February 15, 2009
4:00 pm
Today has been slightly...depressing. My owner hasn't used me once; instead she resorts to listening to music on that wretched computer of hers. I hate when she plugs me in to that thing. I feel so violated when the white USB cord synchronizes us. It has been exactly two days since I've played any music what so ever. I've just been sitting in the front pocket of her back pack, alone, next to her purple mittens and wallet.
It was all fine and dandy on Friday. She started off by unplugging me from her iPod dock where I spent hours charging, ready and refreshed for my long day of entertainment. After that she stuffed me in to her bag, but I knew I wouldn't be in there for long. I listened to the rushing wind as she made her way from the car to the warm temperature of the school. Her footsteps sent vibrations through the entire bag, one after another. Once I felt the bag begin to wobble, I knew she was preparing to take me out. The sound of books slamming against the metal locker was heard before she reached in to the front pocket and pulled me out. She began to unravel the headphones (that were wrapped tightly around my body) and turned me on. The screen light illuminated her face as she scrolled down the play list, trying to decide on a song. Finally, she settled on Paramore and began her long journey to room 111. There, she was welcomed by two familiar voices that I knew belonged to her friends. That was when I knew my music would cease to play. Just like I expected she pulled the headphones out of her ears and shut me off. I could feel the cold envelope me as she wrapped the head phones around my body and place me in her bag.
Hopefully, tomorrow will bring about a new day where she realizes how much she loves to listen to me.
4:00 pm
Today has been slightly...depressing. My owner hasn't used me once; instead she resorts to listening to music on that wretched computer of hers. I hate when she plugs me in to that thing. I feel so violated when the white USB cord synchronizes us. It has been exactly two days since I've played any music what so ever. I've just been sitting in the front pocket of her back pack, alone, next to her purple mittens and wallet.
It was all fine and dandy on Friday. She started off by unplugging me from her iPod dock where I spent hours charging, ready and refreshed for my long day of entertainment. After that she stuffed me in to her bag, but I knew I wouldn't be in there for long. I listened to the rushing wind as she made her way from the car to the warm temperature of the school. Her footsteps sent vibrations through the entire bag, one after another. Once I felt the bag begin to wobble, I knew she was preparing to take me out. The sound of books slamming against the metal locker was heard before she reached in to the front pocket and pulled me out. She began to unravel the headphones (that were wrapped tightly around my body) and turned me on. The screen light illuminated her face as she scrolled down the play list, trying to decide on a song. Finally, she settled on Paramore and began her long journey to room 111. There, she was welcomed by two familiar voices that I knew belonged to her friends. That was when I knew my music would cease to play. Just like I expected she pulled the headphones out of her ears and shut me off. I could feel the cold envelope me as she wrapped the head phones around my body and place me in her bag.
Hopefully, tomorrow will bring about a new day where she realizes how much she loves to listen to me.
February 16, 2009
1:30 pm
1:30 pm
Finally my owner has listened to me, even though it was only for a few minutes. The only part I regret is that she noticed two songs that were missing from her play list. Now she's going to plug me in to her computer. Have I mentioned how much I hate her computer? It just sits there, mocking me, with its enormous size. It feels so superior knowing that it gives me everything I have.
After listening to a song from her favourite movie August Rush (I know it's her favourite movie from the countless times she plays the song) she placed me carelessly on her printer. I am not looking forward to being synchronized, but it's inevitable. It's only a matter of time before she slides me out of the protective case and places me on the desk, bare and cold. She'll proceed to pull out the white USB cord and attach it to me and the computer. I shutter at the idea.
Until that time comes I will remain on the printer, my headphones hanging off the ends. Maybe she'll show some mercy and not synchronize me. No, that's impossible. I know this girl too well. She's completely obsessed with music. Well, I'll be back with an update after I pay a dreaded visit to the computer.
February 17, 2009
7:00 pm
Dear Diary,
Today takes the cake as the most depressing day of my life. Not only did my owner update me on that moronic, egotistical computer, but to top it all off, she forgot to take me with her. So, the entire day I spent sitting next to the computer that likes to call himself, D.E.R.C. (Doing Everything Right Continuously). More like J.E.R.K. if you ask me.
The rivalry between us didn't always exist. It all started one dreadful summer ago when I left with my owner on vacation. I spent the entire summer playing music and movies for her entertainment. When we returned home, Derc wouldn't speak to either of us. At first I tried to console Derc by telling him that he was the fastest, virus- free computer I had ever connected to (a regretful decision on my part), but he didn't buy it. He even did the horrible thing of crashing on her while she was doing her essay. That was when I completely lost it. I confronted Derc while I was being updated, telling him that he should just get off his high horse already. Derc didn't like that. Ever since then the tension between us has thickened and the prospect of us rekindling our friendship is very slim.
February 18, 2009
5:30
Dear diary,
I’m back and I’m a little… handicapped, because my genius owner decided to leave me out of my case ALL DAY! Now, at the top right corner of my body, resides a dent the size of a pea (which I estimate is the size of my owner’s functionless brain). Derc has been laughing at me continuously for an hour. Have there been any stories of an iPod going crazy and killing every electronic device it encounters? No? Well, there will be now.
Why do all the bad things have to happen to me? I’m the one who falls on the ground and gets a permanent scar! I’m the one who gets forgotten in a locker only do be found one hour later! I thought she loved me. I thought she would protect me through anything, at least that’s the lie she fed her parents when she wanted to buy me. It’s all been lies! Everything has been a lie. I think I’m on the brink of a malfunction, which is a serious thing for me because I haven’t ruined once since the day I was rescued from my dark prison (the box I was purchased in). I guess I’ll be writing more when I’m in a slightly better mood.
6 comments:
Very entertaining. Now focus less on the owner and more on the iPod's feelings and thoughts. I like its interaction with the computer. More of that. Also it's not her playlist, but your playlist. :)
Okay, will do!
Yes, Katerina. I do to know how it feels to be neglected and not having anyone listen to you. Tell your ipod that he or she is not the only one out there suffering and I am here to talk them through it. What can I say, It's a Hardknock Life.
nice posts!! very engaging and creative! yup its hard when you feel neglected
I bet my ipod feels the same as yours. I like how your ipod is feeling so lost and how it feels when it gets pluged in to the computer. It makes me believe that the ipod is almost human
I felt the angst of the ipod. good job depicting it's perspective. It was really cute and funny too. I enjoyed it :)
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