This is why I am a derp

Recent events and more about me

A few drama's have been going on in my family right now and a few not too good but I can tell you a little story about a little boy and it is called 'The Nose-Bleed'

So it was me and my little cousin Murray he only being two meant he needed to be guided around the house by a derp of a sister Enika (If you saw her around Murray you would understand my ordeal). We were going downstairs, now when you're a kid you like bump down the stairs on you're behind and stop at the end. So he was doing that, I was walking down beside him, at the end he stopped and held out his hands. Me being the derp I am I took his hands and thought "He obviously needs help getting down the last bit of stairs". No he jumped down, and while he was his head hit me in the face and I just laughed, because when I laugh its how I show I am in pain. So when my nose started bleeding I was just standing there with my hand over my nose calling for my mum to give me a piece of kitchen roll. So the bleeding kept going on for Bout half and hour and finally stopped. So I learned a lesson:

Never take Murray's hands when he is at the bottom of the stairs and try help him down.

So drama time, my Gran's dog died... Most people right now would be like 'Is that it? A dog died really" but this dog was my gran's best friend so when she died my Gran was emotional and when others are emotional, I feel either happy or sorry for them so I either join their parade of happiness or I help them cry... Lots of tears were shed.

Another drama, my dad can't get home from the Oil rig and I wrote too soon because that is him now.... Well this is awkward, any way I hope you enjoyed this little catch up session but please tell me if you want me to write more about me or you can suggest something really different but this Art Freak has got to go see her dad.

So from one Art freak to another (hope my followers don't mind being called art freaks) see ya!