So i went from something like this...a kyocera cell phone from virgin mobile...this picture does not do it justice...the animations were not as visible nor as smooth. The only thing my phone could do was text and make phone calls, and that was only if I was NOT IN A DEAD ZONE...which was rare. I would drop calls left and right and there was a time when I could not or receive texts because of an error with virgin that lasted for a full 27 hours. The most advanced thing my phone posessed was that it had only three colors to mess around with. I paid 40 dollars a month for 1200 minutes and unlimited texting. The best adjective to describe the phone/plan was SIMPLE.
After months of complaints from me and from my friends- to get a REAL phone I have conceded. My boyfriend was very impressed to see that I have grown into a big girl phone. I have upgraded to a "real" plan and to an "real" android phone and the phone scares me. I don't like admitting that an inatimate object intimidates the poop out of me, but it does. Yes on the up side this mini computer can do so much: it synced up all my emails, social networking sites, and contacts with just a little swype of the finger. It has megapixels, a keyboard, applications an freaking HD camcorder....I spent the last three days just picking out a wallpaper for the phone. And yes Orwell did mess me up, by implementing the concept of "big brother" but I guess I was on the radar the minute I got an email address. or social security number, whatever.
In the end, yes I got a new phone and service mostly to subdue my friends' complaints and my own. But I miss the simple life.
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