We're gonna breakout

Monday was Katelyn's birthday and I woke up considerably late. 3PM. I drove her to Haight St. and she was searching for the dangling beads you put in doorways...
Her friend from Colorado was visiting her.
She was trying too hard for the, "Ohmygod, San Francisco kicks ass! Look at that ATM machine, there's so much graffiti on it! BADASS!"
I popped in the Hannah Montana/Meet Miley Cyrus live tour CD.
When, "See You Again" came on, her friend had to vomit out,
"Y'know, it's so weird hearing HER sing this. I have a different version on my iPod."
"The shitty version?" I asked.
"It's way better than this SHIT! This shit is so annoying!"
"OHMYGOD!! YOU'RE SO HARDCORE!!!"
She shut up after that.
Katelyn wanted to get a continuous septum ring put in, so we went into this place Cold Steel.
While Katelyn was paying for the jewelery her little friend was like,
"I wanna get an ANK on my wrist." Trying to pronounce ankh correctly.
I sighed to myself.
The guy who put it in was a complete idiot.
He was gay and fat but had a tattoo on his neck so he thought it was cool to be sassy to us.
Ugh.
Katelyn pierced her septum herself so when he took out her ring and tried to put the continuous one in, it wouldn't go through.
I suggested she put it through and just had him tighten it.
"Okay, so, like, I shouldn't be letting you do this because it's completely unsanitary!"
It wouldn't go in, so he went and got a smaller one.
I had to leave the room because Katelyn's friend Hannah was pretending to have a panic attack.
I got home and layed down. Such a huge headache from a retarded day.
The past couple of days I've been rotting away, no aspirations fulfilled.
But tomorrow I plan to go to my counseling appointment and hopefully I can get into that class..