On Being Compared To Ice Cream

Day 3:
During my first year in college, I had a phase where I painted shoes reminiscent of fruit. So, in order to do this, I bought white Anchor Bay Classics from K-Mart (About $9) and acrylic paint. These are supposed to be pineapples but I don't really know if that was prosecuted well. Given that I'm [almost] done with my third year of college, I guess I've had these shoes for more than three years. I like these shoes because they encompass all qualities that I enjoy in a shoe: 1. They do not require time investment to put on 2. They are sturdy 3. Fashionable and stylish (Because I am so fashionable) and 4. They are comfortable. I like these shoes so much that I brought them to China and that is why they are so dirty. I don't really take care of my shoes so I guess I could never be one of those people who maintains those limited/special edition shoes. Because these shoes are so versatile, they are good for any occasion! I'm pretty sure I've done some great things in these shoes.

I'm getting sick of trying to pose these stupid shoes. What a dumb project.

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On a sidenote, I was feeling a little down earlier so I called my mom . Aside from the standard mom-daughter heart to heart conversation, I had the weekly installment of advice on how I, to put it frankly, not to be a ho-bag/loose girl. It went something like this:

"You know when people eat ice-cream all the time, they will get tired of it after a while. So you have to be like a special kind of ice cream that no one can get at any time. You also shouldn't go to all the parties that you get invited to; you need to pick and choose. I mean, you can socialize but you just have to keep yourself distant. Save it for the man you will marry and love forever. "

I don't know where my mom gets this from but it is hilarious. First of all, I like how she compares me to ice cream. Second of all, I'm glad she thinks so highly of my social skills because I never get invited to parties. At least not the kind of parties where I am treated like the ice cream that everyone wants.

Although I get made fun of for the type of advice I get from my mom, I'm glad that my mom is comfortable about talking to me about these kinds of things. I know she tells me things like "Guys don't like loose girls" or actually makes reference to me and sex but it's healthy, right? I'm not a loose girl.

Does anyone else feel like eating ice cream now?