Broken

The Panasonic VS3 rears its ugly, delicate head at me again, but rather than a cracked screen or a weird smelling stain that just won't go away, I can't make phone calls anymore.

Yes, you heard that right. My cell phone is now incapable of being a cell phone.

I was completely annoyed, of course, because it was working just fine last night. Its final functioning scene consists of me, standing outside of St. Louis, trying to soothe my mother because it was an hour until midnight on a school night (blashphemic!) and I was still out and about, up to no good hooliganism and the like. Really, I was defying logic and eating chicken fingers at a place known for its chicken wings, while feeling naively secure in the assumption that my cell phone worked.

So much for that.

This is the second time my phone has conked out on me, but the first time wasn't even that bad in comparison. The first time, the phone's camera basically broke once I touched the phone (these fingers are cursed), but it was still a phone! I could still call someone, still text someone, and basically show off my insanely cool piece of antiquity that was at least 90% useable.

And now? Well, now I need a new phone.

Trust me, I come to a pretty good conclusion about my constant desire to renew my phone, but I need to get out of class.