Just An Ordinary Day...

So I know I said that I'm scared to turn twenty but I'm actually strangely looking forward to it. I'm really looking forward to having a bit of a laugh and taking lots of really bad photos and (hopefully) a few good ones. That's why I love my MSN Space so much. You can upload so many photos to it and I love photos. They're like little slots of memory in an otherwise very blurry scene. I bought myself a photo album the other day to print out loads of photos and write stuff with them. I'm quite sad like that. I love to remember the good times, and sometimes the bad. There have been a lot of good times recently, and lots of happy memories to keep. I want to show my kids how happy I was, especially when they are down. I want them to realise the things I didn't when I was in school. No matter how unhappy you are for one day, there are so many happy days that sometimes you just forget about because they were just ordinary days. The ordinary days matter as much as the best days. Ordinary days like yesterday when I went for dinner with mum, dad and my sister then went to the rugby club for drinks with the boys. Callum was home from Aberdeen and I missed him so much that last night I didn't stop smiling. But this time next week I will have forgotten all about it because it was just an ordinary day. I think I'm too philosophical for my own good. Have you ever had a day when you are smiling and someone says to you "what are you so happy about?" as if they can't see a good reason to smile. The best reason to smile is because you have no reason to cry or frown. It's like when people ask how you are and we automatically say things like "good" or "fine" or "OK" when we should be saying "fantastic" and "wonderful" and "amazing" because just saying the words puts a smile on your face and makes an "OK" day a "wonderful" day. Try it sometime...you never know...you might even find yourself being happy on an ordinary day. Em out xx