OMG. Not only did Alex say yes to the photo project, but he was psyched about being a punk. He was also totally okay with wearing eyeliner as well, heh heh. I expertly "punked up" an old t-shirt by turning it inside out, cutting off the sleeves, ripping it a bit, and adding some strategic safety pins. When he noticed it was sleeveless, he groaned. "Are you going to be too cold?" I asked. "No," he semi-blushed, "Just self-concious." After he changed, he was like "I've got such tiny arms." He's pretty much the cutest thing in the whole world. While I was putting the fake-lip ring on him (which I made out of a broken earring) he told me he was considering getting a lip ring. Which would be, you know insanely hot.
Incase you can't tell, I'm having a hard time articulating my thoughts into something people would actually want to read. Which is why I'm just going to show you what I came to show you:
Alex un-punkified.
Ughguughgughgughghguighg. *dies* I'm such a knerd and I totally know it.
Oh, also, I bought the Britt's electric guitar awhile ago, and she finally gave it to me, and I got it restrung. It's really beautiful. I named it Blake after Blake from Rilo Kiley (because the first song I played on it was a Rilo song). This is what he looks like close up:
I'm getting really stupid so I'm just going to go. Don't forget to keep a'guessin' those songs. *shakes fist*