Jazmee27 
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- The new series takes place in twenty-first-century England. Some of the events that will happen are a combination of the two dramas I’ve already worked on, while others are new to this one.
- One of the scenes, I’m not sure which one yet, is fromwhen Ontario is seven years old, and his older brother, Brendyn, is nine. Alonso’s still somewhere in Scenoria, and won’t be enrolled at the School for Gifted Pupils for at least another year. The holidays are approaching, and Maria announces to her class that the annual Christmas Fest is coming up. Without warning, Ontario bolts the classroom and runs to his dorm, where he collapses on his bed and dissolves in tears. The rest of the idea is sketchy, as I need Tiffany’s input to help me clarify what I want to do here. One possibility is having Anastasia be the one to calm him as he’s comfortable with her and the two are already friends; another possibility is introducing another character to the mix.
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Reply #561. Jun 06 12, 7:50 AM
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Jazmee27
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I could feel my blood pressure rising as the cell phone adapter stubbornly refused to go in the hole. The same pattern which repeats itself each time I’ve had to charge the cell phone.
It’s one of those tiny USB port things at the side of the phone and, I’ll admit, less of a bother than the other adapters I’ve had, as I inevitably end up bending the pins in them. Still, this one seems to not want to go in, either—and then, at the moment when I feel about to scream, after the blood pressure’s reached dangerous levels, it slides nicely into the hole as if it hadn’t just been annoying the tar out of me. By then, of course, the battery’s dead as a doornail, so the phone’s turned off. At least it’s no longer making that shrill beeping, which makes concentration next to Impossible.
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Reply #562. Jun 06 12, 7:51 AM
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Jazmee27
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Last night Mom took a nap when she came home from work, but had a plan to wake up around 5:30 and call me for my store list, at which point she’d pick up what I needed. But when that time approached, I decided to heat up some pizza for myself, figuring if Mom hadn’t called yet she was still sleeping.
And she still was an hour later when I called her. So aI left her a message and began picking the seven players for my Fantasy Knockout team for the week. And that’s what I was doing when Mom called to ask me to email m y list to her: “Why should I have to do everything?”
Good question, and she shouldn’t have to. There’s just the teensy tiny detail that I don’t like being interrupted, and tend to behave badly when I am.
But, in the end, I made it work: I typed up the list and saved it to my computer, emailed Mom the attachment with the message “let me know it this one’s blank” referring to previous documents that were blank, and then went back to FT to finish making my selections.
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Reply #563. Jun 06 12, 7:53 AM
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Jazmee27
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No wonder Grandma didn’t call me yesterday, or today for that matter, when she had so much work to do!
I got worried this afternoon, so I called: she was vacuuming the carpets, after pouring lemon juice on the beds and carpets to get rid of fleas.
When she was here Sunday, Grandma told me she wouldn’t be up Monday because she had to take Scrappy to the vet on account of the cat scratching herself so much. “Michael says if she doesn’t stop soon she’ll be bald!”
But the vet couldn’t see her Monday, so plans got moved to Thursday or Friday, as Grandma had some sort of appointment today.
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Reply #564. Jun 06 12, 7:54 AM
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Jazmee27
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The vet was surprised, as Scrappy’s an indoor cat and flea season’s just starting. But he told Grandma, “If she’s got them, then your other cat will, too.” So Grandma has to treat both animals, rubbing this stuff on them to relieve itching and kill the pests, or whatever.
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Reply #565. Jun 06 12, 7:55 AM
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Jazmee27
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I remember the day, about a year ago, when the Dean of Students came to me with the ultimatum: either bring a “personal assistant” with me to the college, or don’t bother coming back. I remember I was indignant at first: how dare they single me out! Now, though, I’m able to see their point…
Because of my poor balance, I’ve never felt comfortable just standing up and walking. Plus, I have this problem where I can’t seem to go in a straight line. The joke is that I walk like I’m drunk: if I had a dime for the number of times the bus driver asked me, “Have you been drinking again,” I’d have more stored in my bank accounts than I do now.
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Reply #566. Jun 06 12, 7:56 AM
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Jazmee27
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Anyhow, each time I was in the school lobby I’d ask for assistance. And it was rare for anyone to be in the room to help give me verbal cuing, so most days a staff person had to stop what he or she was doing, shut down the computer, and help me.Trouble is, “the staff can’t do that”. And I can see why: they’re there to work, and each time one of them has to help, it takes away from the job they’re being paid to do. But at the same time that I understand…
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Reply #567. Jun 06 12, 7:57 AM
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Jazmee27
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I don’t need much, but what help I do need I can’t find. First the bus, then the school…
In all fairness, the Dean of Students, as well as the Office of Disabilities, tried to help me research options. Invariably, we came upon a brick wall: funding. As I was unwilling to pay this assistant, and the school refused to, we tried going through Quest. That avenue fell through, so after I finished the spring 2010 semester, I was done for the time being.
And how did I manage to finish the semester out? By asking Grandma to come up twice a week to help me. Trouble with that was, though she claimed to want to help, she also complained incessantly: it was a lot of traveling back and forth in one week. She wasn’t getting her stuff done. And on and on and on.
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Reply #568. Jun 06 12, 7:58 AM
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Jazmee27
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At the Memorial Day picnic, one of my cousins asked if I’d be returning to school in the fall. “I don’t know when I’m going back,” I told her truthfully. “There are so many things that need to be ironed out first.”
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Reply #569. Jun 06 12, 7:58 AM
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Jazmee27
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I live next door to a smoker, and sometimes I’ll think I smell smoke. And the tenants who smoke know to do it when they can’t get caught: it’s the whole, “Can you prove it” crock of applesauce.
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Reply #570. Jun 06 12, 7:59 AM
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Jazmee27
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I used to overreact when I smelled it. But I’m asthmatic, or at least hyperventilating makes me so. So now, I try to remain calm. Not easy, when the very smell aggravates my allergies. I remember smelling it in the bedroom one night and thinking, “you’ve got to be kidding”. The next morning, I was sick.
I don’t know where the stuff is coming in from, but it’s filtering in from somewhere, and sometimes it seems to be all around me. And that’s why, when I walked out into the kitchen to oopen a can of fruit, the prospect of smelling smoke was anything but welcome.
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Reply #571. Jun 06 12, 8:00 AM
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Jazmee27
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I’ve reported my suspicions downstairs, but what can be done? By the time Sue’s in, Audrey’s done smoking and the smell will have sifted to other apartments and have disipated, so again she gets away with it. Forget that she’s violating her lease by smoking in the apartment; if no one can prove she’s doing it, she’s not breaking any rules.
Outside at the picnic table on Sunday, I had to bite my tongue at one point, because it’s close to one of the designated smoking areas. In fact, I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if some of them sit there to smoke!
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Reply #572. Jun 06 12, 8:01 AM
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Jazmee27
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There’s a reason I stopped going to Grandma’s to sleep over, more than one actually, but a major reason was the fact that the bathroom reeked. Grandma didn’t smoke anymore, having quit when she was diagnposed with thyroid cancer, but my uncle still did and, besides, the smoke particles were probably trapped in the bathroom walls or something. Each time I went there for the weekend, I felt like I was putting my health at risk. And when I got home, I was always sick.
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Reply #573. Jun 06 12, 8:01 AM
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Jazmee27
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AFTER ONE YEAR? OR MORE? REALLY?
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But the only hope I have hear of not smelling it anymore is that one of these days, my neighbor will be caught doing it. Until then, I’m stuck.
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Reply #574. Jun 06 12, 8:02 AM
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Jazmee27
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Grandma saw Katie last night, and she hasn’t given birth yet. “Her doctor said if she hasn’’t gone into labor by today then he wants her to go into the hospital so they can induce labor.” Her due date was sometime last week, close to when her sister was scheduled to go in for a C-Section.
Meanwhile, Corissa’s due date isn’t until next month, but it’s looking like it will come early. Grandma saw on Facebook “Corissa’s been having contractions” that are “about twenty minutes apart.”
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Reply #575. Jun 06 12, 9:28 AM
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Jazmee27
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I refer to the one Zweier’s delivery man as a “wise guy” due to his wisecracks. Today, he was “in rare form.”
- “You hit the jackpot today… $550.” (I told him “you may think you’re funny, but you’re really not.” I don’t know how many groceries is $550 worth, but what I know for certain is there’s no way all that would fit in this apartment!)
- “I assume you want the toilet paper in the freezer.” (I replied, sarcastically, “sure!” Then I told him to put it on the table, as I hadn’t decided where it went yet.
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Reply #576. Jun 06 12, 9:33 AM
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Jazmee27
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Royce was up this morning. I didn’t let him in, but had a conversation through the door. He was responding to the “work order” maintenance got the Friday before Memorial Day. (That’s when I said I wanted maintenance to know my air conditioner was making noise. It really isn’t something to worry about, I just wanted to notify them before it becomes an issue.)
Royce – “I don’t have any parts to throw at you, Sweetie.” (I sort of suspected as much.)
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Reply #577. Jun 06 12, 9:38 AM
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Jazmee27
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I woke up with a headache which I think is related to my back
And I've been rearranging computer files yet again
In other news, Mom's searching for white gloves for her costume. She already has the black tights, the black turtleneck, and the yellow shoes. She's going to Grandma's to see if the red polka dot dress Grandma made for her will fit. (She's not sure whether she'll take a change of clothing to work or not tomorrow, but doesn't think there's anything but paperwork in her day.)
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Reply #578. Jun 07 12, 4:39 PM
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Jazmee27
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I'm scared, but not panicking.
Received an error message saying my computer has viruses, and I need to clean it up or the system will crash.
Told Mom, who asked if everything's working as it should. Answer: for the moment.
Barring unforeseen events, she'll be over after work tomorrow to check it out.
Some people just have nothing better to do than create programs like this? Why? What sick perverted sense of satisfaction does it give them?
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Reply #579. Jun 07 12, 7:15 PM
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Professer
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Jaymeei normally ignore messages like that as my anti virus sysyem is very good, started using a free version they had for 3 years but hvae now upgraded to full version.
It is a excellent programme with some good added extras loke a system checker, that finds faults etc.
If you can buy there maybe worth looking at is called AVG
Reply #580. Jun 08 12, 1:07 AM
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