochistic), like I feel ligh-hearted when I punched my fists on the wall or when it got hit between the door and its frame because of wind; also when I keep on laughing while punching Sky.
Poor Sky though. (For being a punching bag)
And Conan. (For being affected by my ways of
And maybe the Tank as well. (Maybe for being a victim by my mental monsters)
P.S. About what Emile wrote... = = He wrote the question with swears and curses. But I swear he used it in a sarcastic way.
P.S.S. Also too lazy to pinpoint who's who in my personalities.
#misa-chanisnotgomen
#ifeelsoirritatedday
#immasoboredifeellikemakingsomeonemiserable
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#immasoboredifeellikemakingsomeonemiserable
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