Saturday September 22, 2007

I've been lusting over this watch for a while, but keep telling myself 'no!  you have a perfectly fine watch that goes with everything in the world, and you do not need to drop $200+ for a watch that is essentially a glorified punk bracelet and will probably break within a few years.'
Then, last night, my trusty Nine West silver watch (so excitedly purchased with my high-school graduation cash and worn every single day since May 2000) died.  Somehow, water got underneath the crystal, and the watch is kind of limping along and making awkward 'tick' noises, which I take to be the fashion-watch equivalent of a death rattle.
So, should I shell out for an admittedly gorgeous Marc Jacobs timepiece (ideally purchased via ebay for a significant savings and dubious authenticity), or suck it up and live watch-less* til after I finish my master's, at which point I can reasonably ask the parents for a nice watch as a graduation present?
*and it's not as if a watch is really that useful.  What time is it?  Let me look at the laptop, the iPod, the cell phone. 

On Friday night, I went to my first yoga class in three months at the UC rec.  (The UC rec, by the way, is pretty much the earthly equivalent of Workout Heaven, what with the two pools and the gorgeous track and the bajillions of ellipticals, treadmills, stairclimbers, and Nautilus setups.)
I do realize this makes me sound like a self-righetous yoga snob, but oooooh lord, that was the greatest 60 minutes of my week.  My body was practically emanating rays of divine light through the entire class, and I was so thrilled to get back into yoga that I stayed afterward to go into headstand and probably get called a show-off by those exiting class.  Well, I might be a show-off, but balance poses make me happy, which is more than I can say for many other workouts.  I'm already planning my week around the rec's schedule of yoga treats.  Nirvana, here I come!

No comments: