Nothing new, very drunk, certain death, snowboarding, and Kate Winslet takes her kit off.

I have almost no news, and yet I am compelled to blog about it.

There are still no dates for graduation, despite everyone asking me and everyone getting shitty because I don't know. It's not on the uni website, it's not on the venue's website. It seems as though my folks think that I'm trying to engineer it so that they can't come. I think that might be rather difficult. "Goodbye! We're off for a few hours and will be back *very* drunk and celebratory."

Some of us are also looking at a road trip to Uluru. This means certain death to the mere mortals, but to others it looks like a 3,000 kilometre trip of fun through the Australian desert. So far most people think that we're going to die. In the event of my death, all of my worldly possessions go to my brother. If he's the one that killed me, then please sell everything that I had, drag him to a paintball range and make him run through absolutely naked while everyone else get free shots at him until all of that money runs out. And then make him do a road trip to Uluru.

I'm heading down to Melbourne next week and reclaiming all of my high scores on the Wii. I shall have plenty of time to do this, as Andrea gets to work in bum-fuck nowhere. I should also try to do some uni work and write an essay or two, but let's face it, if it's a choice between snowboarding or writing an essay, I know which is going to win out.

I also have just one last book to read for this semester - the Reader. You've heard of it. Kate Winslet won the Oscar for the movie version this year. It's a touching story of a Nazi in love. Now let's see how closely related the book and movie really are, and I must also remember that I saw the movie in Spanish, so that might throw me off a little.