As promised, here's my first creative exercise for my Narrative Techniques class.
Prompt: Funhouse Mirror- "Write a deliberately distorted self-portrait- with aspects of yourself magnified or dimished. It is important, in the exercise, for you to use your own name.-500 words
Chocolate delight, strawberry frenzy, and triple chocolate peanut butter panic are among my favorite flavors. I’ve been having a love affair with ice cream for as long as I can remember. The smooth coolness proves to be a valuable addition a la modé to any dish on the menu. Well, anything sweet on a menu is sure to tickle my fancy if I have to be perfectly honest. And that doesn’t just apply to after dinner treats. You see, when I’m not in the midst of my love affair with ice cream, I’m sneaking to the kitchen to spend some time with a stashed bottle of Smirnoff or some other mixed fruity cocktail.
My doctor calls my love affairs addictions, but I like to think of my love affairs as perfectly healthy. Ice cream and fruity alcoholic drinks are sweet to me and I to them. Unlike friends and men, they’re always there for me and have yet to let me down. Sure, Dr. Delgado says I’ve put on twenty-four pounds in the last 8 months, and my liver isn’t as healthy as it should be for a twenty-one year old, but what does she know? I’m as healthy as racehorse. Cheerleading and soccer are part of my forgotten high school legacy anyways.
Dr. Delgado’s always saying to me, “Star, you’ve got to change your lifestyle. I remember when I met you a year ago you were anorexic. It appears to me you have a problem with self-image Star.”
I’ve tried explaining to her that I’ve always had these love affairs and that I’m now old enough to indulge in my guilty pleasures, as I so desire. Unfortunately, Dr. Delgado continues to tell me, “Star, you’re hopeless.”
Seriously, I never put that much faith into doctors anyways. Hopeless would be eating ice cream all throughout the day and finishing a six pack of beer at nine in the morning. I only eat ice cream with meals, and happy hour in my home doesn’t being until noon. Besides, what lady of class drinks beer? At this moment in time I’m drinking a Mimosa, and I haven’t even eaten ice cream at all today. Well, that’s partly because Dr. Delgado put me on a new diet. Yeah, I try to humor her for a good twenty-four hours and then I meet my lovers yet again. Come this time tomorrow, it’ll just be me and a bowl of piping pineapple freeze ice cream. I promised to attend a food addiction anonymous session Dr. Delgado is hosting this fall to further the humor. With the Christmas holidays coming up, now is the perfect time for me to break free of my addictions she says. Addictions? For our purposes, lets just continue calling it a glorious love affair shall we?
Let me know what you think!
Chocolate delight, strawberry frenzy, and triple chocolate peanut butter panic are among my favorite flavors. I’ve been having a love affair with ice cream for as long as I can remember. The smooth coolness proves to be a valuable addition a la modé to any dish on the menu. Well, anything sweet on a menu is sure to tickle my fancy if I have to be perfectly honest. And that doesn’t just apply to after dinner treats. You see, when I’m not in the midst of my love affair with ice cream, I’m sneaking to the kitchen to spend some time with a stashed bottle of Smirnoff or some other mixed fruity cocktail.
My doctor calls my love affairs addictions, but I like to think of my love affairs as perfectly healthy. Ice cream and fruity alcoholic drinks are sweet to me and I to them. Unlike friends and men, they’re always there for me and have yet to let me down. Sure, Dr. Delgado says I’ve put on twenty-four pounds in the last 8 months, and my liver isn’t as healthy as it should be for a twenty-one year old, but what does she know? I’m as healthy as racehorse. Cheerleading and soccer are part of my forgotten high school legacy anyways.
Dr. Delgado’s always saying to me, “Star, you’ve got to change your lifestyle. I remember when I met you a year ago you were anorexic. It appears to me you have a problem with self-image Star.”
I’ve tried explaining to her that I’ve always had these love affairs and that I’m now old enough to indulge in my guilty pleasures, as I so desire. Unfortunately, Dr. Delgado continues to tell me, “Star, you’re hopeless.”
Seriously, I never put that much faith into doctors anyways. Hopeless would be eating ice cream all throughout the day and finishing a six pack of beer at nine in the morning. I only eat ice cream with meals, and happy hour in my home doesn’t being until noon. Besides, what lady of class drinks beer? At this moment in time I’m drinking a Mimosa, and I haven’t even eaten ice cream at all today. Well, that’s partly because Dr. Delgado put me on a new diet. Yeah, I try to humor her for a good twenty-four hours and then I meet my lovers yet again. Come this time tomorrow, it’ll just be me and a bowl of piping pineapple freeze ice cream. I promised to attend a food addiction anonymous session Dr. Delgado is hosting this fall to further the humor. With the Christmas holidays coming up, now is the perfect time for me to break free of my addictions she says. Addictions? For our purposes, lets just continue calling it a glorious love affair shall we?
Let me know what you think!
3 comments:
aahhhh its love and hate with food for me too..if you live nearby id call u for early happy hour. a lot. :P
I have an intense love affair with chocolate and strawberries, and life. But its a love hate relationship, haha :)
I wish you lived close enough to join me for happy hour. Like the girl above me, I'd be callin you up too.
I love ice cream so much I can't have it in the house...
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