How Annoying

I really don't understand the... well. I'll name them Jake and Joke. They're these two guys in my classroom, Human Behaviors, that are just plain...

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Well, they're not exactly annoying, but rather really scary to me. And now Spade's ex is teasing me also =.=

Is it a habit that guys like them (they're really smart. Fuck.) makes fun of little introverted girls like me? I prefer it if they would leave me alone. They never noticed me, so why now?

The way they approach me is the annoying part. Now I don't really know what to think of them.

I'll just leave them alone.

Those assbutts.

Down the Rabbit Hole, Bunnyboy!

I was drawing this:

...for a certain 'draw to adopt' contest on deviantart.com

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I hope I win ;w;

America x Reader [Fanfic]

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This fanfiction.

Is the greatest fanfic ever.

Especially Hetalian Fangirls. Like me. BWAHAHAHA XD

I DID NOT MAKE THIS. THIS IS ORIGINALLY FROM DEVIANTART.COM.

CREDITS GO TO THE OWNER, IN WHICH I FORGOT HER/HIS NAME.

Warnings: Cursing, sexual... stuff, stereotypical stuff, and dying from laugher.
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It was a beautiful day in japamerica as you strolled gracefully down the street. Your flawless, beautiful, silky, flowing, radiant, magnificent locks glistened in the sun and your voluptuous, fantastic, super bodacious bod was making all the men within a 91,928 mile radius fap themselves dry as every single woman on the planet hated you for being so perfect and smart and amazingly amazing. 

Some player hatin' hoe tossed a bomb at you but you just whipped that shit away with your totally rockin' tits and it flew back incinerating her and a nearby building which you walked away from in slow motion, too cool and baller to even bother looking back. 

This only made Ludwig VanMeinKampf notice you and immediately fall in love. 

"Ach du lieber!" He exclaimed, "I can't contain meinself!" 

He ran to you also in slow motion as he ripped off his shirt exposing his perfectly rippling man muscles that were oiled up and shimmering sexily. You pretended not to be totally impressed by his fabulous super saiyan physique because that would make you look too desperate and it's not like you were desperate at all because you're so hot that Jesus Christ had his second coming.

When he was close enough to you, he quickly regained his sturdy German seme composure and punched his penis repeatedly so it wouldn't spring out of his pants. However, one look into your immaculate, sparkling, dazzling eyes snapped his unbreakable Gestapo control and he screamed, "HOP ON MEIN SCHLONG!" As his mastadonic member tore through his lederhosen and punched Japan in the eye.

"DOSHITE!!?!" Japan shouts, cupping his now black eye. He then sees you standing there in your radiant glorious glory and totally forgets that he just got a face full of Germany's Bratwurst and dives into his Mitsubishi vehicle proceeding to drive as fast as he can towards you. 

"NANI?? My smarrt asian eyes make it so dificurt to see the road!" 

Japan crashes into a crowd of street performers but since he's Japanese, he karate jumped out of his vehicle before it exploded and did a cool martial artsy flip and landed next to you and Germany.

"NEIN!" shouts Germany as he steps between you and Japan who is already tearing of his kimono or whatever because he's soooo hot for you. "She is MEIN! We are in love!"

Japan wips out the katana he had sheathed up his rectum and points it at the angry Doichlander. 

"Me and (yourname)-san-chan-sama are destined for to being together! It was foretold in China's fortune cookie! DATTEBAYO!!!!" Just then China leaps into the scene armed with a deadly Hello Kitty embellished rifle. Japan and Germany gasp as China throws himself at your feet and begins stroking them affectionately.

"She have so small lotus feet! We must be wed!" Japan and Germany exchange angry but still very sexy and handsome expressions as they proceed to pull China away from you by his ponytail. You watch them wrestling in a big sweaty totally smexi man heap and yoink out your notebook writing down ideas for your next yaoi fanfiction. Just then, Russia comes charging down the street, pockets full of borscht!

"MY BEAUTIFUL YELDA!" he sings as he sweeps you into his big manly hunky Russian arms. 

"SACREBLEU! Unhand my woman, you filthy salope!" France shrieks as he flings croissants, expertly striking Russia in his eyes and uses his baget to stab the offending man in the butthole.

As the other nations fight to the death for your love Italy who was spinning spaghetti noticed you and cried tears of joy because his eyes had never beheld such a juicy ass. He jumped out of the 7th floor window of the building he was in and died. The friendly nation of Yakastonia witnessed this horrible tragedy and felt stricken with grief so he told himself a black joke to cheer up. 

"I say, that's a mighty fine behind! Fancy a shag?" Brittain asked as he lept from the trolly he was riding.

"Piss off, you blooming bar pot!" yelled England from the top of Big Ben.

"Silence, you pillock!" Brittain cried as he exposed his hairy chest.

All of the very sexy men began shedding their clothing and struggling to make it to you to claim you as their one and only number one super special awesome chocolatey fudge coated ultra rare 1st edition LOVE!

AMERICAAAAA

"What the hell is that?" Said Germany between punches

AMERICAAAAAAAAAAA

"AIYAA!!" screamed China in fear

AMERICA! FUCK YEAH!

The epic music began to play as America flew through the sky naked with a jetpack spewing napalm from his dong. The other nations scrambled for cover but it was too late because AMERICA FUCK YEAH!

They all were caught in the fiery deathsplosion.

America landed triumphantly in front of you as hamburgers and fries began raining from the sky. He swung his huge massive gigantic American penis and cleared the street of the dead bodies of everyone else who was not American. 

"I pledge allegiance TO DAT ASS!" 

Tears welled up in your eyes as more romantic and beautiful words have never been spoken to you. 

And in the end America wins because FREEDOM IS THE ONLY WAY, FUCK YEAH!

Ever Had Those Moments?

Ever had those times where you want everyone to just.

Shut.

Up.

Just so you can daze off (well, for me, I just wish I was in a private room, or go outside, and stare at something and then daydream. I don't know why, but I always daydream better if I'm staring at something...)

But even so.

I saw I have 1700 page views.

Da hell.

No one ever comments, so I thought I visited my page like 1700 times (since it records anyone who clicks on my blog posts). :/ Wish there would be someone who would comment, other than big bruder Sean.

Now that I mentioned him, I don't think I've texted him.

Must be school.

With the boxes.

And the crayon.

La français classe.

And everything in the like. I wonder if you, who is randomly reading this, is from my school? It feels awkwards. With an 's'.

So, to change this random blogging post, I shall now post a part of a fanfiction I'm currently working on...
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TSUNAYOSHI SAWADA --- 30 Questions (with Reborn’s help)

It was your average day in the Vongola Mansion. Scratch that, it was the happiest day in Tsuna’s life. He finished it.

Finished.

It.

Those cursed pieces of paper, those mountains and mountains of white. 

All gone. And signed.

By Vongola 10th, Sawada Tsunayoshi.

The brunette lazily leaned back in his leather chair, breathing out a long sigh. His hand reached for his brown hair, pulling them back. He smiled.

‘All. Done.’ Tsuna mindlessly thought, relaxing.

“Not so fast, Dame-Tsuna.”

‘...FML,’ Tsuna sighed out again, but rather harsher than the last one. He glance up, know that kind of voice from anywhere.

“Nice seeing you again, Reborn,” He said, lazily glancing at the small piece of paper in Reborn’s hand. He raised an eyebrow. It was only one piece. Usually Reborn would give him a buttload of those pesky things, and laugh sadistically his way out of the office. Somehow, he knew this wasn’t going to be good for him.

“Yes, now here,” The tall, ex-arcobaleno placed the single paper on his desk, “Answer these questions or else you’re dead.”

“E-Eh...?” Tsuna glanced at the paper’s contents, “30... questions? What kind of game is this, Reborn?”

“A fun one,” He smirked, pointing a suddenly-out-of-no-where gun at his head, “Now, answer the following questions, Dame-Tsuna.”

Tsuna sighed, closing his eyes to let out another sigh, “Alright then...”

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‘Before You Start: Please write 12 people you know in any random order.’

Tsuna raised an eyebrow, before shrugging.

‘1. Gokudera

2. Yamamoto

3. Hibari

4. Mukuro

5. Reborn

6. Xanxus

7. Basil

8. Belphagor

9. Squalo

10. Lambo

11. Collonello

12. Chrome’

AND THAT'S ALL FOLKS.

*waves*

--Prima

2P!Hetalia

I blame them.

It's all their fault.

That I've interested in 2P!AMERICA AND 2P!ENGLAND.

GOD, You have NO IDEA how interesting their characters are!

I mean, look at 2p!England. He can cook.

COOK.

Without burning down the house (although... he leaves traces of poison... in the cupcakes. =.=")

*coughcough*

AND 2P!AMERICA.

He's just so badass. Defiantly the stereotypical bad boy type. But without the whole saddening sap story. Wait.

That might just be it.

...

Great, now I want to create a 2P!Tsunayoshi. :I

IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT AMERICA. You and that baseball bat with nails... in... it.

Oh.

Kay...

I'll just leave.

The Hammer Song and the Tower of Pain

Japanese Romanji Lyrics:

Dondon tsuyoku motto tsuyoku
utagoe hibiku itami no tou
Sono teppen ni shigamitsuite
furueteru no wa dochirasama

Sutetakute mo suterarenakute
chiisana itami tamatteta
soitsu wo zutto shimatte kita
ikkome no hako mitasareta

Betsu ni imasara tsuraku mo nai kedo
dareka ga mite kuretara na
kore dake areba yurusarenai kana
sukoshi yasashiku sareru kurai

Suteta mono mo hirotte tsumete
mantan no hako tsumiageta
toorisugari wo yokome ni mite
jukkome no hako tsumiageta

Sou ka kore demo mada tarinai no ka
dareka ni mietenai you da
sore ja dondon takaku shinakucha
sekaijuu ni mo mieru kurai

Dondon takaku motto takaku
tori ni mo todoku itami no tou
sono teppen ni yojinobotte
ousama kibun no nanisama

Nanigoto to ka ookuchi aketa
yajiuma tomo wo mioroshita
koko kara mitara ari no you da
hyakkome no hako tsumiageta

Oatsumari no minasamakata
kore wa watashi no itami desu
anatagata no nagusame nado
todokanu hodo no takasa ni imasu

Kitto watashi wa tokubetsu nan da
dare mo ga miageru kurai ni
Kodoku no kami ni erabareta kara
konna keshiki no naka ni kita

Dondon takaku motto takaku
kumo ni mo todoke itami no tou
Sono teppen ni agura kaite
kamisama kibun no ousama

Kikoeru no wa kaze no oto dake
senkome no hako tsumiageta
Shita wo mitara memai ga shita kaketa
hashi wo tobasareta

Soshite hontou ni samishiku natta
dare ni mo mietenai you da
Koe mo denai hodo kowaku natta
fui ni kikoeta hanmaa songu

Shita kara jun ni daruma otoshi
dareka ga utau hanmaa songu
minna anta to hanashitain da
onaji takasa made orite kite

Dondon tsuyoku motto tsuyoku
utagoe hibiku itami no tou
sono teppen ni shigamitsuite
hana wo tarashiteru kamisama

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English Translation Lyrics:


Louder and louder, ever louder
A voice rings out in song in my tower of pain
Who is that there
Clinging to the top?

I collected the small pains
I wanted to throw away but couldn't
I put them all away
And filled the first box

It's not painful now
If someone's looking, that is
Is this too much to be forgiven?
Enough to be treated a little kindly

I collected things I threw away and things I found
And stack up the full boxes
Looking sidelong at passers-by
I stacked up the tenth box

Oh, so that's not enough
Nobody seems to be looking
I've got to make it even taller, then
So the whole world can see

Higher and higher, ever higher
My tower of pain that birds can reach
I climb up to the top
Who the hell am I to feel like a king?

I looked down at the curious onlookers
Gaping up at me
They look like ants from here
I stacked up the hundredth box

Ladies and gentlemen
This is my pain
I'm up so high
Your consolation can't reach me

I know I'm special
Everyone's looking up at me
I was chosen by a lonely god
To come up here

Higher and higher, ever higher
My tower of pain will reach the clouds
I sit cross-legged at the top
A king who feels like he's a god

All I can hear is the wind
I stacked up the thousandth box
Looking down made me dizzy
My ladder fell down

Then I really felt lonely
Like no one was looking at me
I was so scared I couldn't speak
Then suddenly I heard the hammer song

Knocking each one down in order
Someone was singing a hammer song
Everyone wants to talk to you
Come down to the same level

Louder and louder, ever louder
A voice rings out in song in my tower of pain
Clinging to the top
Is a god with a runny nose

Just me, feeling like a god
Just me, upside down
That's the truth
Who is it?

(The Hammer Song is where you literally grab a hammer and hit the blocks that was stacked up. In this song, the Hammer song is where a couple of friends sang it as they hit those boxes one by one, helping the 'king' come down from his palace one box at a time. It's fine if you don't understand. Go google the song if you want to hear it with music...)

Crowds in My School

I have nothing against being in crowds. I have my own little group, too (sadly it only consist of Spade and I =.=") But lately Spade doesn't hang out with me, yet that's pretty fine. Judging from the amount of time she spent with her other guyfriends, I'm just a simple flea an her back. :/

So, I'm on Route 1 all over again.

I wonder how long can I last without going mad?

No, scratch that, I've already gone mad...

Atleast, not as mad as the Mad Hatter.

To tell you the truth, I want another, more different friend. There is Diamond. But then again, I never talked to her for these past few decades. And then Clovers all study-study-study. I don't have anything against it, but damnit I want someone around me sometimes.

I'm very bitter. Well, I can be very bitter. It's probably the reason why I broke up with my ex. :/ I just can't help but test it out. It's like a normal thing for me to do. One second, a guy asks me out, and then I'm all like...

"Let's play a game."

Of course, no one knows about my bitter and angst side. She's very dark, too. And along the way, she holds all the anger, the abuse, the bitterment I received from others, and learn from them.

So, now I'm all bitter, and angsty and all that. Not angry though. I don't think I've snapped.

Atleast, not yet.

Oh right, we're talking about crowds. Uh, well, like I stated, I don't really mind. But not she. She's not happy with the amount of people crowding and laughing and making snarky remarks. She wants to fight them, to hurt, and to hear people cry and yell.

I told her to stop it. But she wouldn't listen and closed herself up in the depths of my mind.

...

I sound like I have a multiple personality disorder.

Ah, the crowds have disperse. Good. To be honest, they were getting quite annoying. I think this is going to be a normal thing for me, to be bitter to the people I like. I told myself multiple times.

Be assertive.

Be respectful.

Be responsible.

Be knowledgable.

Be someone everyone likes

But, even so, I kept up this little 'angel girl' act. And surprisingly, people are rather bitter about this type of personality. When I try to help, they would walk away. When I say thanks, they look away. When I lend out a hand, they simple ignore my whole being.

And frankly, it's getting quite annoying.

So, what can I do? I can do multiple things to capture the human's interests. Suicide and death seems to be one of them. Humans react to them, shaking their heads and pitying on the dead.

'She was beautiful.'

'She was nice.'

'She...'

They don't know anything, and yet they comment about how pretty she is, how wonderful her life could've been, or talk about her personality even without the knowledge of knowing that decease person.

How annoying.

I'm tired of hearing that, that people would discuss the death of a person so carelessly. In fact, if I do die, I'd rather die a quiet death, in which no one will talk of my life, my personality, or any of that kind of stuff.

What's another thing that attracts humans? Ah, yes. Destructions. I'm not really gonna discuss the topic.  Not my cup of tea.

What about people's pasts? I have a pretty dark past, with the...

Ah, my tea gone bitter.

I'm getting off topic here. We were discussing crowds of people, right? I apologize if this post is making the food go cold. I just walk 1.4 miles just to get to school on time, 'cause the car is broken. Another thing that reminds me of my past.

Don't tell me that I 'have to let go' of my past. As far as I'm concern, it's nobody's business.

I'll keep it in the box of broken things, and pile them higher.

I wonder if anyone will notice that tall tower.

I should make it invisible.

Just so no one will notice.

It's better this way.

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