Keepin' it snappy

Okay I've always had this mental thought of whether it's best to just enjoy the event you are at, or spend the whole night, busy taking photos of everyone and every thing that you kinda forget to have a good time. Because when you take photos, they are memories and in a way they help to recover or refill the gaps that you've missed when you reflect on past times. But by over-doing the whole photo thing, you'll forget to enjoy yourself and I think that's where the memories come from. You remember doing things that are significant and by having an absolutely mind-blowing freaking fantastic experience, you'll not only have 1 concrete image to remember, but a whole story board of the event in your mind that you can replay, just like a movie. Except those pictures wont be in your hands, it will be in your head. You may say, why not just film it? While you may be able to see the actual footage, I think that when you remember something so significant, you also remember the emotions you experienced at the time of the event. And that's what I think creates the perfect memory. You understood how happy you felt and it would feel like a dream just to relive that moment again. So these holidays, whether you're at socials, the beach or just chillaxing, take photos, lots of them, but remember to keep your time with the camera quick, because you'll never be able to have those amazing emotions, ever again. 

Oh, and speaking of memories, after getting my year 8 letter back on Thursday I realise how changed I am. After lunch I burst into tears and cried like a baby. Seriously it was uncontrollable. Like sometimes you cry like softly and you can control yourself, but this time was like an outburst of BOOHOOS and OMGSH's AND WAHAAAs. Haha I'm a cool kid. Well I'll confess- I wrote my height and weight on the letter to my future self, what shampoo I used, how I loved bebo and that a few guys in my class ( I wont mention names) were retards. LOL of course I was joking about it but the powers of nostalgia were enough to destroy all restraints within my tear ducts and I became a crying fountain. I also got a headache from all that. Class of '12 love you Miss Burgess and we won't forget the amazing people we've grown up to be because of you. xx