watch out...i'm starting to grow up!

First things first. I have owned few watches in my life. I pretty much altogether stopped wearing one in 1999. They freak me out. Like my life is slowly slipping by, but instead of enjoying it I have this giant face on my hand ticking down the moments.

Dramatic? Of course, it's me! Well, it's all well and good not to wear a watch but now that my schedule involves student teaching, working, playing, and mentoring I need something to tell me the time. Like I ever carry a cell phone.

So I went out today and bought one. During this shopping extravaganza I started to have a panic attack. I looked at all the watches and hated them instantly. I tried on one that was a metal bangle that snapped shut. A handcuff, I thought. I am handcuffed to NO FUN and DEATH. tick tick tick...well, there was 3 wasted seconds... tick tick... shit, i should've enjoyed that more...

Well, Ms. Drama-Queen (me) finally picked one out. Pretty cute. I just put it on without panicking. So far, it's okay. I feel a little weird but I think I'll make it... but I do feel like I'm growing up, or giving in. hmph. Silly.


(this is what my watch looks like, only mine has black where the beige is and beige where the brown is. get it?)