This tim next year I will be Kimberley Low, A.Mus

Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to announced that I have, after months of 4 hour stretches tickling, hammering and carressing the ivories, finally sat for my grade 8 piano exam...

and I passed.

without even fully learning my first piece.

without even mastering my appregios.

without knowing a thing about my composers, having forgotten all the history crap I learnt 4 years ago*, because despite all that I managed to nail my Gershwin and Chopin pieces RIGHT on the head...

...in short, I am a genius, and hereby rightfully crown myself the Queen of Last-Minute Preparation.

The feeling is so indescribably liberating, it feels like all the weight I've been bearing for this past year has finally been lifted off and I can now bloody breathe. In fact, I'm still high from the whole thing...really, I am!

Ok well, to digress, I'm actually bored out of my brains. Already. Most of my friends have left for overseas and while its less than 2 weeks til its my turn, its hard keeping sane watching daytime tv and getting fat on cream cheese, but what else can I do? Everything costs money and money is what I'm trying to save.

Ah well expect a long and analytical post about how this past year has gone for me, I can safely say its been the shittiest year of my life and cannot be more glad that its over.

*During general knowledge section of the practical exam,
Examiner: Name me three keyboard instruments from Bach's era.
Me: *mind goes blank* Um...the clavierchord, the organ, and....um...
Examiner: Oh come on, its the biggest one of all....
At this point I'm like, there's something bigger than the organ?
Me: um...the pipe organ?
Never have I ever felt like more of an airhead than that very moment. Actually, I still don't know the answer and am too embarassed to ask my teacher, do you?