Cingular could fall of the face of the Earth right now and my only problem would be that my mom just wasted a hundred dollars on a new phone from them.

People kept telling me "oh, you know, they'll replace the screen it'll be like thirty dollars." Well, I was informed that since the screen was an LCD, it was full phone damage. I'd have to buy a new phone, just like my old one, no discounts, two hundred and eighty dollars.

I started to go down this path, but I said, "fuck that shit." I got a RAZR, which will have only cost sixty once I get the refund in a month or so and will be much less likely to break in three months. Mum asked, "what about insurance?" "That's five dollars a month per phone line, making a replacement phone only fifty, but you can only do this two times a year." "Fuck. You."

Then, I saw the greatest sign in the world: "Special Offer! One Case For Ten Dollars, Two Cases For Twenty Dollars!" Okay people, this isn't a "special offer," this is math. Please, learn the difference!

Okay, well my mum's mom is coming to visit today, and we get to drive her to my aunt's. I can flaunt my bruises, my phone, my holes, it'll be great.

Yesterday I broke my phone. Don't know how, but it went from fine and perfect to five to seven huge cracks in the screen. I can still make and receive calls, but any other function on the phone is null and void.

I also had my first peer review on a story I wrote. Positive, negative, and constructive feedback, along with indirectly being told that I'm wise and act older than my age. I've also been given the inspiration to write a novel around it, which I'm gonna do after I rewrite a novella I wrote a few years back. It'll probably be awhile, but it's still cool.

This morning I had my wisdom teeth pulled. Between pain, nerves, the attempts to break olllld habits, and just generally icky girlness, I've been crying a lot, much to my mom's confusion. I also think I might have had an abscess under one of them, a theory backed up by the fact that drinking water results in great pain in the spot where that tooth once was.

Novacaine is wearing off and I hate that taste. Also, the teeth were long. The longest was half an inch. And it was in my top row. So, um, yeah, no wonder I've been in pain.

I'm gonna eat, take some more meds, and maybe sleep. Hopefully the Boy will show up tonight, it would make me happy.