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...When going bungee jumping, don’t jump feet first. Jen explained that the cords are tied to your feet, so if you don’t dive headfirst, you’ll end up doing a back flip that’s pretty painful. What does bungee jumping have to do with being socially confident? Well, Jen said, if you can do that, you can pretty much do anything. Plus you’ll have a great story to share in conversations...
...live castle, whose walls, alas, are pathetically weak.”In this city of walking dead, Vargalas endures a lone struggle for survival. This struggle is manifested in a search for vital signs of Lithuanian identity—a quest that’s fruitless until Vargalas stumbles headfirst into a live pulse: Lolita, the determinedly unchaste daughter of a brutal KGB colonel. In typical tragic fashion, a love story unfolds between the pair, but it becomes clear that Lolita is, like the rest of Lithuania, damaged goods—corrupted as much by the sinister...
...beanies, earrings—you name it. Mustering up just enough energy in our face muscles to fight the cold, Nick, Rebecca, and I turned to each other with beaming smiles that said: “This is what we came for.”We had thrown ourselves headfirst into the epicenter of Inauguration madness. Streets were closed. Newsstands were indistinguishable from vendors of Obama merchandise. Burger joints served “Eggnoguration”-flavored shakes. Given the extent of Obamamania, we had been surprised the night before when the restaurant we had gone to served no such...
...many places as possible,” but with a Dionysian disregard for order, Barlow leaves the rules of the game frustratingly vague. How will he know if he eats every part? How much of each part does he have to eat? Do eyeballs count? His headfirst dives into platefuls of snouts, curly tails, and the rare strip of tasty bacon leave no time for strategy. The unplanned, dizzying journey that results takes him from chorizo festivals to “ant-throwing bacchanals” and from the hills of ancient towns to the kitchen table of Fidel Castro?...
...side of a hill. In utter disbelief, Kevin asked a shirtless, red-bellied man where they had gotten the hose and water source. The man simply smiled back at us and replied, “It’s a park!” before hurling himself headfirst down the slippery slope...