Okay I lied. I never got to the holiday post I promised. I got home late that night and spent the rest of it researching how to transfer over random, uncooperative bits of data to my new iPhone.
Funny story about that.
A few months ago at school, my phone fell out of my jacket pocket into a toilet, while I was bending over to pick up my books off the floor. Somehow it survived (I credit the 10 hours it spent in a bag of rice immediately after the incident for that), but as more time passed, it became glitchier and glitchier. I'm not trying to be the spoiled kid who has to have perfectly working, top-of-the-line devices, but it was starting to get on my nerves. Sometimes it wouldn't ring when someone called me. More than once it shut down with 16% battery still remaining. Things like that. It doesn't have to be perfect, but I want it to work.
Since I have insurance on my phone, I told my dad that all I wanted for Christmas was a replacement. On Christmas morning, after I pulled up at his house and started to get out of the car, my phone fell into the gutter. Which happened to be full of rushing water. Luckily it landed upright, so the damage wasn't too bad. I torched my sound though: no music, no ringtone, and silence on the line during a call.
Excellent timing on my part: not 15 minutes after my phone fell in the gutter did I open my new one.
I am now the family joke. Literally. This was the fifth time my cell phone had fallen into water (twice for the iPhone, once each for the other three). I swear to god, I am cursed. I don't know what I did, or how having my phone fall into a body of water FIVE TIMES isn't pennance enough for whatever I did, but I'm cursed. Karma, if you're listening, I'm sorry for whatever I did wrong.
Disclaimer: you can laugh at my misfortune.
And that is the story of how it all came to be. xx