This Is Insane!, chapter 1

You slowly, tiredly open your eyes, awakening to the sound of your alarm clock, buzzing loudly, monotonously, and annoyingly. As in EXTREMELY. You roll over to shut it off, but hit the wrong button, switching it from annoying buzz to kick ass radio. Hearing Green Day's "Jesus of Suburbia" is all it takes to get you up. You jump out of bed, grabbing some baggy, ripped jeans, a pink tee that reads, "All my black shirts are dirty" (because they are), a thin, black tie, and a spikedy belt. You throw those on, your bra strap hanging out on one side. You're pulling on a pair of socks while hopping around searching for your black high-top Convese All-stars, with doodles of Green Day lyrics and heart grenades and the like all over them. You yank those on, tying them quickly, then head to the bathroom to brush your teeth and to tame your short, wild brown hair.
Ten minutes of messing with it later, you come out with it spiked in every which direction, the tips sprayed with pink. You draw some black liner around your eyes, chapstick your lips, and head out the door to get your ticket to the upcoming Green Day concert in town. You grab your stickerful skateboard and start on your way.
Twenty minutes later you come up to a crowd. You kick your skateboard up, grab it, and walk up to someone to ask what the deal is.
"Hey, you," you say, tapping them on the shoulder. "could you tell me what's-- OWW!"
The person turns to face you, hitting you across the face as he turned.
"You fucker!! You bloody mother fucker!" you scream, lashing out and punching him in the nose. You feel it give a bit under your knuckles and he falls to the ground. You feel something wet on you chin and wipe it off. You realize you lip had started bleeding. You look down at the guy.
"Aw, fuck..." fuck seems to be your word this morning. The guy looks up at you.
"Damn that hurt," he grunted.
"Sorry about that," you say, holding your hand out to him. You reckognized this guy, but you couldn't remember where from...