Chapter 10
Update on Life
This Diary Belongs to: Rin Kagamine
I am: (Male or Female): Female
I am (age): 14 years old
I am (height): …I dunno
I like: Oranges
I love: Le-asdfjkejafioea-Leopards. I love leopards.
Date: 9/20/11
Subject: Update on life
UGH… I lost my diary… for almost FOUR WHOLE MONTHS… It was horrible… My brain felt like it was going to explode…
I started talking to myself… and I think Quin started becoming louder and more eager to comment because of it…
Anyway, let's update on all the crap that I've missed…
Um… hm… What was happening last time I updated?
Eugh… Right…We released the new Adolescence PV, right? And it was a HUGE hit. Along with a few other fairly big accomplishments by other Vocaloids, the group budget and popularity had nearly doubled.
As a reward, we had a party. Crazy producer chick was there, and she was completely drunk. First she ended up glomping me and telling me how adorable she thinks me and Len are together (which, MAY I ADD, was INCREDIBLY embarrassing considering… well… LIFE. And then she asked me if I liked him that way, and when I sputtered random nonsense like an idiot BECAUSE OF SHOCK AND EMBARASSMENT FROM THE AWKWARD QUESTION, NOT BECAUSE I LO-..SHHH….
But my response (or lack thereof) somehow managed to register in her intoxicated little mind as a YES.
And how did she respond?
SHE DRAGGED ME TOWARD HIM, GRABBED HIM, THREW US IN A CLOSET TOGETHER, AND CACKLED LIKE A CRUEL, DEMONIC IDIOT WHILE SHE REFUSED TO LET US OUT UNTIL 'I said something special to him'!
To top if off, at the time, Len was still misunderstanding stuff from the pocky misunderstanding and what it escalated to, so when he heard that, he asked me if 'this was about my hormonal issues'…
I… ugh… simply recalling the memory makes me want to die with embarrassment…
FU-…uuuuuudgING QUIN…
"You know, you sound really pessimistic when you write. You should be more honest and talk about how you actually love him and want to cuddle him-" AND BLAH BLAH BLAH NO.
JUST NO.
Eugh… I ended up whispering to him and telling him to act like we were in one of our PVs so that the lunatic would let us out. Being him, HIS first reaction to that was to pretend to start dying. And though I don't really blame him considering everyone seems determined to kill him in the PVs, he should've realized that dying was NOT what I meant.
To him, dying consisted of odd gurgles and 'dying noises', and then collapsing to the floor…
And apparently, the drunken fangirl outside the closet's interpretation of that was NOT. GOOD.
How do I know this you ask?
Well, when she throws a condom under the door (I don't even want to know why she had one here in the first place,) and squeals 'OMG!' like a child on crack receiving a million dollars… I feel that the actual occurrences that had taken place within the closet may have been slightly distorted from her point of view.
Len ended up ending his dead charade and opening his eyes to see the glowing (yes, GLOWING) wrapper a few inches from his face, and then proceeded to catapult himself backwards, hit his head on the back wall, and knocked himself out.
Now, let's analyze my situation.
By the lack of giggling, the fangirl had run off to fantasize about God knows what, without thinking to let us out. There's a glowing condom on the floor. And I'm trapped inside a small space with an unconscious twin.
…It took over two hours for someone to finally realize we were gone and let us out. And I was stuck listening to Quin the ENTIRE. TIME.
And then, once we were out, I had to listen and deny every single one of the other Vocaloid's accusations/suspicions.
It SUCKED.
Anyways, I'm tired. I'll try to update on my life more often now that I have located my diary once more. After all, when I grow old, I'll need SOMETHING to laugh at. What better than my young, overly complicated life?
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