So, to start this adventure off I will say that I was and still am an anime fan. I have a shit ton of posters that a friend gave me, even though not even half of them are up due to lack of wall space. I have some shirts, and a few random ass DVDs. I also like japanese music and some Vocaloid. But I don’t consider myself a weeaboo. Most of my friends who are going to graduate high school are major anime fans. It’s kind of disturbing really. I love them, but seriously. I can only take so much Hetalia and Vocaloid.
So one day, we were driving back from the mall. It was around 8 or 9 pm and up it was pretty dark and icy. Typical Midwestern winter’s night with snow. Well she, she’s a big Canada fan, so we’ll call her Canada. Well Canada was… Obsessed. Freakishly so. And she has one of those things in her car that you can plug your music device in to the radio. Well she was currently obsessed with Meditational Field sang by Kaito.
I like that song as well, and when I like a song I’ll have it on repeat too. So I couldn’t say anything about it. Well, she would for some reason not have it on repeat on her mp3 player, and she would manualy change it while driving. Thing is, she can’t multitask. So we were on ice with her driving being interrupted by the ending of that song.
Well this went on for a while. She’d scream at us if we talked during the song or made any noise. And so she’d split her attention from the icy road to her mp3 player. At one point she was so spazzy about it, that if someone whispered, she’d rewind it. And she accidently skipped past it. So while driving she was staring at her mp3 player and ignoring the VERY ICY road.
And she ran a stop light. At this point, I was pissed off and I screamed stop. She looked and stopped. Almost right in the middle of the intersection. Not even four feet from her car at the time she stopped, zoomed past this big ass semi truck. And her car is one of those tiny compact ones.
And this happened because she couldn’t find one measly Vocaloid song on her mp3 player after she listened to it for ten miles.
Now I have implimented the rule in her car that the passanger is in command of handling the music, and will stop at a song whenever someone wishes.
Don’t Vocaloid and drive, kids.
It could almost get you crushed by a semi truck.
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