My first smartphone!
This is a sad, depressing story about a young boy's love and how it came to a tragic, shattering end.
T'was the end of June, and my long-sustained relationship with my kin twom had become stale. I wanted the real deal. A windows phone. I scavenged every post on eBay, looking for the phone of my dreams (well, the one I was able to get, considering the fact that I'm shackled to Verizon). After looking for a couple weeks, i finally found one. $145, practically perfect condition. The phone arrived July 2 if I'm not mistaken. From then on, we were inseparable. I installed every update, synced all of my music, pictures, ECT. My experience with my own first smartphone has been wonderful.
A month had passed, when a trip to Virginia beach had come along with no omen of danger. However, a tragic trip to the bathroom changed my life forever. As I attempted to launch a paper towel into the trash can, hacky-sack style, my trophy had slipped from the grip that I had on my pocket. From there, the rest is self-explanatory. As I reached to the floor to pick it up, I prayed that nothing had happened, but my prayers were not answered. Cracks now occupy my screen, obstructing my view, constantly reminding me of that horrid day.
Anyway, the phone works completely fine. Cracked digitizer, a Nick in the camera lens, though hardly noticable, but it's perfectly fine. Plus, my upgrade is in October, so I'm looking forward to the new WP8s on VZW!
Also, I just thought I would share that I haven't had to reset it once, and there's barely any stuttering at all! My brother, who has been an apple junkie for a few years now, is even impressed with the features of WP7.5 and how it runs, and this is only first-Gen hardware (if I'm not mistaken)! Anyway, I digress.