June 8th, 1973
Dear Diary,
Okay, so Candice is going to come over tomorrow. I asked Mom and she said it was fine. Candice will be arriving at about noon so Mom's going to feed her lunch. It's crazy how Mom's fussing over this thing too. Now she's actually questioning her choice in ground beef. She's wondering if it is lean enough. To be honest, I don't think they make it any leaner.
Anyways, I finally got to the library. I snagged a couple books on my subject and I cannot believe how many different poem forms there are!! There's like eighteen or something. I'm going to have to read up on each one and try one out. Especially since I think I can come up with something good after such a total success at the library!
Keith was there studying and I walked over to say 'hi'. He not only invited me to sit with him at his table, but he also asked how I was. We ended up talking for a good few minutes before the librarian came over and told us to shush. I don't remember our entire conversation, but the last part went something like this:
K: "So… are you doing anything tonight?"
D: "Not really. How about you?"
K: "No…"
L: "Quiet! No talking in the library!!"
So anyways, I'm not entirely sure if that was almost an invitation to another date or what, but he didn't say anything more about it so I guess I'll never know. At about four he just tapped my shoulder, said goodbye, and walked off with his books. I soon went home as well. To say the very least, I was thoroughly disappointed. I'm now harboring this kind of 'childish grudge' against the librarian. I mean she totally ruined a perfectly beautiful conversation! Hopefully, next time I see Keith, it'll be someplace where we can actually talk.
Till tomorrow,
Donna
P.S. Tonight I am going to take a stab at 'Acrostic Poetry'. This one seems easy; I hope it truly is!! Tonight's will be a trial run, because I am still questioning my skills.
Kind
Easygoing
Idolized
Thoughtful
Handsome
Um… it needs some work. Okay so it needs a lot of work. This is so much harder then it looks! I should use a different word next time, anyways. Using his name is so unoriginal. I need to find something unique and meaningful. I'll draw up some ideas tomorrow.
June 9th, 1973
Dear Diary,
Today was terrible!! Now don't instantly think Candice because it wasn't her. It was all my crazy mother! You see, Candice arrived at about ten and we hastened up to my room to listen to records and whatnot and then at about noon we rushed down to lunch. Mom made hamburgers and green salad. The food was good, I'll admit, and Candice was very polite. I think Mom was impressed. Very impressed. She seems to approve of Candice, which is good because she's one of my few friends I have here… But then disaster struck!!
Ricky came walking in, a half hour late for lunch, and he brought Chris and Tracy with him. I could tell Mom was holding back any anger she could have expressed (Mom's always getting on our case about being on time) and she smiled at Ricky asking him if he'd like lunch now. Ricky shook his head and told Mom that he had already eaten and Chris piped up telling her that his mother fed all three of them lunch already. Was Mom ever angry!! She stood up quickly, told me to clean up lunch, and ran out the door in a huff. I could only imagine where she was headed: the Partridge residence.
By the time lunch was put away, Mom still hadn't returned so Candice and I went back to my room. I tried to explain Mom's sudden departure to Candice the best I could and she was very understanding about the whole thing; even telling me that her mother did weird things all the time. I was still thoroughly embarrassed though!!
But then it got worse. I mean embarrassment I can handle, but this? Not too well. At about four, Mom knocked on my door and then came in. I could tell from the minute that she walked in that the conversation over at the Partridge house had not gone very well. She told me that she was a fool to have ever trusted the Partridge Family and that they were just like the rest of those 'show business people'. But then, the worse part came, she told me I couldn't go to their concert anymore and then she told me that she didn't want me going out with Keith ever again. I was so shocked and broken up about it, that I cried (At least I was able to hold in the tears until after Mom had left).
Candice sympathized, but I don't think she could ever truly understand the depth of my despair. I mean, I had actually gone out with Keith and I feel that I know him pretty well and I think we'd make a terrific pair. This came at an especially bad time because Keith and I were just beginning to be good friends… and now Mom told me I couldn't ever see him again. It's totally unfair!
Candice left at about four thirty, which was probably a good idea because I wasn't being a very good hostess after that whole ordeal. She said she'd call me tomorrow, which was very thoughtful of her. Right now, I'm really not sure what I want to do, but I'm not really in a poem-writing mood, so there won't be any new developments tonight. At least I got the tears to quit (That was embarrassing too), but I'm still sad about everything. Sometimes I hate being a teenager.
Miserably,
Donna
P.S. Maybe after Mom cools down she'll change her mind? I can only hope. These seem like awfully drastic measures to take over a little 'free lunch'. There must be more to this than meets the eye. Maybe I'll ask Laurie about it Monday at school. She's sure to know something. At least she'll know more than me.
