It's too late in the day to be any use to Nadia, but anyway:

Awwww! You're Sam's Heart. *hug*

The disturbing part about this quiz is that it doesn't have a 'See All Possible Results' button at the end, leaving me to conjecture wildly as to what the other hobbit body-parts might be. (tries random different answers) Okay, I've found 'Frodo's Nipple' and 'Pippin's Lips' - somebody's a pervert! *^.^*

Tonight's episode of Samurai Jack was 'Jack Tales.' AGAIN. It's a great episode, but I just SAW it about two weeks ago! (shakes fist at Cartoon Network Australia)

I am still thinking about the whole Grad Dip Tchg (2ndy) vs. MLIS thing. Having no clear opinion about it myself, I was hoping that hearing what other people thought might galvanise me one way or 'tother, but this has not really happened. Consensus is that I would be clever enough to do the MLIS, which is reassuring, but I'm thinking more and more that the Tchg might be the way to go for, don't laugh, social reasons. I desperately need some friends and it looks as if the structure of the teaching course will be more conducive to forming a circle of acquaintance than the library one.

So I still don't know what to do, but anyway, tomorrow is the day of Shelly Park School Pod One's end-of-year musical production. I don't know what it's called but it's about the Beatles going to a party in the Octopus' Garden via yellow submarine (the aquatic theme allowing them to recycle some of the props and costumes from a previous year's production, 'The Baby Whale'). Kate's eldest nanny-child, James, is playing Paul. I'm actually going to try to get up in time to attend, so that should be interesting.

Cleaned Jannie's house again today. She needs a catflap. Poor Tiger!

What the hell, I'm just going to do a few more quizzes. I'm ripping all these off jigglykat's new livejournal.

And who are you, poppet?

You are... Elizabeth's pirate fetish. You're a secret, closet
fetish that no one knows about. Except maybe
Jack. Something about rum swigging, ne'er do
well cads gets your goat. It's okay, I'm sure
lots of people feel the EXACT same way. Really.

Which Pirates of the Caribbean Character's Unhealthy Fetish are YOU?
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This is plausible in a 'Yeah, have ya MET me?' kind of way. Although I should point out that this person is misusing the expression 'gets your goat.' If something gets your goat, it annoys you. People are so cavalier with these expressions. They do have real, fixed meanings, thank you very much!

My two favourite variations on this theme are the malapropism 'you're getting up my goat' from Kath & Kim, and the episode of The Powerpuff Girls in which, informed that Buttercup is just trying to get her goat, Bubbles wails 'Noooooo!' and protectively hugs a plush billygoat.

It's late and I'm rambling.

Had a very jolly time with Natalie; much laughter, almost to the point of pain. We ended up having dinner too, wonton noodle soup at the Penny City Food Centre, a sort of cheap/real Chinese caff in the Sommerville shopping court dahn Meadowlands way. The noodles, broth and vegetables were all good, but I found the wontons themselves a bit sub-par, so another time I think I'd try something else.

To my utter astonishment, tonight Cartoon Network played an episode of Samurai Jack that I hadn't seen before, the one where the Monkey Boy teaches Jack to 'jump good.' The only problem with this very enjoyable episode is the last scene; you know Jack can't win and go home or there won't be a next episode (always the problem with Dungeons & Dragons and Quantum Leap, too, except for the part where they weren't about a guy called Jack), but it's set up to give at least the fleeting impression of a victory, and you rejoice with Jack. Yet afterwards you think... hey...
Still, at least giving Aku a damn good shock was worth it. Nearly as good as the zombie episode in which at one point he is so surprised that his Great Flaming Eyebrows go out.

No decision yet about the dilemma. I have until the nineteenth of December to send back the acceptance form. So I have a week and a little bit in which to think hard.

I am on the horns of a dilemma. Ow. OW.

You see, since I got accepted for the Graduate Diploma of Teaching (Secondary) but Victoria University took ages to get back to me about the Master of Library and Information Studies, I started to feel as if they weren't going to accept me after all which was really all right because it made my course clear. I would stay in Auckland and live at home while I studied and maybe still earn money from some part-time work so I wouldn't be an utter burden and become a teacher of English and Drama and serve my country.

So this morning a letter arrived from Victoria University and I'm accepted.

I so don't know what to do. If I go to Wellington for the MLIS I will not be able to work, they warn you up front that the courseload is too great for that. I'm terrified of all the work you have to do on bibliographies and databases. (I am shit at annotations.) We can't afford for me to live in any of the Halls of Residence (none of the uncrappy ones, anyway) so I would presumably need to board with family friends; the Proctors have indicated that they would be willing to have me and I think the Withingtons might. I have no idea how easy it is to find work as a librarian or archivist (whereas state schools are desperate for well-qualified English teachers).

But I have a strong dread that if I choose the less scary option it will be the wrong one. I don't like having this choice. I feel that years of my life have already been wasted in frustration and unhappiness. If I get this one wrong I'll be stuck with even more fruitless years, and I am getting OLDER and I have no home of my own and at this rate will never have a family either.

The watchful Kevin provided this link to help me find my way to Blue Bayou.

I have two things to say... a restaurant in a theme park where you have to make reservations strikes me as pretty bloody pretentious. And I think I might wait to eat there until I'm foolishly rich, or Orlando feels like treating me. I knew I liked the Hungry Bear for a reason. You can eat a hot dog and watch ducks!

Hello Monday. This week I will honest-to-goodness try to write something here every day, if only for the sake of Nadia, who doesn't have enough to do at work.

Well, the phone just rang, and I'm going to have coffee and catch-up with Natalie Prescott at Picton Street tomorrow at three. How nice.

Today has been mostly housework. I am wearing my fluffy bunny teeshirt. I am roasting a chicken for tonight's dinner. I know, I can feel the excitement too. (squirms)

Random thought: I know that restaurant you can see into at the beginning of the Pirates of the Caribbean ride at Disneyland is called Blue Bayou. I rode Pirates two or three times the last time I was there and every time, gazing at the twinkly-lit interior of Blue Bayou, thought gosh it would be nice to take some refreshment in there. But I never found the entrance. It was a bit like Through the Looking Glass where Alice can see the place she wants to go to but no amount of walking will get her there. Perhaps Blue Bayou isn't connected to the outside of Disneyland at all. I never did see a lot of people in there.

And now I'd better go and shove a Weet-Bix up the chicken. (That's what you do when you can't be arsed to make stuffing but don't want the wretched thing to fill up with liquid fat.)