“select one Impressionist painter and present a two page spread which includes a brief biography and a subjective, cultural and structural analysis of 4 of his or her artworks”

OK, so how am I meant to do that, when the artist im assigned to do is someone who likes painting scenes out of a brothel? And most of his paintings are of naked women.

That is not nice.

It is currently 5:51pm and I have approx 5 hours to finish my VA assignment on the stupid Post-Impressionist. And It doesn’t help when you find out that the artist that you’re meant to do is actually a brothel-frequenter and enjoys painting prostitutes at the brothel ==”

But anyways, I will now show you how stupid my brother actually is.

The other day, he was being a dickhead and pissed me off. So, to get back at him, I decided to have a “vinegar-drinking contest” to see who could drink a cup of vinegar the quickest. So, I filled his cup with vinegar and just a tad bit of chilli powder, and filled mine with coke.

And since he absolutely had to prove that he could drink it faster, he actually drank all of it.

But I won anyways.

XP

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Today Celia had an ugly white rabbit with a scarf round its neck (that was from her beloved AHEEMMM) on her bag being choked half to death because there wasn’t a hangy thingy on the top of the rabbit so she had to attach it to her bag via the ugly scarf.

And then she started saying how my rabbit was uglier then hers just cos it was black. That’s discrimination because of colour right there.

And then in VD she started saying how she was so manly and stuff, so I told her she wasn’t manly at all and that **I** was the manly one and she was just a feminine unmanly man.

And then we started arguing in there but we wont go into too much detail cos it would probably be so boring for a “completely objective third party who has absolutely no personal interest in the matter.”

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And yes, those baby pictures were of me. Well the top one was. The bottom one was of my ugly brother.