Cell phones

My parents have officially broken down and gotten a cell phone for each person in the family. Camera phones, no less. Mine is red and shiny and fits into a back pocket perfectly. It is gorgeous, and although I'm not paying for it (I wouldn't have a phone at all if I did), I'm sure it costs a pretty decent amount each month. There was a discount involved for getting a family plan, and the previous contract had expired, but I still feel wasteful. My old one (the one that is now Dad's, ha ha) worked just fine.
My brother, however, feels no guilt whatsoever, and has probably accumulated at least fifty pictures already, of subjects ranging from the inside of his mouth to his "six pack" to the giant turd discovered in the bathroom at his school. There is, however, a downside.
Nate has apparently been assigned the abandoned phone number of a very attractive high school girl. He is text-messaged constantly from multiple boys who are getting a little annoyed with Cally's playing hard to get. This will make the third consecutive night I have been wakened by his phone beeping, but at least this time it was something important. At three am, Jason decided to ask Cally to prom! You know, it would be fun. That is, if she didn't already have a date, of course.
Poor Cally, who after switching her phone number, and assumably procuring a restraining order, is still pursued. Poor Jason, who will never know whether to look into that tux or not. You know, he never sees her anymore. And poor Nate, who is not allowed to send any replies.