The pic says it all. Except I didn't vomit in my mouth it went everywhere! Except my clothes. Man, my Hollister shirt was lucky! Here's how it all happened. My friend had been whining about going to this carnival that was in my town. So I got some money from my daddy and went. All was good when we first went on the ride. One was one of those open sorta' wide tubes that you stand against the wall on and then it goes really fast and up and down and all that good crap. That ride was cool, I was screaming my a** off though, also there was this one that you sat in cars and they rotated and switched directions really quick, that one was freaking me out like bloody murder! And then we went on this one called "The Tornado" it was not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. In fact my friends and I were acting like jackasses and acted like it was like we were sitting on a patio in a Starbucks. lol
Note to reader: Just writing this entry is making me feel dizzy. And I've barely been on the computer for 5 minutes!
Everything was going okay until I my stomach made a mistake.............................It got hungry. eek
I ate nachos and drank a drink. I knew what happened to you if you went on a ride just after eating so I just chilled for a couple of rides while my friends rode them. I didn't really care. Then I thought my stomach could handle ONE ride so I decided to go on the Tornado again. Worst..................Idea.............ever.....
It seemed to go pretty well in fact I didn't really feel anything. I kept looking at the ground to make sure my brain and stomach wouldn't get confused and hurl all over my friends. I got off the ride and guess what? I didn't feel too well. My stomach stayed good for a little while but I knew in the pits of my guts (literally) that it needed to hurl.
My friends went to the ring toss and for some reason that I still don't understand my belly thought the guy's counter looked pretty and blew chunks all over it. I quickly grabbed the dude's trash can. I had to clean up my whole face and hands and the dude's counter afterwards. He was kinda' nice so he understood. When the gut needs to go, it NEEDS to go.
I cleaned up later when I went to my friend Diana's house. When I cleaned up with soap and washed my face I was squeaky clean and smelling UNLIKE puke. More like a spring meadow. 4laugh So that's the story. Try not to throw up! wink wink
