Dear Readers,
I have gotten some great feedback about the addition of current commentary on my journal entries, but to be frank I am becoming bored with my late-seventh-grade self. You will understand soon this is probably because of how incredibly excited I am to get to the second half of eight grade–specifically to the notorious meeting of Tom. At thirteen, on a cruise in the Caribbean, I became fixated on the notion that I had met my soulmate; in fact, this boy’s status as my one-and-only remained into my college years and was washed away with the help of modern social media capabilities. Of all the incidents I have experienced with the opposite sex, this stands as the most profound and far-reaching over time. It is, in writers’ terms, the inciting incident of my almost-23-year-old love life, and it’s time to get on with it.
I want to get there, and I want to get there fast. For my own creative/impulsive purposes I will have to cut down on the commentary for the next many entries, but fear not. Just bring yourself back to the times when you read about Little Steven C. and Andy B., and my impossible crush on Danny M. Then there was no narrative, and, for just a bit, there will be no longer. It’s like The Artist in blog form. Enjoy it. And if you get as tired of 7th grade me as I am right now, go back about eleven pages and start from the beginning. I was way funnier at ten anyways.
Love and smooches,
Ali
Allison's Private Journal 