Stupid Boy.

Or otherwise known as Deck. Emphasis on the 'E'.

Remember my post -- waaaaaaaaaay back when? The one where I worked at some festival or something and almost died? Right. Glad we're on the same page.

Well. There was a brief paragraph (Number 13) about a boy -- emphasis on the BOY -- that I met and said I was 'hot' blah blah blah wanted to visit me in Coogee blah blah blah. Well. He's been calling NON-STOP. Non-stop, people. And, frighteningly, this wasn't in a creepy, omg-he's-going-to-kill-me kind of way (Ah-hem. Refer to Edward).

No sir. This one had me. Hook line and sinker.

Until tonight.

Well, a few nights ago he kinda, sorta, slightly, just a tad admitted he was living with his now-ex-girlfriend. I'd say strike one, but I think this guy was slowly adding up the strikes, which I have already lost count.

Then today, after a break of hearing from him (I wasn't worried/upset, in fact I had been ignoring him), I get a couple random phone calls. Oh yes, people.

Insert dramatic music here

And of course, no voicemail.

Eh. Whatevs. Think nothing of it as I don't answer random phone numbers as it is. If ya want to talk to me, leave a message or text me. KThxBye. Easy enough.

Then. Mr. "I'm-too-cool-to-be-honest" calls me up about an hour after the last random call. We do the whole 'let's have small talk' bit then he gives me the "I need to talk to you for a minute."

Insert sorrowful music here

"Okay look. I have a girlfriend. I'm sorry. I wasn't honest with you before, but we just broke up because she found out I was ringing you."

"Oh. I figured. And was that the random number that was calling me?"

"Oh. She's called? You're not going to say anything incriminating are you?"

"I'm too old to do this, so good luck to you with your girlfriend."

"So, you'll help me out and tell her nothing's going on?"

"You don't get to tell me what to do, I'll do what I want. Good luck!" Deck.

And with that. I hung up. He even had the audacity to ask if he could still ring me. Ha! Stupid Boy. Next time, please just text message break up -- it'll be easier on your ego, lil' man.

I'm giving up on the Aussie boys. They're too aggressive and dumb to get past this steel tramp. BAM!

In other news, I'm still slightly sick. I dunno what got me, but it's not my friend and I don't like it. Hmm...maybe it was the Kangaroooooooo???? (At this point, I'm blaming everything -- work, my bed, the sky, OZ...you know, the usu).

Zoo & More...

Wow. Can you believe it's been 10 days since I arrived in Oz? Insane. I know. It's been one hell of a roller coaster, but I think that's how life is supposed to be -- can't always be daisies and butterflies, right? O. It can? Damn. Oh well. I'm still making the most of it.

How you ask?

The Zoo.

My new friends, Ronnie and Kristi, have been awesome with keeping me feeling welcome in this crazy, busy city called Sydney. On Saturday, Ronnie called me up asking me if I wanted to go to the zoo with them on Sunday. Did I jump at that chance?

What do you think?

Can you say yes?

(Do I look like a dork or what?)

Guys. Jax zoo has nothing on this place. I mean. Just check out this view.


We kept joking about how they must've had this land for years...I'm guessing sometime around 35 B.C. they bought this place, but that's just a guess. It was fantastic.

Here's a picture blog of all the animals and awesome things we encountered while there:

Leaving Sydney on the Ferry.

The huge zoo.

Look at the levels of the zoo!


Overlooking the Sydney Harbour.

I think I was more impressed by the view than the animals...

I liked the way this one turned out.

It was a gorgeous day for the zoo.

Amazing.

Ah. Here's an animal -- a cool seal show!

A bearcat, like a bear, but in cat form. Or something.

This peacock wasn't afraid to show his true colors.
Yeah, that sounded about as stupid as I thought it would.

He was this close. No lie. Ronnie touched him and he ran.

An elephant -- 7 months pregnant. She likes her baths.

A koala for my momma.

This. sign. is. awesome.

Hey look! It's Australia's deadliest spider!

Let's piss it off!

Note to self: Don't piss off spider.

Obviously, before the spider show.

Mr. Happy Feet!

Bye-bye zoo.

Never gets old.

Awesome skyline, eh?

And, in other news, going out with the Irish boys proved to be....not so fantastic, but at least I got out.

Boys here are so different, very straight-forward, but...I guess...shy? I don't know. Let's just say, I'm not expecting to meet my soul mate in OZ. My mom would be happy to hear that.

Also, I have a stalker. Yes. It's Edward from the other night. He turned out to be....insane. I think that's a good word for it. No need to worry, but he's called me...mm...around 100 times in the past 3 days. Yes. That's not an exaggeration, trust me, I wish it was. I'm safe and he's far away, but he's been nothing but creepy. Hey. Thanks for the free dinner mister! Don't kill me, okay? KThxBye.