It's been almost a month since I posted last, basically because I've been doing a ton of Uni work, so nothing too interesting has happened.  That's not to say I'm feeling bored here, because ever day I still appreciate walking around the city Uni.  I'll try and rack my brains on the things that I have done that are worth reading.
The week after the Blue Mountains trip was pretty basic, but we did celebrate ANZAC day.  A couple of my flat-mates celebrate once a year a day which they call "sunday-funday".  This was actually on ANZAC day, so it was sort of a double celebrateion.  For those who don't know what ANZAC day, which I'm sure most don't, I had no idea, it is commemorating when the Australian and New Zealand Corps fought in the First World War and later on in the Second World War. Truly, they didn't do much, I think everyone will admit that here, but they did get into action and the threat of invasion was real at times.  Anyways, it's similar to America's Veterans Day.  One way to celebrate it, is play a game called two-up, which is like the game of heads or tails, but one uses two coins instead of one.  A person will place a bet on heads or tails, another person flips the two coins with opposite heads facing up on a stick, and if both of them land heads or tails, the person who called the face wins.  It's really easy and really addicting.
But back to "sunday-funday".  We started the day off making pancakes; plain, chocolate chip, and banana.  Additionaly, I made a strawberry syrup which came out pretty good.  As we munched on those, they told me how they usually eat theirs, which are more like crepes than our traditional fluffy pancakes.  Squeeze lemon juice on top of the pancake and then top it with a sprinkle of sugar.  It was delicious and I highly recommend trying it the next time you can.  After a satisfying breakfast we gathered ourselves and then dressed up like in obnoxious ways.  I found some terrifying red pants and a tight white shirt.  Others had ugly ties, jumpers, crazy hats, you get the idea.  We then made our way up to King Street, which 10meteres from where we live.  We all sat down and had a $6 Thai lunch, but don't let that number mistake you, it was tasty.  There I met a few more Australians and found out that one game they play is called pinning.  You take a clothes pin, put it on someone so they can't feel it and then count out loud to ten.  Everyone yells, 10, 9, 8, as everyone at the same time is patting themselves frantically to find the pin.  The unlucky one has to drink the rest of whatever was in their hand. 
Throughout the day we played these games, ate food, and had a great time.  People were in and out, many who I did and didn't know.  But it didn't matter, everyone enjoyed themselves.
The following day I woke up and went to Alex's rugby match.  He plays in Ballmain, which is a suburb of Sydney, about ten minutes from us.  It was cool to see kids our age, even though most of the professioanls are our age, play.  It was on a level that I would expect from guys who are basically normal.  The professionals are almost freaks, in a sense of just how big they are.  Many are only twenty and they tower over the referees.  Alex and I witnessed this the following weekend when we went to an Eel and Bulldogs game, NRL.  At nineteen, Jamal Idris weighs in at 110K, which is about 245lbs and is 6'4.  He plows through people, even when tackled, he manages with one arm, to push the next guy in front of him over, with what looks like a casual flick.  That's where I just shake my head and ask what happened to me?
The game was awesome.  It was a much fuller ANZ stadium this time and the two teams were intense rivals.  We had great seats and got to see three amazing try's (touchdowns) right in front of us.  The Eels won, which elated Alex as he lives and breathes the Eel life. I represented the Eels with a very stylish blue and yellow striped scarf. 
The next week I made it rock climbing a couple of times with some friends.  I'm addicted already.  We stayed until our fingers could no longer hold on to our water bottles.  We top roped and bouldered, both of which are a ton of fun, but I think I like top roping better, because I get to reach some good heights.
Finally, in this past week I went to two shows.  Wednesday was at Fringe Bar, which is a very relaxed indie type bar.  There, the bassist from Vampire Weekend played a DJ set.  Fringe Bar's setting, like I said is so cozy, that we were right next to him.  Also, it wasn't that packed, which was nice too. It was funny, he looked exactly like how a intellectual college student would, not in a bad way.  Skinny, cream/plaid buttoned up shirt, receding hairline, a pair of jeans, you knew he was from Columbia.  He wasn't anything special, but definitely new his way around the board.  We all really didn't care if he was good or bad though, it was just the thought that a rockstar or up and coming atleast, was playing humbly, loving life, right in front of us and with us.  We danced the night away and came back extremely pleased.
Thursday night, Vampire Weekend played at Horden Pavillion.  Pres, Jesse, and I, have been waiting for this show since we arrived in Australia.  It was basically an open floor with a huge stage in front.  The crowd was pretty massive, but we managed to get up front, partly because we told everyone we were Canadian.  They all knew we were American, but we made a good joke of it and pushed our way up right up to the stage.  Another thing that helped was that the crowd was so young.  It was basically all Year 11 students.  Not even out of high-school.  So, three confident (not arrogant) Americans strode up, towered over everyone, pushed through, and no one said anything.  Most I think were too scared too, but we also joked around with everyone which helped.  It's unusual to me that the crowd was so young though, most of the Vampire Weekend fans at home are all college students.  Sydney must have a thriving indie scene. 
They came on and blew all of us away.  Both cd's have a ton of production that went into making them.  Somehow they pulled it all off and sounded better live.  His voice was amazing, he hits some crazy notes, that I was almost certain would only come out on the cd, but he did it all live too.  We jumped and danced until the last song, Walcott, which is all about getting out of Cape Cod.  As they jammed through it, spitting references out about Mystic Seaport and the Bears in Ptown (woo!), I think us three were all proud to be American.
And that has been the past few weeks for the most part.  Sydney is still amazing and I will miss it very much when I go.  Only a month and a half left, time is flying.  Two more papers and one presentation to go, yea!