Approximately one month ago, my product red motorazr died. If you've ever been around me at all, the chances are extremely high that you've heard me complain about this phone. The screen froze up all the time, the texting was terrible, and it was, in one all-inclusive word, slow. This stinkin' phone drove me crazy! Every day I had something bad to say about it. Sounds like I should have thrown a party when it broke, right? Wrong. When it broke, I cried. I surprised even myself at how sad I was when it broke. And when I went to Best Buy and they told me there was nothing I could do, I tried to convince myself that buying a new phone would be a good thing--that anything would be a step up from my razor. But the reality of it was that I was heartbroken. My phone was dead. My phone that had been through two break-ups, graduating from high school, moving away to college (and all that goes along with that, including the heartache), and ending up in the hospital at the end of the semester, with me. As dramatic as it sounds, a very small part of me died when my phone died.
When I got my new phone, the LG rumor, I should have been a little more excited. It has all the features that my old phone didn't. Still, every day I find something new to complain about. The tiny buttons on the keyboard, the irritating noises that it makes for everything (the incoming calls/texts, alarms, etc), the number 3 button that sticks regularly.
And yet...this is how I know I'm going to love this phone. It will be a great new start.
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