suckety suckety suck suck
OK, the last Gilmore Girls sucked. My witty and funny show was reduced to cliches and boring goodbyes. It seemed repeated and cheap. It seemed like it was trying too hard to play on people's emotions. That was really sad.
I guess if that was what the show was going to be in the future it can go. Ick!
Today has been interesting so far. My search for a care attendant seems to get worse. The lady I was going to interview today wanted to take the bus out here...hahaha! The nearest bus stop is like 3 miles away. And she wouldn't listen to me when I tried to explain because I am disabled and therefore retarded. Ugh. I canceled the interview. Why is this so hard?
My ward is particularly annoying me lately. Oh, FHE was fun, let me tell you. (and I mean that extremely sarcastically) Our lesson was about kindness, and somehow someone brought up questioning people was the same as being negative and we shouldn't do it. I mouthed "oh my gosh," to scott and we both started laughing. I almost rose my hand. Mormonism is not a cult, but some of us seem hell-bent on portraying that people have to be brain-dead zombies to get into heaven. So not right.
And the bishop said something about their being no such thing as constructive criticism. As a writer, the way for me to become better was somebody telling me what I was doing wrong and how to fix it.
Ugh.
I never used to hesitate to comment. But if I did, I think they would burn me in effigy.
So, I am reduced to whining in my livejournal.
At least, the boy was there.
I guess if that was what the show was going to be in the future it can go. Ick!
Today has been interesting so far. My search for a care attendant seems to get worse. The lady I was going to interview today wanted to take the bus out here...hahaha! The nearest bus stop is like 3 miles away. And she wouldn't listen to me when I tried to explain because I am disabled and therefore retarded. Ugh. I canceled the interview. Why is this so hard?
My ward is particularly annoying me lately. Oh, FHE was fun, let me tell you. (and I mean that extremely sarcastically) Our lesson was about kindness, and somehow someone brought up questioning people was the same as being negative and we shouldn't do it. I mouthed "oh my gosh," to scott and we both started laughing. I almost rose my hand. Mormonism is not a cult, but some of us seem hell-bent on portraying that people have to be brain-dead zombies to get into heaven. So not right.
And the bishop said something about their being no such thing as constructive criticism. As a writer, the way for me to become better was somebody telling me what I was doing wrong and how to fix it.
Ugh.
I never used to hesitate to comment. But if I did, I think they would burn me in effigy.
So, I am reduced to whining in my livejournal.
At least, the boy was there.