So I had a really good night on Friday... Another 21st birthday celebration... It was fabulous until I dropped my phone down the toilet and lost everything. IF YOU ARE READING THIS STOP AND BACK UP EVERYTHING ELECTRONIC THAT YOU LOVE. I've been under the impression for the past four months since getting my new phone, that my photos were backing up to the cloud (or the htc version of it) and my trusty SD card. This was not the case.
I LOST EVERYTHING.
Photos from my 21st birthday, my anniversary week away in our log cabin, photos from Spain, and we need a moment of silence for all the selfies that were lost.
So I've moped around, and yelled at my boyfriend and at my mom and dad and now I'm letting it all out through typing pretty damn aggressively but honestly, it hurts to lose memories. Photos are the trigger for memories using our poor 10% of brain capacity (I watched Lucy the other day, mainly for Scar Jo but it was pretty awesome, somewhat unfathomable but Morgan Freeman was in it too so anything sounds truthful when he speaks it, anyway she takes a drug that gradually builds up her brain capacity to 100 and lets just say, **** goes down).
Now, I am praising the lord for the Facebook uploads and my trusty Polaroid camera <3
Good old Polly saved the day and I've got so many gorgeous photos that can't be erased from a crappy electronic device. Instant film, what a wonderful gift to the world.
I apologise for the lack of photos in this post but check out some I scanned in from my friends birthday, think they sum up a messy but altogether memorable night.