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.
Heh my drawings totally talk to me too. Hey, if it happens in Harry Potter, I'm down with it.
ReplyDeleteHaha, I bet it isn't as bad as any I've done in the past :S x
ReplyDeleteMy drawings commit suicide. They can't live with themselves being so ugly.
ReplyDeletetalking to self portraits... always a good time ;)
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