Ok, one tiny part....
To keep you all updated, the story was written in 1920, is about a girl named Bernice (obviously), who goes and her visit family who live in another town. During her visit, her cousin, Marjorie complains to her mother that Bernice is a social drag and that the girl is moreless socially retarded and cannot be helped. Bernice over hears this and makes a scene and afterward, after threatening she'll leave, Marjorie agrees to take her under her wing and teach Bernice how hold interesting conversations, how to flirt with even unattractive or uninteresting boys to make herself seem more desirable, and how to dance.
Heres the part that personally just cracked me up.
Bernice best line is sexually teasing the boys by telling them she'll soon bob her hair---------And they can watch her do this.
Wow!
How innocent is that to us now? But way back when it was so scandalous. Now its a taken in joking terms. Hahaha
Anyways heres the rest, Bernice becomes a huge hit with the local boys. And a certain boy named, Warren, has shifted interest from Marjorie to Bernice, who shows him attention, whereas her cousin would use and neglect him for her own purposes. Clearly pissed off, Marjorie vows to get even (over a boy she could careless about) and decides to trick her cousin into actually bobbing her hair.
Well, the next day Bernice actually bobs her hair, and the local boys watch. However when Bernice comes out of the barbershop, the boys are taken back. And not in a good way. Her hair is flat and strange looking. Bernice puts two and two together and realizes she's been tricked.
When she goes home, her Aunt points out her new bobbed hair (which at the time was only seen on "liberated" women) would cause an issue at the upcomming party in the Aunts and Marjorie honour, as Bernice's haircut would be seen as outrageous to those in their social group. So after the relatives go to bed, Bernice packs her things and decides to take the 1am train home to Eau Claire, Wisconsin.
Before she heads out for her train, Bernice goes to Marjorie's room and cuts off her two long braided pigtails. She leaves for the train, placing the two pigtails on Warren's family porch, before catching her train ride home.
F.Scott Fitzgerald wrote the story for his sister Annabel, who was having social issues, in particularly with the boys. Realizing he had a good story, he re-wrote the ending so it would be more attractive to readers. Also he cut about 3000 words from the original text.
I gotta get Makris to read some of my short stories. I just have a really negative view on my work, which is why I hate it when people read it, I only expect the worse. Which is sad, cause most if not all of my readers from strangers to teachers all say I have talent.
Do I? And if I do, why am not seeing it?
I dunno?
My day was good. The nephews went home at noonish, Xavi has pink eye and Zane is talking about shadow people. Treymae has an interest in ghost and the unknown (I think I got this interest from her as she is my mother) and she and he had a few interesting talks. Zane told me that it had no nose and had red eyes and would smile at him. And that it wants to take Xavi (his younger brother) to the tree and that it didn't like mommy (my older sister).
This people is coming from a three year old.
Right now I just finished dishes and am watching Cirque du Soleil with Treymae. I'm semi-waiting for someone interesting to come online and talk to them about my lastest interest and laugh. Only Thom is on and I don't think he will reply. Schoolwork probably. Tony probably will be on later, same with a few others.
I really, really, really need some new or more friends. But honestly, I don't think anyone would want my friendship. Or would understand me. At least not now. I'm to fucked up. This is why I know I will never have a real relationship, a husband or children. And I really would like to have kids and a stable marriage someday. I even have their names and my wedding date picked out. But I know I'm to unattractive in a lot of ways. Could just be how I view things too.
I'm now sitting here, bored...I might do another entry later on...Maybe a short story?
Hmmm.
Well I'm done with this entry.
Until Next Time.
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