Dawn Schafer

The Epilogue

Tue, 11 Oct 2005 18:17:01 GMT

Thu, 29 Jul 2004 02:11:03 GMT

My parents officially know that I'm going into massage therapy.

AND THEY'RE NOT MAD!

Well, Richard was kind of quiet about it, but he knew better than to butt in with his opinion this time, thank God. I was mostly worried about Dad's reaction - he's been thinking I'm kind of flaky - but all he said was that he was glad I'd taken up a study I find interesting.

Mom asked me for my first massage after getting my liscense.

I love my family!

Sat, 22 May 2004 03:28:40 GMT

My prom dress is not looking so good. Going to it at all was last minute, so I just threw my ensemble together. Well, at least no one else will be wearing the same thing.

Sorry Byron. Your date is going to look something like a little girl playing dress up with Big Sis's clothes.

Speaking of which, okay, I figured out that Byron was going with a guy, the way Mary Anne avoided using "she" or "her", but with Logan?! Did not see that one coming!

Mon, 10 May 2004 17:48:04 GMT

Things are nice again in the Spier-Schafer residence. I have a stepsister/best friend again, my little brother is here to bug me...all I have to do is figure out how to smuggle Gracie over to Stoneybrook and everything would be perfect.

Now, how do I break it to my family that I'm not going to a "real" college? And that they won't be losing two daughters to the dorms, only one while the other, blonder one bums around the house and commutes? That's really the issue I'm most worried about.

Luckily, scatterbrain Mom hasn't put two and two together as to the fact that I should (and have) gotten my college stuff back. For once, I'm glad there's a sneaker in the freezer.

Sat, 06 Mar 2004 00:52:43 GMT

I'm totally dying. Here I am, sitting on this major gossip, concerning her favorite early adolescent movie star no less, and I'm not talking to Mary Anne!

This sucks.

Thu, 15 Jan 2004 02:39:31 GMT

So, my perfect step-sister quit the BSC. Meanwhile, I am apparently going to be offered an all-new position, as Recruitment Officer. This is an unexpected turn of events.

And now I'm off to go help Richard clean. See what I'm taking about?

Sat, 27 Dec 2003 17:01:26 GMT

When I talked to everyone back in Palo on Christmas, my dad ended the call with, "I'll talk to you tomorrow." Okay, weird. He rarely calls two days in a row. But I didn't give it much thought; there were more important things to be concerned with right here in Stoneybrook.

Hindsight is twenty-twenty. I should've thought about it more.

I'm staying in Stoneybrook for the rest of the school year. Dad and Carol think it would be better for me here, away from all the stress at home. Funny how they don't mention that it would be better for THEM too.

Dad and Mom arranged all this before I came here for break without discussing the new arrangement with me. They said they didn't want to ruin Christmas for me. What a lie! They just didn't want me to protest, and now what can I do when I'm here already and have no way of getting home?!

In Stoneybrook for the rest of my senior year, with a sister who hates me and a mother I currently hate. Who'd have thought Richard would be the one I trust in this house? Away from the beach, the ocean, the warm winter, Sunny, Maggie, Jill, and everyone else.

Dammit.

Tue, 23 Dec 2003 00:05:26 GMT

I'm still being ignored by Mary Anne. I don't blame her, but at the same time I can't stand it. I just wish I could go back in time and slap myself fo being so stupid. Why can't I just learn not to butt in?! It's like I can never keep my mouth shut.

I called Palo today. Talking to Gracie really cheered me up; I do have the best and most adorable little sister on the planet. Dad and Carol seemed cagey for some reason and didn't talk a lot. Are they mad at me too? That's all I need right now...

Sun, 14 Dec 2003 18:22:40 GMT

I am the worst sister in the history of sisters. I hate myself so much right now...how could I do something SO stupid?! Being around Pete just made me so mad, for Mary Anne's sake, and then I felt kind of egged on. I don't know why. I'm just a horrible person. I wouldn't blame her if she never talked to me again.

She hasn't come home yet.

Thu, 11 Dec 2003 18:52:08 GMT

So, rather than be nice and supportive about losing my job, Dad was not only glad, but told me that maybe now this was incentive to concentrate on my schoolwork instead of 'stupid teenage things.'

Thanks Dad. I love you too. Another fight ensued. Of course.

Carol won't back me up, Jeff has other things to worry about, Gracie's just a little kid, and Mom's apparently too wrapped up in her Connecticut daughter to care what happens to her original.

Soon, I'll be gone again, I'll be gone again, I'll be gone again...

Tue, 09 Dec 2003 04:37:15 GMT

Well, today sucked like no other.

I think I am going to go lie down for a while.

That job wasn't worth $6.75 an hour anyway.

Fri, 28 Nov 2003 17:50:22 GMT

When I stepped off the plane the other night, there was a group of my friends and family waiting for me. My mom was crying, and I gave about a million hugs, and I was so, so happy just to be in the airport, let alone near Stoneybrook.

We went to Cabbages and Kings, my absolute favorite Stoneybrook restaurant, and there was this cute waiter, Alexander, who kept stealing looks at me. Dinner was fabulous and I was surrounded by all these people I love.

Thanksgiving the next day, with the possibly best tofurkey east of the Mississippi. Everyone was happy and smiling.

The whole time, all I could think of was the fact that Mary Anne hadn't hugged me once.

Fri, 21 Nov 2003 04:18:11 GMT

Failed an Econ test today.

Crap crap crap crap crap crap crap on a stick.

Dad's going to kill me.

And now I'm late for work.

Tue, 18 Nov 2003 02:56:42 GMT

Dad and I just had a huge fight. It was over something so stupid - he told me I needed to watch Gracie Wednesday night, I said I had work, and then it just snowballed from there. Apparently, I'm irresponsible, and he has to do everything for everyone in this family.

It just hasn't been good here lately. I know Dad's been working more, so he's been crabbier, Carol's stressed because of her job and Gracie, Jeff's just being a stupid teenager all of a sudden, and I've been putting more and more on my plate too. We're clashing all the time. The only ones no one has any problems with is Gracie and Mrs. Bruin, and I think even they are getting annoyed with the older Schafers right now.

I just need to get away for a while. Just a little relaxation, and I'll be cool...can't wait for Thanksgiving.

Fri, 14 Nov 2003 22:50:24 GMT

I'm starting to rethink this whole work thing. I like the kids and all, but the parents can be such jerks. If you explain to a kid why they can't do something, generally they accept it, especially if the explanation's coming from an adult (me, believe it or not). But try and explain to a parent that their kid's too short for the ride, or that they can't hold a place in line for fifty people, and they whig out on you.

But when I can get a little kid to laugh and have fun by pushing a button and saying my spiel, I guess it's worth it. Also, the $6.75 an hour is nice too. I get my first paycheck tonight!! :))