Looking through photos of last summer instantly puts a smile on my face. It's interesting how we have these adventures and amazing experiences, then put them into a box never to look at again until months later on a cold cloudy day. I'd have to say Victoria is one of my favourite places. I don't remember a moment of doubt being there. Actually I take that back. Maybe there was a bit of doubt when it came to the "real" reason I was there (music and performing) but besides that I enjoyed everything. The restraunts, the music, the ocean, the people, the history.. It was amazing!

I'm working toward completing my Royal Conservatory 10 this yr and taking the exam in August. In preperation toward completing the course, I plan to attend VPSS again to polish my program. (Which means another July in Victoria! woot woot!) I am looking forward to adventuring the city again and being challenged by music. Everyday was a day worth while there. I can't say I had ever practiced or performed that much in 3 weeks ever. When it came to performing, I don't think I had ever felt so alive from the rush of evil butterflies lingering in my stomach. Since I'm on this topic, let me elaborate the feeling process you go through. First you sit and wait, and as you wait you start to feel nauseous and dizzy. You may even feel a slight hesistation toward 'actually' performing. You then start second guessing yourself and panic. Finally your name is annouced and there's no backing out. You stand, walk toward the stage not even registering your feet are leading you to the spot light. Suddenly you feel like you're in a dream and 'this' isn't happening. Your fingers touch the keys and your head starts to spin a little. All details learned in a song suddenly becomes magic.... You don't know 'how' this is happening but it is. Your heart starts beating faster than ever, the biggest adrenaline rush almost imagined. (sounds extreme, but I'm kind of an extreme person I guess.) This can either lead to humiliation or an extreme high. I've experienced both. Humilation happens when letting yourself be taken over by the evil butterflies. And the extreme high comes when you breathe, breathe, breathe, relax and focus. The audience claps and you're still dreaming. You bow, walk off stage, go back to your chair you had left 10 mins ago with a more relieved feeling than ever before. I'm not going to lie, performing for me is alwaaayys intense. I love that feeling of being out of your comfort zone. Interesting, it is. It mind boggles me how some people can perform without a fear in the world! Those people are my idols and inspiration. At the same time, getting through the struggle is one of the most rewarding feelings ever. I'm excited to go back! .. It would be nice if July could come a little faster..

My first blog.

So here it is, my first blog.. how exciting! I've attempted many times writing about myself, but for some reason have failed miserably. Probably because if you "know" me well, you know that I can be fairly shy, especially when talking about myself. Anyway, I decided it's time to step out of my shell a little and try "this" again, haha. Plus, I enjoy writing alot so why not!?

I wasn't sure I was "up" for having a birthday party this weekend, only because this last week, I suddenly felt anti-social and wanted to be a hermit. Long story. Anyway, Suzannah, (my bff) decided to host me one anyway to uplift my spirit. Haha, I don't know whether to thank her right now, or not?... I guess since it was my first bday party since I was about 13, it was nice to have one again. It started off low key @ Alpenhorn where everyone met for drinks. We all socialized and talked about our liiivess, very nice and chill. About an hour later, poor broke Suzy, with only a few nickels and dimes to spare, sat with her water while watching everyone indulge in their alcoholic beverages... Our waitress arrived with our second round of drinks, lost her balance and dumped 3 pints of beer onto little
miss "pigtails" suzy. (Every guys dreeeaaam)
Suzy, drenched head to toe along side the waitress, smelled more sour than anything went the rest of the night. My dear friend, the trooper.. toughed it out (like always) and because of that, was given a free beer!!! That's when the party really started! Kyle Mcreary, my fellow soul mate, arrived an hr late (as per usual) .. We kind of have a love hate relationship, but I'm putting allot of emphasis on the "love" part, even though he probably would beg to differ. :P Anyway, I decided to forgive him since he dressed up so nice for the special occasion. I'm sure he's slapping himself for it now after all of the "attention" Josh and I gave him for it. Haha, If there's one thing you should know about Kyle, he most certainly does not respond well to affection! As Josh puts it, "kyle is a manatee" .. but a very lovable one of course ;). After alot of "harassing" Kyle and downing random shots, It was finally time to get our cosmic bowl on! I can't say bowling went well for me that night... At one point in my life I was actually in a bowling league, but come to think of it.. I'm pretttty surrre..that was a dream!
When it came to my last turn of the night, with the score of 67, I told myself "I HAVE to get a strike!!" My amazing friend Allan thought to help me out on this one. We discussed it would be a sweet idea to throw a ball down one after the other in hopes that at least one would hit the middle. So there I went up, "granny style between the legs" counted 123, and as I threw my ball down, Allan threw his half a second after ... hitting the shites out of my middle finger! We had quite the audience watching as I stood whimpering over and over like a baby.... Allan & Suz immediately came to the rescue, went outside gathering snow and bringing it back in for my poor finger (that is now swollen blue) to rest upon. In the end, no strike for me, but on a brighter note, Allan ended up getting me a spare ! :)

After bowling, and in such pain... Everyone thought it would be a good idea to get little old Alana even more drunk to REALLY cure the pain in my finger. Haha, so a few of us jumped into Ian's sober truck... Then Josh asks to stop by his Van left by Alpenhorn to give me my gift. Josh and I get out, go into his van, where he then sang me this sweet song that he wrote himself. Touching, I know. Haha, It made me laugh and almost cry at the same time. With Josh's sweetass lyrics, I'm almost certain he'll become the next "prince charming" posted on girls walls. That's if he continues with the cheese in cheesy! Haha, anyway It was probably one of the sweetest birthday gifts ever received! :)
After that, we then made a quick stop to the liquor store, then back to my house to part-eh! I'll admit, it was a bit of a gong show! We started off by playing spoons, which to me is one of the easiest games known! But for some reason there was alot of confusion going on. Let me just say, there were alot of cards being passed at once, when really! How hard is it to know you're only to pass one at a time? haha. Even though the game wasn't played properly, we seemed to get through it.. (some, a little frustrated) haha and others not as much.
After the game, I decided to leave the "drinking zone" and go into "dancing zone," where it wasn't so complicated. After a few hours of that nonsense, it was suddenly time for the tbar! Only a few joined in on this sketchy adventure, Jess, Josh, Ian, A European boy (who i don't know )and myself. We get into the twin, get our dance on, (besides Josh who is by this time feeling miserable... and running from stool to bathroom back and forth.) After an hour into this dance party, we realize the party is really at my place!...
So we go back..

(My finger all of sudden feels amazing.) We go back to my place and I prove to everyone that I'm still a hardcore pianist. I rock out some of my mad piano skillz...and get a mix reaction from the crowd. Some people were telling me to stop, and some were telling me to go on... I didn't know who to listen to. I'm pretty sure I should have listened to whoever told me to stop! Haha my finger definitely wasn't in the happiest mood a few hours later. After my little 'shinning moment' Jess & Suz bust out the camera and we have a little photo shoot! (haha like we always do when we get together!)






Later I go upstairs to find some of my friends dancing in the living room, some playing drums and some upstairs in the hot tub. ( Ok, this a little R rated, so anyone under age read ahead) First of all, I don't know how this happened, or why? But.. apparently naked Bill Crosson jumped off my roof and into the snow. This is something you just DON'T do when drinking. And this is what I mean by "gong show." Haha..

So there I was, drunk off many random shots, rum & coke and beer, (thanks to friends) and apparently stumbling everywhere! I was pretty much told to bed by this point. (probably for the best)

Morning after.

You really know you had a party when you awake to many beer bottles, cards scattered everywhere, a broken toilet flusher,a blue swollen finger and a hang over. Was it worth it? heck nooo...! Feeling like crap the next day is never worth it. Haha, but ... I guess I don't regret it either..

They say the age of the date your born on is your "golden" year. So far in the last week, I've lost way too many things for it to be considered "golden." Haha.. I'm hoping this will change around on me, and I'm hoping this "golden" talk actually works. Haha.. Bringgg oon the goolldd!