look mom! I'm an artist!

As a fake art student, (meaning I am technically enrolled as an art major but really I just do film and am completely artistically challenged at everything else) I sit in art history--in the second row in the middle because I am a rebel like that--just looking like

heh? 

Because we're looking at this....


why yes, ladies and gentlemen, this is in fact a URINAL 
yes! the kind boys pee in and check out eachother's thingys when they're not looking!
You might be thinking "okay, i guess if he made it, it could be considered art..."
WRONG
He didn't even make it. He found it, put his name on it and called it art.
So here we are looking at this piece of art and everyone is like
"I think this means..." 
 "Clearly this is a commentary on..." 
           "...symbolic of..."    

and I'm here like

 

its just a damn urinal, people!

So the next day I'm like "Okay. That's fine. I will accept it because I am just a stupid little fake art student who doesn't understand such complex things...apparently."


So now, the professor shows us this...




What...what is this? Nothing! There is nothing there!

And my professor is like

"Its minimalistic" 

and I'm just like

No. I don't understanddddd *sob quietly* I see nothing. 

So now there is this test next monday and currently I'm into the stressing eating fun dip. 

"What is the meaning of lifeeeeee????"

I also found myself slamming down 6 pieces of bread covered in glorious nutella.....

....I am not proud of that....nope. not at all....but it was pretty damn tasty. 

And suddenly, by some nutella induced trip...
REVELATION!

If I paint my name on a urinal or draw a single line down a piece of paper
I can be a real artist too!
yipee!!!!

Glad thats all cleared up. Now I'm not some fake art student anymore.
But there still is a test on monday I have yet to study for.....
yup. Just make up some randy meaning behind these piece of art and score another 68! ...because, ya know, I'm a REAL artist now and i know EVERYTHING....