What Happened last night?
Last Friday Night
Diary entry for: April 15th 2012
Hi there! My name is Lightning Kicker. I go to Ponyville University Collage in Los Angeles, California. (A weird name for a collage eh?) Ever since I could remember, I’ve been made fun of for my weight, and oddly enough, my skin and skin pattern. I’m not normal. I know that. My skin is an unusual black color with electric blue tiger stripes on my arms, back, legs, stomach, pretty much everywhere except my face. As for my weight, I’ve always been a bit on the heavy side as a kid. I was a size twenty plus size at around seventeen years old. Now I’m twenty years old still a plus size twenty. I don’t remember the first five or six years of my life that well. I remember those years a little bit, but if I try to remember anymore my skull starts to call me all sorts of B’s and MF’s. I do have two distinctive memories from when I was three that stand out from all the rest. I promised to never bring them up again, so I locked them in the deepest depths of my mind. Am I pony you ask? You’ll just have to find out later. This is something that happened about a week ago. I don’t remember some of what happened that night. All I remember was body paint everywhere, Lady Gaga and these girls named Luna and Vinyl Scratch…
I woke up at around noon on March 30th 2012 to a scene I will never forget. The sunlight streamed in through the huge glass door/window in me and my friends’ dorm room. I hear the soft beat of my electric blue iPod touch playing my alarm music “Did it on em’” by Nicki Minaj. The purple curtains on the window have been completely ripped off the hooks. I shut my eyes to protect from the blinding light that’s coming through the window. I say to myself: “How am I going to explain this to the dean at noon today in her office?!” I find myself in my own bed in my room sleeping next to a girl to my left with purple Beats by Dr. Dre headphones on, a white t-shirt with a musical note in the middle of the front of it, red Capri pants with black letters that say “Dj Pon-3” on the sides, and purple sunglasses. Her hair is swept to the left of her head. Her hair is an unnatural type of electric blue and it’s spiked on the ends like the quills on a hedgehog. On the other side of the bed is another girl wearing a midnight blue t-shirt with a moon on the front of it. Her pants…WAIT! I take a double take and I realize that she wasn’t wearing any pants…she’s wearing those boxers for women type underwear. From this, I start to panic. I try to remember what happened last night hopefully to find an explanation to what happened before the party. Sure enough, I remember what happened before the party.
Before The party:
Bleeding, Blazing and I had just walked into our house from playing a gig at the coffee house on campus. Our band “Goodbye Graceful for At last We Bleed” plays at coffee houses, malls, and parties. I do the electronic and Dubstep bases for our songs, Bleeding Heart, plays the drums and sings lead vocals for our band, and Blazin’ Midnight plays bass guitar for our band. On a good night we pull in about three to four hundred dollars. On a REALLY good night when we’re playing at the private schools like Sacred Heart university and raking in six hundred to one thousand dollars. I was half way up the front stairs in the living room of our dorm room when the house phone starting ringing.
I call out to Bleeding and Blazing:
“Don’t worry! I’ll get the phone!”
I ran down the stairs practically at the speed of light, ran into the kitchen, and pick up the phone. On the other end of the line I hear a familiar certain female Dj voice. I think for a few seconds and I realize the voice is Vinyl Scratch’s voice! Vinyl Scratch was one of my friends from my Dj’ing classes in high school when I lived in New York City.
My thought process is cut off by Vinyl screaming in my ear.
“HEY, KICK! WHAT’S UP?!?!?!?! I’LL MOVING TO LOS ANGELES AND COMING TO COLLAGE WITH YOU!!!! HOW ABOUT I COME TO YOUR HOUSE AND BRING SOME RUM?!?! YA KNOW WHY?!?! SO WE CAN PARTY!!!”
I respond to losing hearing in my left ear, I scream into the phone:
“OH, HELL YEAH!!!!! YOU KNOW I CAN PARTY!!!!!!!”
With that Vinyl screams in my ear again to end the conversation:
“HEY, KICK! I’M ON MY WAY TO THE COLLAGE NOW!!!!”
Ten minutes after I hung up the phone I hear a loud thumping noise coming from outside. When I walk over to the window and open up the purple curtains to see Vinyl parking her electric blue pickup truck across the street when all the sudden there’s this atomic bomb of sound coming from the truck and the mirror above the Lady Gaga calendar I have hanging up shatters into a million pieces. I recognize the atomic sound boom to be Vinyl’s signature “Atomic Bass Drop” from the Dubstep songs she makes. Trust me, that shit was loud! The loud music stops when Vinyl get’s out of her truck. She rummages through the bed of the truck and I see her bring out two gigantic crates full of many different rum bottles and beer bottles. I walk over to the door and open it to let Vinyl in the house. I take the bottles out of her hands and place them in the kitchen. Vinyl and I grab a few beers and sit on the couch and talk for a while. About an hour after she arrived, random students from around the campus started knocking on the front door and saying: “DUDE! I HEARD DJ PON3 IS HERE!!” When the first hundred people showed up, it was time to PAR-TAY!! The very last thing I remember was about seven more people came in the door and there was this one girl who was dressed in a pink t-shirt with two blue balloons on the left and right of a yellow balloon in the middle of her shirt, yellow and blue striped tights and a mini skirt matching her tights, and bright pink converse.
This pinked-out girl suddenly burst out screaming:
“WE CAME, TO PAR-TAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” above the Dubstep that Vinyl was blasting.
Then that was the very last thing I remember from last night.
I look around my room and I see people are passed out everywhere, I and Bleeding’s collection of wine, and whiskey opened and the bottles are everywhere. The one thing I do remember was that the fact that the dean that runs the campus is supposed to be coming to Bleeding, Blazin’ and I’s house to see if our band “Goodbye Graceful for At last We Bleed” are going to be hired to play at the “Spring Break-Mega Party”. Anyways, I looked around my collage dorm and passed out all over my purple carpet are people either shirtless or in animal suits still holding on to what they were drinking when they passed out. I sift through the sea of bodies and I find two of my friends, Bleeding Heart, and Blazin’ Midnight passed out in the closet. I know what you’re thinking, with names like Bleeding Heart and Lightning Kicker we’d both be guys, but you, my friend, are sadly mistaken, for Bleeding and I are both girls. As for Blazin’, he’s anything but a girl. I wake up Bleeding and Blazing from their sleep to try and find out more about what happened last night.
