Is it all in the Name??!?

OY MY JOLLY JAMS!! You lot will NOT believe what I'm about to tell you.
Was just checking my hotmail, when I find this email from someone named Nadia or Nadine or Natalie... or something (and scarily enough, it's not in my junk), and the horrible message goes something like this:

Hi ******* (insert my name), I was looking for someone like you. I think you're a really hot guy!

LOL!! ROFL!! AAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!
**wiping tears from eyes**

I swear- this is the EXACT wording of the email.
I don't get it... what about me says that I'm a guy?? It can't possibly be the name, Flynn.... can it?!

Soooooo hilarious!!


Anyway- onto the news of the week. Been very busy. Monday- went to Usyd with Ishi & Rabz, got our IDs & enrolment stuff sorted. Speaking of IDs- does anyone else have absolutely horrid ID photos?? In my Uni ID card, my face looks as though it's been well pumped with helium- it's swelled to enormous proportions!! :S And in my USydUnion card, I look like a Death Eater, fresh out of Death Camp... deadly (I'm ready to kill) looks & all included. YUUUUUCK!!

Moving onto Tuesday: Spent most of the day at Ishi's (with Emu). The train ride there was uneventful, but the train ride back: OMG!! Can you say FREAKY?! I get the shudders every time I think about Tuesday arvo on the train from Livo to Flynnsville (where I live).

I came across the oldest tricks in the FOB book on how to pick up a chick with a PR or Citizenship. Lord help me- he (didn't get his name, but let's call him jerk/leech/moron/freak/ etc) took out a photo of his "wife". BUT:
1) it was a black & white printout on an A4 sheet of paper... (I wasn't supposed to fall for it, was I??)
2) the photo was soooooo obviously from a random website (the little copyright sign was on it...lol!)- like DUH! How thick can you get?? (Unless of course, he married a BD saree model?).
3) He was SO obviously trying to weasel as much info out of me, as he could (mostly, I turned up my MP3 player, then asked him to repeat & gave a reply along the lines of "I don't know"). Lol- at one point, he asked (in Bangla) where I live & my reply: "I really don't know". And all he did was nod & say "Accha, accha"... I was sooo tempted to laugh in his face & then get up & go, but I was stuck in my seat because a funky smelling old man had fallen asleep beside me.

The most unbelievable thing was, at one point, he even tried to cajole my Dad's name out of me. Apparently, he & my Dad had "run into each other a few times" [errrrrr- no!], and according to him, he'd seen me in somewheresville before [eeerrrrrrrrr- double NO!!]. Moreover, he claimed that we'd meet again, undoubtedly & that he'd inform my Dad that we'd met.
The scariest thing was that this man is like a hundred & one years old!! He could almost be my Grandad!! (slight exaggeration there).

Seriously, what was WRONG with him?? I was TOTALLY ignoring him (my MP3 was on so loud, I bet he could hear it) and every time he asked a question & looked at me for an answer, I was like: "Sorry? what was the question??" & then ... "Oh, I have no idea."

Maybe I should've left my seat, but hey! I GOT THERE FIRST!! I was sooooo ticked off at the MORON of the century that I alternated between raising one eyebrow at him, glaring & turning my whole body around to look out the window. But I was NOT vacating my seat because of some insolent leech who refused to take the million & one hints that I was giving him to bloody get lost!!!
Maybe I should have said: "Can you like, not talk to me?!" or something more along the lines of "I'm like, totally going to spew if you don't shut your filthy mouth!!"
Seriously- I came this close to saying something along those lines, when Emu FINALLY got the SMS I sent her & gave me a call. UGH! The whole scenario was such a disaster!! I didn't even have enough credit on my phone to prank Emu!!
But I have now learnt my lesson- if ever I come across one of their species, EVER again- I'm going to turn into nasty Flynn & tell them to shove off or I'd spew in their face!

Ahem... sorry about that, folks. I was all riled up from just thinking about it.

Wenesday: went to UNSW with a traitor of a friend who transfered there from USyd. Went around with her pretending to be a UNSW student...got all the free chocolate & iced green tea (YUM) & fairy floss & loads of other stuff.

Thursday: was sooooooo exhausted that I did little work & too much of nothing-but-sitting-around.

Finally, today: Shall be heading to Central to pick Ash up from her bus stop. But before that I MUST remember to get the newspaper thing that Nira Apu asked me to get.

& now: it's a hot day- no sign of the winter to come...