Cunning psychopath or lovestruck illiterate?

Miss me? One of the reasons updates have been sparse is that the weather is finally cooperating, allowing me to go outside more often and inhale the carbon monoxide/coal dust tinged air while flittering about, often time wearing a yarmulke ('cuz I get a kick out of freaking out the normals. ;)

Another is that life in a small industrial Polish town which has no industry left does not leave much blogging potential. I imagine that were I more rigorous the last month, my blog would have been something like this:

8:30 am- opened eyes
8:36 am- sat up in bed
8:42 am- brushed teeth. Damn I got good teeth. Combed hair. Hair ain't too shabby either.
8:48 am- got dressed. Decided to wear pants today.
8:55 am- looking for my keys
9:00 am- keys
9:10 am- come on keys!
9:15 am- walking to school. Feels a bit nippy outside. Glad I wore pants.
9:40 am- class time. No books. Students wanna know "why Poland?" Where oh where has the patriotism gone?
10:30 am- class time but nobody is here.
11:15 am- I dig student-free classes
11:45 am- Russian-born dirty pink Jew rat masquerading as upright Polish citizen and school director scowls at me
11:50 am- rather sweet if somewhat easily terrified Polish director hides in her office because said Russian scowled at me
12:15 am- lunch in awowed Commie-style cafeteria up the hill. Will it be pork with potatoes or fried pork with potatoes?
12:30 am- Fried pork with fried potatoes. Fried of course.
1:00 pm- No more classes for the day. Remind me how this is going to shape up into a 300 hour work-study program during the next seven weeks.
1:15 pm- Take a stroll on the Rynek. Nice.
5:15 pm- Fried pork.

So that is it...oh yeah, I almost forgot

3:45 am- call on Skype from whom I can only assume is a student of mine. Claims to be "in love". Not the first student to make such claim.

Which makes me wonder: Does this girl (assuming it's a girl) really have feelings for me and is expressing them at 4 in the morning oblivious to the time of day? OR, is s/he just a garden-variety stalker who can't get enough of my hot quasi-Americanness? OR (the possibilities are endless) is she just a sadistic twerp who messages people at 4 AM at random, claiming to be in love with them?
OR, is she cunningly building a sexual harrassment claim?
OR....

Well the mind boggles.