Thinking back...
Nov. 10th, 2004 11:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
conuly
Somebody on my friends list posted about the apple stem game, where (of course) you carefully would manipulate your apple stem twisting so as to end on the letter of the boy you liked.
I don't remember ever doing this growing up, though I vaguely knew about it. What we did do, though, a lot, was play "opposite day". We'd be in the cafeteria, eating lunch, and all of a sudden somebody at the table would declare it was "opposite day" and everything meant the opposite. So people would carefully switch their sentences so they wouldn't say something they didn't mean, and this would go on for about five minutes until somebody else declared "opposite opposite day". And then it was "opposite opposite opposite day". And so on.
And all this time I'd be reading my book, pretty much oblivious to everything, including the fact that it was lunchtime. If nobody poked me before the end of lunch, I'd have to gobble my sandwich between the table and the door. Again.
I don't remember ever doing this growing up, though I vaguely knew about it. What we did do, though, a lot, was play "opposite day". We'd be in the cafeteria, eating lunch, and all of a sudden somebody at the table would declare it was "opposite day" and everything meant the opposite. So people would carefully switch their sentences so they wouldn't say something they didn't mean, and this would go on for about five minutes until somebody else declared "opposite opposite day". And then it was "opposite opposite opposite day". And so on.
And all this time I'd be reading my book, pretty much oblivious to everything, including the fact that it was lunchtime. If nobody poked me before the end of lunch, I'd have to gobble my sandwich between the table and the door. Again.
