I had a good day yesterday. I talked with Max earlier in the week and he told me he works at a framing place. I needed a bunch of photographs mounted, so I told him I'd go in. I don't think he really expected me to come, but I did, and I'm glad I did. I'm getting one picture framed and matted, and I'm getting 8 mounted to foam-core. I'm slightly embaressed that Max is seeing the self-portraits I printed. I'm really self-conscious about them. At any rate, I had lunch with him, and I discovered that I really like the guy. He's sweet, you know, just a nice guy. He's shy, but I didn't feel uncomfortable around him like before. We talked, but when we weren't talking it wasn't wierd. That's how I know I'll like someone. I don't know if he enjoyed lunch, but I did. I guess I wrote him a cheesy instant message last night, when I was kind of drunk. I feel wierd about that, just because alcohol has this damned propensity towards making me regrettably honest. I drink and I have a hard time lying. I tell people things I never would sober. They are all true, but I still wouldn't have said what I did. I don't mind; it was honest, just cheesy too. I hope he doesn't take it too bad. I'm not as obsessive as I seem.

I haven't been at all head over heals about any boys the last few days. I've been keeping my distance from everyone and spending a lot more time alone, and I've been enjoying it. My friends seem kind of out of touch lately, but I got a new book and I've been going places alone. I went to see Black Cat Music last night at the club where Popscene is held. It was cool. Chad was working, and I think I've convinced myself he does like me. He got me in for free (which is saying something considering the ten dollar cover charge last night!) and he gave me a free drink or two. We talked a fair bit, and I just reinforced the feeling that I really do like that guy. Not sexually, I just like him. Brady was looking fucking good last night. Playing his black and white Rickenbacker, you could see his 'revenge' tatto on his chest through his white v-neck t-shirt, nipples poking through the thin sweaty fabric. I think the most attractive thing about him is his smile. It is slightly shy, and he smirks to one side while screaming his lyrics into the mic. It just looks good. I talked to him for a bit, and he recognized me from before. He said he was glad I came out and told me about some upcoming shows. I'm excited; I'm going to go shoot some film at the next show. They seem like an extremely photogenic band. And Brady is hot.

Anyway, I've had an interesting weekend, and I'm ready to see what this week brings. Prom is coming up on Friday, so hopefully I will see if things are going to happen with Shannon. I'm hoping.