Watching the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants
i never wanted to read the books… never wanted to watch the movie; everybody said that i should see the movie at least, if not read the books. they said it would be good for me, because i could relate. so i refused… it just happened to come on TV at a point where i was too lazy to get up and put in a DVD, and there was nothing on TV. so i ended up watching it. i geuss you could say i love and i do relate.
tibby is my rebelness, i even have the dyed funny colours hair
bridgette is me when i’m in your face, and when i played soccer…
carmen is me when i write, and when i get angry because of my weight and how no one understands, and has the split parents
rachel is my selfconscious shy self who loves to observe, but has a hardtime connecting with people
i geuss i should have given it a chance, maybe i should give all those books a chance that everyone wants me to read… my boyfriend has been getting me to read some books, but he’s the only one, it pisses a bunch of people off. but i just can’t stand people trying to tell me to read something
