June 6th, 1973

Dear Diary,

Wednesday already and I can hardly believe it! I went over to Candice's again today and we got another eight lines done on our poem. We don't have too much to go. I'm really excited to turn it in. I'm sure ours is going to be the best because we wrote it surrounded in inspiration!!

I tucked the pinup Candice gave me in this diary. I decided this is the best place for it because if Mom saw it hanging on my wall she'd have a fit. This diary is the only thing of mine that she leaves alone. Thank goodness for that!

I am also super excited because on my way home from Candice's house, I spotted Keith mowing his front yard. I waved at him and he waved back even leaving the mower for a spell in order to talk to me. He asked if I was going to the concert next weekend and I told him I was and asked about the tickets and do you know what? He gave me two tickets, told me to bring Ricky, and said he'd see me there. Wow! Is that groovy or what?

Now I am simply flying as I write this. Keith defiantly isn't trying to ignore me. He actually looks as if he still wants to be friends and that is just super! I mean I can deal with the 'just friends' thing right now. After all, isn't that how most wonderful relationships start, by being 'just friends'? I sure hope so!!

Anyhow, it now looks like I'm going to the concert and Keith wants me to be there. I'm now debating whether or not to ask Candice if she and Karri are going. I mean I would love it for my two new friends to attend the concert with me, but I have to be honest and admit that I'm a little nervous about it. I mean if Keith really truly likes me, I don't want anything to change. It's not like I think Candice and Karri are going to be competition or anything, although, then again, Candice has lived in San Pueblo longer and has even gone to high school with Keith for two years… I don't know. Right now, I'm not going to think about it. I still have some of my room to clean; maybe I'll tackle that and then go to bed.

Well, that's that,

Donna

P.S. I don't have any inspiration today, so the poem thing is going to go on hold. I'll write more tomorrow to make up for missing it today. I just can't write anything right now. Why? Because all that comes to mind are images of grass clippings, white picot fences, and Keith mowing his lawn. Definitely, not the type of thing you write a poem about.