Nice

So, now it's done and I'm one happy cow again. (Again?) More people than I expected showed up at the... framläggning and the room was actually quite crowded. During the first thirty seconds or so I was so damn nervous I considered shutting up to make my voice not tremble, a not so constructive solution in the long run. Since Mister Professor stole my initiating lines by saying welcome to himself I kind of had to figure out some new words to get started. It felt like having to begin reeling off the alphabet not starting at A, but hey, I'm almost a real scientist now and must be able to crack bigger problems than that. Accordingly, I made a humming noise, looked like a geek and said nothing (it works everytime). After that puzzling little moment I turned calm. I thought this is my show and started speaking, waving my arms and explaining the fine art of bitrate smoothing while I showed the lovely audience my stunning powerpoint slides and, actually, felt like queen of the world. Well, ISY that is. Afterwards my supervisor at the company popped a bottle of champagne and we had ourselves a little geek party right then and there! Both Mister Professor and Mister Supervisor seemed pleased with my work and I could shake the feeling of my thesis being an attempt to make a mountain out of a molehill. In the evening I put on my new dress, mismatched my boyfriend the t-shirt guy yet again, and had a great time with some friends eating dinner at an indian restaurant down town Linköping. Later, maybe a little bit too much whisky, sambuca and jäger went down my throat but not too too much and we danced to almost Interpol and Billy Idol and the world turned around us for a change, not the other way around. Yes, not the other way around. It was nice.