I was deciding whether to name the entry after him, because would that be giving him too much credit? I would be the one to know him, to have him, and to be in control. Not the other way round... I will not fall head over heels for a boy again.

So I named the entry after him anyway. Looks like all the partying have done its magic? Finally met a cute boy at a party, and almost surreal like a stupid trite teenage drama, everyone got drunk and we hooked up.

Anyways, this is really bad. As in all the partying... my weekend only consists of three states. Sleeping, drunk, or hungover (and tipping not so slightly in favour of the latter two). I only got two hours of sleep on Saturday (technically Sunday morning - I will get to that), so I decided to rest on the Sabbath like the good bible told me to. So now I'm up at 2am (on a MONDAY morning) writing this. So... School in about 5 hours?

So the details about how I met him at the party on Friday is in the last entry, although it's written in a drunk and hungover and desperately requiring sleep state. In short, he's been "stalking" me for a while, we met and talked (for the first time) and made out that night. But making out could mean many many many things. It could also mean nothing.

But it's confirmed from a friend of ours that he's "super interested" in me. He's been texting me a LOT, and "stalking" me (before we met) included finding my bebo, getting invites to the drinks I'm at, and sneaking pictures of me at parties (LOL). He also uses too many smileys and exclamation marks in his text... death by smileys much.

We met up again on Saturday. My friend's sister's friend had her 22nd at a penthouse in city. Halfcast boy was clubbing that night in city too so he met up with me afterwards. He stayed over at the Penthouse and met a few of my friends who also got invited to the 22nd. I think they made an incredible impression, and also built on his first impression of me. Halfcast boy was really quiet and shy the whole night though... but that's just what he is, I think. He told me he likes them and finds them really funny.

Many of us squished and slept on the sofa that night. We all went to bed at around 5, halfcast boy slept next to me and would lean on me... and when I woke up he's still leaning on me. We went for a walk in town on Sunday morning and had a big fat chat.

Max's checklist:
Do I have fun with him? Yeah. (but sometimes a bit too shy)
Is he cute/hot? Yeah. (Uhuh)
Is he absolutely adorable? Yeah. (Death by smileys, come on!)
Are his friends cool? Yeah. (the ones I met on Friday, by accident)
Is he a good kisser? Yeah. (But waiting to see more variation)
Do I like him? Yeah. (No longer in denial about that... kind of)

Will I go out with him?

Oh God, I don't know. So much commitment. So much attachment. So much change. I'm loving the freedom I have, do I really want to change that? That's a better question.

And I know he really really likes me, he tells me, people tell me, even I can tell. I feel like I'm holding him in the palm of my hand, and I can either caress him and grow him to size - or I will run my fingers past him, feel his texture but eventually rip him to shreds. I have too much power, and it's all up to me. At least he knows what he wants, I'm not too sure yet.

He's coming to visit me after school tomorrow. He said he'll come at 2, I told him I finish at 4. Retard.