This is how we do birthdays

Yesterday was my friend's birthday, so to celebrate it we walked from school to the nearest pizza place-thing (in American books they call them pizza "parlors", but I think that sounds weird). It's a 15 minute walk... if you hide from your friends, punch each other on the arm whenever you see a yellow beetle car and stop and stare at cats that are stuck in trees. If you're normal, it probably takes less.

Anyway. So we went and stuffed ourselves with pizza, and then went to an ATM machine to get some more money (because we are cool and have debit cards, mwahahaha). Being stupid teenagers, we all stuffed ourselves into one little cubicle-thing, and people kept staring at us as they walked by. And a lady knocked on the door, and we turned around to look at her all, "Huh?" And then we opened the door a bit, and she said "Ooooh, this is the ATM!" before leaving with a hilarious tone of realization that of course cracked us up.

Then we went back to school except instead of going back in we went to th Office Depot which is pretty much across the street, where we played with the furniture and admired the stereos and then slept on the floor (none of the store employees said anything. Good guys). Oh, and we had ice cream. And went to school to see who was there, and then ran after a bus (missed it, but got another one which was acceptably empty-ish).