June 14th, 1973
Dear Diary,
Okay, so the letter to Mom has been written and sent. Unfortunately, that was the act of only a few seconds ago, so I won't really know what the outcome is until tomorrow. I'm sort of dreading that time now, but it's not like I can go back or anything. What is done is done. I hope I don't regret it.
As for the rest of today's events, it was pretty cool. Today was Thursday and Candice, Karri and I got together after school for a little friend-time. I didn't end up being able to make my trip to the library, but that's okay. Keith may not even show up. Anyhow, the two cousins and I ended up going into downtown San Pueblo to do some shopping. I didn't originally plan on buying anything, but then Karri found this totally out-of-sight mini-dress and I just had to try it on! I ended up buying it too. It was on sale, so I didn't feel so bad about it. Especially since Candice and Karri both said it looked great on me. I'm going to wear it this weekend for the concert. That reminds me…
I decided to go to the concert, whether or not Mom says I can. I just found out today that both Karri and Candice are going and (earlier worries diminishing) I told Candice about my dilemma. She assured me that even if Mom forbids it, I can spend the night at her house the night of the concert and then I'll just happen to 'follow' her to the theater. I am super excited!! Any chance to see Keith is just exhilarating. Candice told me today that she hopes he asks me out again. I think she and Karri both understand just how much he means to me.
Anyhow, tomorrow is Friday, so hopefully Mom will get back to me about the concert. Drat! I just remembered something!!! Ricky. I have a ticket for him too. He needs to go too, but if Mom says I can't, then Candice's plan doesn't involve my little brother. Maybe I'll have to stick to my normal plan: the 'movie' idea. I wouldn't dare turn up at the concert without Ricky. Especially not after Keith invited the both of us.
Well, anyways, I hope everything turns out.
Donna
P.S. Poem writing time and here is another shot at the Acrostic style of poem writing. I hope I chose a suitable word for this selection:
For every song
One sings to me I
Remember it all
Every little thing
Very few people have
Ever touched my life as
Radically as you
Interesting. I tried something a little new this time and it seems to have some structure. I almost like it, but it isn't something I would send to Keith. Whatever Keith lays his beautiful eyes on must be perfect. Absolutely perfect. Even if it takes me all summer!
June 15th, 1973
Dear Diary,
I got a reply from Mom today. It was actually kind of scary. She asked me to come to her room and I only got back in here a couple of minutes ago. I entered her bedroom and sat on her queen-sized (and overly decorated) bed in a criss-cross pattern. She sat at her vanity removing her make-up and the conversation went as follows:
M: I got your letter last night.
D: (Nervously) Uh huh. (Thinking of Keith to calm her nerves)
M: (Still removing makeup. Looking in vanity mirror) You think I was acting unreasonably about Keith and the concert?
D: Well…
M: You can be honest with me, Donna. I want the truth. If you think I'm wrong, I want to know.
D: Well, I think that you went a little over-the-top. (Grabs lace-trimmed pillow and hugs it)
M: Over-the-top?
D: Well, I mean, this whole thing was about Mrs. Partridge making Ricky lunch, right? I don't really understand what that has to do with my going to the concert this weekend or dating Keith.
M: Donna, Donna, Donna… (Shakes her head) I just don't want you getting hurt, sweetheart. If Keith's mother acts so irresponsibly, I don't want to see what kind of person Keith is...
D: (Desperately) Mom! Keith's a nice guy!
I wanted to scream a lot more at her like: Keith's a wonderful, compassionate, caring, and considerate individual, but I held back the urge.
M: Nice? He's in show business!
D: Really, Mom. That's seems kind of unfair. You got along with Shirley for a while…
M: (Thinks for a moment) Only for about a week, but she couldn't keep that nice, neighborly charade going on for long. I knew she was going to slip up somewhere…
D: (Agitatedly) Mother!!
Here is where I brought out my real deep heart-felt thoughts about the issue addressing the fact that if The Partridge Family weren't in show business, she'd have nothing against them. She claimed she still would, but I refused to budge.
D: Mommy… (This usually melts her anger so I threw it in there) The Partridge Family are nice people. I wish you'd give them another chance.
M: I gave them another chance, Donna, and they blew it.
D: It wasn't a fair chance.
M: It was fair…
D: No, Mother!
We ended up having a long and drawn-out argument again and I sort of won. Well in a way. She bent a little. Of course that was several pleading wails of 'Mommy' later with a river of tears, but she agreed to let both Ricky and I go to the concert this Saturday, providing I had already gotten tickets (she thinks I wasted money on them, but I'm not about to tell her different) and that she gets to come along too. Drat! However, one even more pressing problem is still left un-resolved: she is still against the Partridge Family and I still can't date Keith. But I will anyways. I've decided that. Even if it turns out that we run away together and elope! Okay, so that's a little drastic… but I have decided to go out with Keith if he asks again. If need be, I'll tell my Mom I'm going out with a guy named Joe or something. I'll only be in big trouble if she demands to meet him. But, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.
Oh! I am so excited for the concert tomorrow!! I just can't wait!
Donna
P.S. More poem writing. I'll try more rhyming just because I'm in that sort of mood.
I'm lost in love,
A shameful game,
You don't even know my name.
So lost in love,
A broken heart,
I will to never bid us part.
This sounds very much like a tragic love song from the 1800s or something. I kind of like it. But it really wasn't what I was going for and I am not sending this to Keith!! I'm really not being very productive this week. It must be because of all the drama. At least I get to go to the concert tomorrow. That, at least, is one victory I can celebrate!
