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renrenren3The other night I somehow finished writing the first draft of my presentation. Then I went to see my advisor who greenlighted it after giving it a cursory check. (It really shouldn't surprise me any more. My friends say that their advisers aren't much more helpful either.)
Anyway, I still have to fix the layout and the figures and add something about orders of convergence, but the outline is fine as is.
I'll probably work it tonight since I spent today doing other stuff that's more or less mandatory for graduation. Namely, getting new clothes and a haircut. Which is something I've been putting off until last minute, but I didn't have anything even remotely formal to wear and after two months of pulling out my hair in frustration I looked like a scarecrow.
I went shopping with my mum, which is a nightmarish experience at best. She's 50, but her brain is still firmly lodged in the fashion of 80 years ago. I don't even.
At first I made the mistake of saying I didn't want to dress too formally, by which I meant I wasn't going to wear a suit or a dress. Black trousers, white shirt, can't be too difficult. Or so I thought. She said she'd seen a shirt and a pair of shoes in a shop window, which in theory was good because I can't wear my usual, comfy, battered sneakers anyway so I needed new shoes.
At first in front of the shop I was all, what am I supposed to be looking at? The shirt looked like something out of the 19th century. The shoes were marginally nicer sneakers. She thought I was wearing jeans because for some reason, she has no middle ground between suits and jeans. Cue huge amounts of frustration and my reinforced belief that integrals are a better way to spend your time than shopping.
Anyway, I finally managed to clue her in and we found another shop and a pair of dress trousers and shoes. The shoes kind of scare me because they have heels and I don't get along well with heels. Then again, sometimes I lose my balance even when I'm barefoot, so yeah. At least mum liked them.
It was the shirt that kind of killed me. Why is it so hard to find a simple short-sleeved white dress shirt anyway? I even tried on the fugly shirt that looked like it belonged to one of the Pilgrim Fathers, and obviously it looked awful on me. Then my mum pointed to another shirt, which was very cute except no way I was wearing that one because it was off the shoulder. Which, I might add, I pointed out to her right away. Obviously she didn't believe me until I tried it on, at which point she was all, you can't wear that! (Thank you, Captain Mum! I've only been trying to tell you so for the past five minutes.)
In the end I went with a shirt that was almost perfect, but has 3/4 sleeves. I really wanted short sleeves because it's going to be hot as hell in uni next week, but whatever. Mum hates the shirt because she says it's too long and it will look awful over the trousers or with the jacket. Jacket that, I might add, I don't even want to wear. It's a grey one that she never wore (maybe because it's too fugly) and insists I need to keep on for the presentation. Haha, no.
At least my sister approved of the shirt. Thank you for being the voice of common sense, sis. And then we went to get a haircut together!
My mum almost freaked out when my sister said she was getting her hair cut too. My sister's always had very long hair, almost to her butt, and personally I thought it didn't suit her at all. Obviously my mum loved it since by now it's clear that her tastes are the polar opposite of mine (or any normal person's). Anyway, my sister said she only wanted to cut it a little, and my mum was still freaking out.
I was sad that I couldn't freak out my mum by getting a buzzcut again, but I did look awful when I did it three years ago. (Mum's freak out was totally worth it, though.) Anyway, I just had it shortened a couple of inches. My mum still doesn't like my new haircut because my hair's been straightened. May I point out that I have straight hair to begin with? In its normal state it's not curly, it's messy.
The kicker, though, was that my sister went and had her hair cut shorter than mine. She looks awesome. My mum thinks she looks awful. We both don't really care about her opinion any more.
I loved dad's reaction, though.
"Do you like your new shirt/haircut? Yes? Good. Then I like it too."
He was very quality today.
I've got my outfit, booked a restaurant for the after-graduation lunch and the printed copy of the thesis will be ready by tomorrow. Now all that's left really is finishing the presentation.
Anyway, I still have to fix the layout and the figures and add something about orders of convergence, but the outline is fine as is.
I'll probably work it tonight since I spent today doing other stuff that's more or less mandatory for graduation. Namely, getting new clothes and a haircut. Which is something I've been putting off until last minute, but I didn't have anything even remotely formal to wear and after two months of pulling out my hair in frustration I looked like a scarecrow.
I went shopping with my mum, which is a nightmarish experience at best. She's 50, but her brain is still firmly lodged in the fashion of 80 years ago. I don't even.
At first I made the mistake of saying I didn't want to dress too formally, by which I meant I wasn't going to wear a suit or a dress. Black trousers, white shirt, can't be too difficult. Or so I thought. She said she'd seen a shirt and a pair of shoes in a shop window, which in theory was good because I can't wear my usual, comfy, battered sneakers anyway so I needed new shoes.
At first in front of the shop I was all, what am I supposed to be looking at? The shirt looked like something out of the 19th century. The shoes were marginally nicer sneakers. She thought I was wearing jeans because for some reason, she has no middle ground between suits and jeans. Cue huge amounts of frustration and my reinforced belief that integrals are a better way to spend your time than shopping.
Anyway, I finally managed to clue her in and we found another shop and a pair of dress trousers and shoes. The shoes kind of scare me because they have heels and I don't get along well with heels. Then again, sometimes I lose my balance even when I'm barefoot, so yeah. At least mum liked them.
It was the shirt that kind of killed me. Why is it so hard to find a simple short-sleeved white dress shirt anyway? I even tried on the fugly shirt that looked like it belonged to one of the Pilgrim Fathers, and obviously it looked awful on me. Then my mum pointed to another shirt, which was very cute except no way I was wearing that one because it was off the shoulder. Which, I might add, I pointed out to her right away. Obviously she didn't believe me until I tried it on, at which point she was all, you can't wear that! (Thank you, Captain Mum! I've only been trying to tell you so for the past five minutes.)
In the end I went with a shirt that was almost perfect, but has 3/4 sleeves. I really wanted short sleeves because it's going to be hot as hell in uni next week, but whatever. Mum hates the shirt because she says it's too long and it will look awful over the trousers or with the jacket. Jacket that, I might add, I don't even want to wear. It's a grey one that she never wore (maybe because it's too fugly) and insists I need to keep on for the presentation. Haha, no.
At least my sister approved of the shirt. Thank you for being the voice of common sense, sis. And then we went to get a haircut together!
My mum almost freaked out when my sister said she was getting her hair cut too. My sister's always had very long hair, almost to her butt, and personally I thought it didn't suit her at all. Obviously my mum loved it since by now it's clear that her tastes are the polar opposite of mine (or any normal person's). Anyway, my sister said she only wanted to cut it a little, and my mum was still freaking out.
I was sad that I couldn't freak out my mum by getting a buzzcut again, but I did look awful when I did it three years ago. (Mum's freak out was totally worth it, though.) Anyway, I just had it shortened a couple of inches. My mum still doesn't like my new haircut because my hair's been straightened. May I point out that I have straight hair to begin with? In its normal state it's not curly, it's messy.
The kicker, though, was that my sister went and had her hair cut shorter than mine. She looks awesome. My mum thinks she looks awful. We both don't really care about her opinion any more.
I loved dad's reaction, though.
"Do you like your new shirt/haircut? Yes? Good. Then I like it too."
He was very quality today.
I've got my outfit, booked a restaurant for the after-graduation lunch and the printed copy of the thesis will be ready by tomorrow. Now all that's left really is finishing the presentation.
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Date: 2011-04-09 06:08 pm (UTC)they have heels and I don't get along well with heels. Then again, sometimes I lose my balance even when I'm barefoot
Haha, are you me? The maximum height I manage to walk without an accident is ... five centimetres, I think. Five or six. Don't want to go any higher because I'd probably twist my ankle. I'm so unladylike. xD
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Date: 2011-04-09 08:04 pm (UTC)FIVE CENTIMETRES IS A LOT IN MY BOOK! You should be proud of your non-falling-down skills.
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Date: 2011-04-09 08:12 pm (UTC)I am. :'D Though it looks more than a little stiff-legged when I'm walking, haha. And my higher heels are always boots so maybe that's why I'm not falling down. xD
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Date: 2011-04-11 05:33 pm (UTC)That shopping trip sounds like a pain in the ass. But at least its over now.