Self-portrait: Dude, I'm just you. Except I'm made of graphite.
Me: Don't science me at 4AM.
Self-portrait: "Graphite" isn't exactly science-y.
Me: Shut up you're still ugly as fuck and therefore have no right to talk.
Self-portrait: Since I'm basically just a copy of you, doesn't that mean you've no right to talk too?
Me: No you're not. You look nothing like me. Now shut the flip up while I try to make you look decent.
Self-portrait: There's nothing you can do to make me look decent-er. You are trying to draw yourself right?
Me: Point taken.
My self-portrait has no sense of respect.
Lesson for the day: Visual Arts homework should not be done at the last minute. Also, don't talk to portraits.