The Other Boelyn Girl.

I made this blog account a while ago, and completely forgot it was under my possession. This blog in which I erased what I had written was talking about how stressed I was at the end of spring, and I can accredit that all entirely to one person. Now the story's far from boring, but if I were to tell it, it would take far to long and I'd be breeding more words than that which you would mind reading.

It's a sunday night and a far from eventful day, and here I sit watching The Other Boelyn Girl. I myself am an only child and have never had a sister, obviously. As the plot goes two sisters compete for the love of the king of England. And here is where i wonder how could two people who grew up together could betray each other in such away. I personally favor Anne, on the principle that Mary is such a hypocrite and frankly a twat. 

I really wish people cared about themselves so much as to dress as the did in medieval England. In all respects of Anne's unkindliness Mary definitely had it coming.