My upgrade is this week and I have been going back and forth about which phone to purchase. I am in between the Blackberry Storm2, Blackberry Tour, and the new Blackberry Curve 8530. If Verizon had the Blackberry Bold we would be all set but they don’t.
I prefer the way the Tour is designed, I like the touch screen of the Storm2, and I like the track-pad on the Curve. So you see I’m a little stuck here. I do not like the key pad of the curve so I have pretty much ruled that one out but it is cheaper and I am on somewhat of a budget. I would go for the storm but it is very large and bulky and I have heard the performance is less than mediocre. I love the tour but it does not have wifi, I definitely want wifi. So I suppose it is in between the tour and the storm2. The only thing keeping me from getting the storm is past reviews and the size. I’m not too picky on speed either. I have a gps and a laptop so having the internet will be nice on trips because I travel frequently but speed is not an issue. I am mainly getting the phone for organization and quality so I have something to last me another 2 years till my next upgrade that I am satisfied with. Help!!!
I would LOVE the iphone but I can’t switch to at&t.. I’m stuck with Verizon
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here’s a story i’ve been writing for some time now, i wanted to see what people thought of it. if you could, please rate 1-5 one being the best, 5 being the worst. & again I know it’s long but im sure youll take some liking to it. Thank you! (and im 11 for ppl who wanna kno!)
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“Taxi!” I yelled, holding the umbrella as close to my head as possible.
Finally, the taxi pulled up to the curb, splashing water out toward my fully-covered body.
“Watch it!” I yelled, raging.
Calm down. I told myself.
“Sorry ma’am,” the driver said as I took a seat in the back. “The roads are still a little slick.”
I nodded.
“Where to?” he asked, peering at me through the rear-view mirror.
“New York, New York,” I said to the whiskered man.
I figured he was in his thirties because of his gruff features and his deep voice.
“That’s two hours off and—” he complained.
I glared at him and when he saw my face in the mirror I knew he wouldn’t so much as attempt to argue farther.
“Your payment starts at two-hundred-fifty-dollars,” I told him after he started driving. “Every time you complain—fifty dollars gets cut off until you’re back at regular price,” I said snidely, trying to read his attitude.
He said nothing to me the rest of the way, except some unintelligible words here and there—ones I didn’t hesitate to use as excuses to subtract money off the price of this little trip. I pulled my laptop out of my bag and opened it on my lap. I logged into my email, looking for anything besides junk mail. There was only one letter from Dr. Johaysson, the person who injected the chemicals that made me like this so long ago. He was the only person I ever really knew.
When you get to New York, find a 12 year-old girl named Aurora Fletcher. Her mother thinks she’s going to summer camp, so tell her that you are the administrator. What you have to do is print the license below and show it to her mother ONLY if asked. It is important that you try to give as little information about yourself as possible—even if it’s not all truth. The more fake information you give, the more truth they will receive. I will not allow us to be found out. Do precisely as I say.
Good luck,
Professor Johaysson
I smiled and stroked my fingers across the keys.
Dr. Johaysson,
I haven’t yet arrived in New York, but I think you need to stop acting so smart because you forgot to tell me the address to where the little girl lives. I’m about to print the fake ID right now.
“What are you doing?” the driver asked after about ten minutes of my laughing from a youtube video I was watching.
“Having fun,” I said curtly. “And let me have one guess at what you’re doing…” I pretended to think. “Oh, yeah, I got it: Being nosy.”
He lipped my words and I deducted fifty dollars from the ending price. “Ouch, Mr. Sir. You’re almost at one hundred…” I clicked my tongue at him.
He said nothing more, but I think I heard a little snicker.
When I stepped out of the cab, it had already started to snow. I shut the door and gave the driver a one-hundred dollar bill. He glared at me and I laughed shoving my hand back into my pocket and bringing out a one dollar bill.
After he looked at it I said, “and one for good luck!”
With that, I turned on my heel, opening my umbrella and slung my bag over my shoulder. I didn’t know where I was going to go, so I walked slowly, waiting for the driver to go away. The roads were slick and starting to ice over, so I secretly said a little prayer for the taxi driver. I heard his wheels squeak when I got about one-hundred yards away from him and I ran into an alley, crouching in the corner. I pulled out my computer and checked my email again. There was mail from the Doc. It read:
I gave you a tracking device. Enter the code of 33200946 and the GPS will show you your present location, how far you are from your destination, and the route or routes you have to take to get there. See, I can act smart and still be smart, can’t I?
Doc.
I smiled, closing my umbrella and putting my fingers on the “home row” of the keyboard, not knowing what to write.
Yeah, Doc, but only the second time. ? LOL. (Do you know what THAT means? Laugh Out Loud.) Did you know that everyone knows what that means? Just Kidding
I’ll see you when I get back.
Stella.
I closed my computer and slipped it into my bag.
“Hey,” a voice whispered.
I looked up, zipping my pink messenger bag and standing up at the same time.
“What’s a rich-y person like yourself doin’ out here in the alleyway?”
The man emerged from the shadows.
“I was just going,” I said, with no indication of fear.
“Once you be comin’ to the back ways—ain’t no escapin’,” he said it in only a murmur.
“Look!” I shouted, pointing to the damp ground. “Money!”
He looked behind him, so I stuck my hand into my pocket, and dug around for a moment. The hobo got onto the ground and started sniffing it. I wrinkled my nose and pulled out a qua
UGH it did it again! it keeps cutting off my stories! ;( oh well. i hope you like it anyway. sorry!
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