I am tired. My parents woke me up early this morning because we were scheduled to go shopping out of town. My graduation is coming up and I need an outfit. Personally, I’d go wearing dress pants, nice shoes and a decent t-shirt. No one is going to see anything under my gown. Unless they have x-ray vision in which case, better clothes will not help.
My unnamed professor and my mom teamed up against me. Something about Mom-Solidarity... stupid solidarity. She said that my mom was right, that she was just excited and that I would know that I looked good. Dang her logic!
I hate shopping but I have to say, it went rather well. I found the majority of my outfit as I already own an amazing pair of pants. Now all that’s missing is the shoes. Shoes have always been the last and most difficult item to procure. It’s really hard to find a nice shoe in a size 11 or 11 ½. I think that’s about a 41 in European sizes. Way to make me feel like I’m walking on canoes Europe. Yes, I’m blaming the entire continent.
Obviously canoes are not meant to be shoes.
For this graduation I’m trying to go simple, comfortable, light and safe. For my high school grad I was in a skirt for the first time in my life, in actual high heels for the first time in my life, my hair was done up using at least a quarter of the world’s supply of bobby-pins. It was important so I let it all happen. About that! The skirt was actually comfortable except for the paranoia I suffered regarding how I was sitting. The heels were awful. I must have found the most uncomfortable pair because I refuse to believe they’re still a fashion staple if they hurt that much. I couldn’t stand in those for more than fifteen minutes at a time and I walked home from my bus stop with a nearly broken foot. Not to mention that I almost fell off the grad stage... again. The dude at the stairs to help the girls (and one or two guys) down was not a mere formality to me. It’s hysterical because he was about a foot shorter than me and probably weighed a third of what I did. I don’t know how I made it back to my seat without incident, but I managed. I experienced a similar problem at my grade eight grad... stupid high shoes and balance problems.
So this year, I’m just wearing a nice pair of black pants, a light shirt with a jacket and most importantly of all, FLATS. I am not compromising on the last item. As for my hair... no idea. I’ll wash it for sure! Maybe I’ll get it cut. I’m more than due and even better, I think it’s long enough to donate now.
It’s taken two attempts but I think I’ve finally figured this whole graduating thing out. Fingers crossed.
Also, does anyone want to buy a gently used ABBA CD? I’m afraid that if I just hide it my parents will find it again. I love ABBA but one cannot sleep while Our Last Summer is blaring on repeat.