A Diary's Worth A Trillion Words

Chapter 1
IPod Quizzes are Supposed to be Fun

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-Lepords. I love lepords.

Date: 4/12/11

Subject: Ipod Quizzes are supposed to be FUN…

So yesterday, me and Len were chillin at Luka-onee's house with her and Gakupo. The original plan was to have a small fire outside and roast smores. However, the 'clear skies and sunny day' that the weatherman foretold of consisted of constant rain, storms, and a freakin tornado or two, so that plan was ruined. Instead, we spent our time in the basement doing those weird Ipod quizzes that seem to be popular lately. You know, the ones that involve you asking a question, putting your Ipod on shuffle, and using the title of the next song that shows up as the answer to your question? Yeah? Those?

Well. Normally, those things amuse me to no end. And it started out similar when we first began asking questions. We all laughed hysterically when we asked "What is Gakupo's theme song?" and 'Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy' came up. And the look on both Luka and Gakupo's face when they both got songs sung by each other when they asked 'what they liked in a guy/girl'.

However, that thing HATES me. I swear, that Ipod of Luka's has a freaking soul, and it's life purpose is to screw with me… seriously.

"Gakupo, your sister is… "Dude looks like a Lady"

Insert laughter here.

"Len, your sister is…"Thinking of you"

Insert WTFFACE here.

Follow with me blushing.

Follow with Luka commenting that 'I DID seem to be staring off into space quite a bit..'

Follow with me murdering her and throwing the Ipod out of a building while it's tied to a bomb.

…OK, so maybe that last part was a lie. BUT STILL.

What's even more upsetting? IT GOT WORSE.

"OK, new question: What is my love life like?... 'Obvious' …U-um.. okay, Rin? Your love life is like… 'S.E.X.' ..." Then they freakin laughed, and Luka asked what it is I've been doing with Len lately.

After that, I angrily told the stupid small contraption to stop playing embarrassing songs involving me and Len.

And it did.

Oh… it did.

"Aw… this question is kinda depressing…" Luka'd said.

"Lemme see! 'Is it actually possible for 'insert your crushes name here' to really like me?"

The Ipod's response?

Impossible.

…

That thing continued to play either really depressing or awkward songs for me AND Len the rest of the night.

It.

Sucked.

ASS.