Hey, there! The name's Gumi. Gumi Megpoid. Heh, I sounded so cool right then, right? …Don't answer that.
Anyway, this is my amazing journal and documentary and encounter of the Vocaloid family and the adventure of Gumi Megpoid. Can't wait to read on, huh?
Well too freaking bad, because I'm going to tell you everything about me first.
~(O v o) b~
My name is Megumi Megpoid. But, usually, people ignore my last name as though it were a pile a poo and call me 'Gumi'. Pretty clever, they are, huh? Anyway, the birth of this astoundingly great Megumi Beatrice Miriam Alice Megpoid is an interesting story. (I don't have any of those middle names; I was just trying to sound cool. Lol.)
My parents are—
Okay, who actually gives a shit? Right? Right. I don't have birth parents. I'm a freaking android. I was made by the 'Creator'. Seriously. He doesn't seem to go by any other name. I think his real name is Crea T. Ore. Heh. See what I did there?
Creator seemed terribly bored with his life. Almost on the verge of depression and suicide (remember kids, depression and suicide is a very bad thing!11!). And then he created us. He didn't have any family members. That's because they all died during the Japan Earthquake. Creator lost the will to live and thought about the many ways to die.
He told it as a funny story and it came to be a song that was enjoyed by many. You should go check it out (SPONSER). Yes.
So, you may dare to ask, "How was our great and wonderful Gumi Megpoid finally created?"
Good question, children. Actually, believe it or not, I wasn't the first Vocaloid. Heck, I'm not even a Vocaloid! I'm a…and this will be shocking...Megpoid! Did I shock you? Are you mind blown? I bet you are.
Ugh, where the heck is this plot line going? My eyes are tired. I've been staring at the computer screen for hours (while writing in my fabulous freaking journal), looking at my tumblr posts and basically procrastinating (SPONSER). Some of you might be wondering, "What's 'tumbler'?" and to that stupid, stupid question, I respond, "My life. And spell correctly, you weirdo."
I—
"GUMIII!" a shriek rings out throughout the Vocaloid mansion, followed by a door slam. It's most likely Iroha…or maybe Miku…or Rin. There are a lot of chicks out there who slam the door when they're angry. I also am one of them.
I sigh and gaze down at my journal, a measly page full, and shout back, "Who dares enter?"
"Shut up, Gumi!" the voice shrieks back. I obviously love shrieking. Can't get enough of it. Ha. Ha. Ha. "Help me with these groceries!"
I groan and drag myself out of my swivel chair and wander down the stairs to see the horrifying face of Miku Hatsune.
Don't get me wrong or anything, she's a really great girl, but sometimes she's a little…b to the itchy when she's angry. And right now, she was obviously in b to the itchy mode.
I hadn't noticed it was raining outside as I had started writing in my journal, but Miku certainly had. She had faced the full forces of nature out there, gathering groceries. Poor, poor Miku. I cannot wish anymore hate on her.
Her hair was plastered to her face, framing it like a picture. But, it was really quite wet and I didn't like it getting on the carpet. And she looked pretty scary. So I did the only thing I could at the time. I screamed.
After my ear-splitting scream (which I am proud of, thank you very much), Miku stared at me slack jawed. "Don't you every get tired of being annoying?" she wondered out loud. "'Cause you are…just sayin'."
"Don't you ever get tired of being a witch?" I, too, wondered out loud. "'Cause you are…just sayin'." I reply mockingly.
She glares at me for a while, and I do the same. Glare for glare. After a while, she gets tired and bored and wanders off somewhere to throw her bitchy pixie dust everywhere.
After a minute of staring at the spot where Miku had just been, I pick up the groceries that she had discarded on the ground. In her disheveled and bitchy state, she hadn't bothered to take off her wet shoes. I could hear them squeaking as she tracked mud and rain water onto the polished wooden floor. Whoop-de-fucking-doo.
I'm going to go now. Wait a second…I kind of just did a story in my head just now. Sweet. I'll go record all of this in my journal now. And maybe I'll go slap the shit out of Miku for messing up the beautiful and wonderful floor. Okay. Sounds like a good idea.
Ciao for nao,
xxGumi ^ 3 ^