I was at art class for three and a half hours =^=
But at least I managed to finish (I guess) one painting by myself during that time, which is either good or pathetic.
My head's spinning with painting all the stupid rubble/wreckage. In the end I just smeared on different cool colors and the whole thing ended up looking so colorful.
But this was the first time I thought painting was fun. Since it was imagination drawings I didn't have to obsess over matching the colors and all that. Though I think my ability to choose nice colors is seriously lacking =_= Or rather, I didn't choose anything and just mixed up some colors like a maniac and used those.
But I'm happy with the overall look of it <33 Just don't look too close.

This was what happened before art class when we were eating.
My father was lifting my bro up and down.
'Ahaha, I so strong x333'
'Really? Got muscle?'
'Of course have la. See?'
'Huh. Where got.'
'What where got?!!? So big also cannot see, huh.'
'Ahaha'
'You yourself also don't have muscle'
'I have!'
'Don't have la. Don't have muscle means you're a girl.'
'What?!'
'Really.'
'Arrick is a girl~'
'I am not!'
'See Arrick. Even my muscles bigger than yours.' (It's true, mine are bigger than his.)
'Huhhh'
'Wait, then if Arrick is a girl then what are you'
'Alison is a girl that is like a boy.'
'Then Awdree is a girl also la!'
'Um, Arrick, I am a girl.'
'Awdree is a girl that is like a little girl.'
'Arrick is a boy that is like a girl.'
'I am not a girl!'
'Papa, then what are you?'
'Me? Heh, I'm a strong man!'
'What?! No la!'
'Yes, see my muscles?'
'You are not a strong man~~'
'Fine, then I'm a sick old man isit?'
'Yes.'
'What. Why?'
'Arrick...'
'You're happy that I'm a sick old man ah?'
'Ya la.'
'...Looks like someone wants to overthrow you.'

I'm officially in love with watercolors.