Looking through old photos.

So today has been a pretty bad day. Not only have I failed to find the keys I lost, and think that they are probably on a train to London somewhere, but I've had people nagging me, had to put off plans to see one of my best friends and had a scary train journey back to Stoke on top. In fact, I was really tempted to post a depressive post stating that nothing had made me smile today, but that would just make me rant. And anyway, this blog is supposed to be about happy times, don't wanna buck the trend, do I? Or do I!?

Me and my sis. I'm wearing a Crash
Bandicoot t-shirt FTW.

But then I remembered- something DID make me smile today. In two days time, my sister turns 21, and she's having a party thrown for her on Saturday. For the party, we're constructing something to do with photographs (I won't reveal too much in case she reads this!), so this has meant pulling out the box of old photos from the loft and flicking through to find the most fitting.

And in that box, I found some real gems, not only of Linzi, but of me too. Obviously none of these photos were too flattering- I found one photo of me on a beach when I was about 10, and I'm so pale, I'm near enough camouflaged into the sand! You seriously wouldn't have known I was standing there if it wasn't for my red speedos. There was also one of me and Linzi, on holiday, and we're both flexing our muscles- except we don't have any, and I'm in swimming shorts so my ribs are sticking out and I look like a living skeleton.

I had a right laugh with my family over this, and it kept me occupied for a couple of hours. It actually made me reminisce about my childhood, where things were normally care-free and I could just act really stupid for no reason. But when I asked myself whether I would rather be in my childhood now, I thought no thanks. I'm actually happy living my life as a student, even if I can't access my own room in my own house right now.