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Spin Your Day Away
» August 23, 2004 9:10 AM by Nicole
Sure, this might read like a passage from a Judy Blume book. But so what! Blume kicks ass and by the looks of things, she owns a pretty sweet bike! After you're done consuming this post, go read Are You There God? It's me Margaret. I'm not going to tell you what happens in the end. Period.
When I was a kid, I liked to spin around.
I壇 get going really fast for a really, really long time. My whole body would start to quake with dizziness and nausea. I壇 hit the ground. HARD. And the world kept spinning. Whoa謡huh謡hoah.
I壇 wonder if it would ever stop. Maybe someday my brain would end up whirling and twisting around in my skull so fiercely that it would just snap off from the rest of my body, separate from my spinal cord and I壇 perish from spinning around.
What a way to go! I壇 be famous. An urban legend, but for reals! I壇 inspire 疎nti-spinning� legislation.
Those were the days. You could get a good rush from sugar, spinning and the occasional paste eating.
On my lunch break today, I'm going to drink some ROCKSTAR and just start spinning in the parking lot. I don't think there's any paste for me to eat here, but ROCKSTAR and paste probably share some ingredients, don稚 you think? (Milk thistle? Elenthrococcus senticosus?)
Comments
So, how was that ROCKSTAR?
Posted by: jakob | August 24, 2004 9:32 AM
The 7-11 didn't have ROCKSTAR. Eager to start spinning (and too lazy to go elsewhere) I had to drink MONSTER. It wasn't the same. Not all energy drinks are created equally.
Posted by: nicole | August 24, 2004 9:48 AM
You know what's right up there with the spin around game? The huff-and-puff-until you pass out game. This was more of a iddle school affair where a friend of mine bends over with his hands on his knees, breathes heavy for 60 seconds, and then stands up straight and throws his/her head back while I squeeze their chest. Bam! Fully unconcious for 35 seconds.
This was our idea of fun back then. Them was dif'rent times. We didn't have all this fancy BOOK-LEARNIN' and INTARWEB and REEFER and ROOFIES and MANIMAL PORN like kids today.
Posted by: Ryan | August 25, 2004 1:48 PM
Yickers! That sounds dangerous.
Kids test the limits of their bodies and minds. Parents, teachers, bullies...there's STRESS, even at seven years old. You can't drink, smoke, drive away, or go shopping. *Why not tie a piece of thread around your finger until the end turns purple?!
Now, that's a good time!
*Forever immortalized by Ally Sheedy's character Allison Reynolds in The Breakfast Club.
Posted by: nicole | August 25, 2004 3:17 PM
You know, I used to hold my breath and concentrate on tensing all of my facial muscles. All the kids would stand and watch as my face turned different colors. Exciting, huh?
Posted by: jakob | August 25, 2004 3:44 PM
I used to come home afterschool, pull the latchkey on a string from around my neck and blow and blow and blow on it till i got super dizzy. i was also a big fan of the suck on a pen cap till it makes a little bubble on your tongue or the inside of your mouth.
Posted by: Jessica | August 27, 2004 7:39 PM
but not in a crazy way.
more like in a kooky fun way.
not crazy.
funny.
. . . ha.ha.
Posted by: jessica | August 29, 2004 5:32 PM
To me, there's little difference between the "kooky fun way" and the "crazy way." It's all the same ball of wax.
Posted by: nicole | August 30, 2004 9:51 AM