1990

It seems this year began pretty much the way the one before ended. Again, I think it is best if we just highlight the happenings. It will spare you boredom and leave me a small amount of dignity.

I continue to make eyes at a boy named Jeremy who does not return my affections.
I paused to celebrate Dax's 15th birthday. I longed for summer to come so I could turn 13. I was sure that when I was 13 Dax would look at me a little differently.
I found out that Grant liked me again. My list of boys to adore was too long to give Grant any time. Besides that, my friend Tori had started to like Grant. So, he was off the market for me for a while. I think Tori thought I was crazy when it came to boys (she was right). She was much more conservative and loyal with her affections.
I went to my first middle school dance. A boy named Jamie asked me to dance to a slow song. I had never given a thought to him before but was happy to have my first slow dance experience.
I find that I am not immune to the craze overcoming young girls. I become smitten with the boy band, New Kids on the Block. More precisely, I become obsessed with one of the members of this group, Joe McIntyre. Jeremy, Grant and even Dax drifted to the back of my mind as thoughts of Joe McIntyre filled my head. My obsession was further fueled when I won tickets off of the radio to one of their concerts. Despite my parents thinking I was too young to go to concerts I was allowed to go to the concert with one of my friends and my mom.
I could easily out do any Elvis fan with my affections for Joe McIntyre. I had it all, every album they'd made, books, magazines, t-shirts, hats, videos, pins, my own homemade scrapbook of all things Joe, posters adorned my bedroom walls. I lived, breathed and dreamed of Joe McIntyre. I tried my darndest to be his number one fan. I was sure my steadfastness would finally pay off. I would meet him, we'd fall madly in love, be married and live much more happily ever after than Elvis and Priscilla. (Side note to young girls....this won't happen to you. It didn't happen to me. A crush like this is a waste of good young years-but it may possibly be some sort of rite of passage. I'm still not sure)
I have been formulating exotic ways of running away from home because I am positive my parents will never understand me and even possibly hate me. ( However, none of my running away plans involve me be hungry, dirty, or without money and shelter. Hmmm. )

Well, that wraps up the first part of the year. I will review the second half and post it sometime.