I think I found my dog's special spot...

You have a pet hate. Don't deny it.

I bet you're thinking about it now. Gee, thanks Jordan.

Maybe it's the way people (or someone in particular, if you're that kind of person) clicks their teeth together. But you CANNOT say it's the old fingernail on the blackboard. We all hate that one.

I have one. You know those knives with the slightly cerated edges? Scraping that up against a fork sends a chill down my spine. It bugs me.

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Okay, not that either of these is a pet hate, I just had to get them into writing.

THERE IS A CRICKET FARM GROWING AT MY SCHOOL. Also, big tip, even if you don't know if it's a school, pack, herd or farm of crickets, do NOT google image that damn thing.

Anyway, there are seats at school, more like clumps of cement shaped in a ring that the school somehow deemed "creative". There are gaps in between the cement, probably no more than a couple of centimetres thick. Here is where our little harvest of crickets live, crawling up and down the edges.

A girl from my year sat over the crack, unaware of the critters. I didn't tell her anything. We're not friends, not even when a cricket is making its way up her skirt. I am a bad, terrible person.

Bonus: My dog, as you can hopefully recall, is a female dog, approximately 18-20 months old. Loves a good scratch.

​Just don't go near the top of her back legs. That's her spot​, if you get what I mean.

I haven't posted in so long, I might as well laugh about it...

HELLO.

It's been a while.

Are you feeling nostalgic too? Who am I kidding?! You don't care.

But ahhh, the good times. Before my life was totally crazy and I wasn't coughing myself to sleep. Yes. That was a good time. A very good time.

I suffered a great "huh" moment today. I confessed to my teacher that my essay was probably the worst one I've written this year. But I'm struggling to decide whether I should applaud his witty comeback or close my laptop right now and cry. He replied, with an apologetic smile (which was probably supposed to make me feel better), 'I agree'.

​Minute of silence for my extinct dignity. One, two, three... Okay, I'm not going to count it for you.

Maybe today is a judge-y kind of day. You're most likely going to start judging me right now.

I'm an awkward laugher. No, I don't mean my laugh itself is awkward, although my best friend would probably present an hour long argument against that statement. I just laugh in the most awkward of moments. This blog is about spilling the beans anonymously...except for those three friends I have that read this silly thing. So I'm going to be honest. I laughed for an hour consistently after watching my grandmother climb onto a ferry in Italy. And I even have to fight the giggles during a minute silence at school - which, of course, is HIGHLY disrespectful and I hate myself for it.

Whenever I'm not supposed to laugh... You guessed right: I laugh.

What's even better? I go so red my forehead actually starts sweating. There is no way I can hide. Absolutely no corner for me to crawl into.

Well, that was a good thing to say.

​In case you have no idea who I am, now you do. I'm that kid on the street who's always red in the face.