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 Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 4:40 am
Status: Complete Victoria  The Song family now consists of two adults and three children. The newest addition is Enyo- a very colorful tot. For the little time she has been around she seems to be an okay sister. She isn't as hyper or attention seeking as Lucifel.
Other than that nothing has really been going on lately- just the same ol', same ol'. I did manage to get my schedule rearranged to make things easier on me.
Oh, and dad is house hunting. Seems to me that they are planning on there being more children. To many more and I'm going to have to move out. I miss my 'me' time. There is never a moments peace anymore. I kinda miss being the only 'kid' in the house.
I really hope to see Kay, Evari, Carina, and Faris again soon...
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 4:44 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 1:19 pm
Status: Incomplete Victoria Blind Date.
Ramblings.
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 1:25 pm
Status: Complete There was not anything in Tori's wardrobe that was not a dress. In addition, those dresses never went above the knees and rarely were they any other color other than red. Even though she loved Victoria Era dresses, she had all sorts. This evening being special for her, she went out and bought a new dress (as if she needed another). She'd saved up her money, picked it out herself making that new dress just that much more perfect for this evening. The only down fall was that her breasts were a bit lacking- though they were starting to show... She was starting to think that her dad was right (that she would blink and be a teen)- a towering one at that if she continued to grow upwards like a weed. Tonight she was going to play solo- and not solo as in she sat on the edge of the stage and 'practiced' as if she was some hidden feature the cafe offered... No, this was her night- her moment and she was thrilled... Even if none of her friends would be there, her family would. She had done as instructed and kept her daggers close. Tucking them into all the appropriate places with the exception of the bodice (her dad would just have to deal)... This dress just was not appropriate for such a thing. Over the past weeks her hair had grown at least several inches if not more. So much so that she'd started to pile it up-top her head or do something fancy with it. This evening was one of those times she was doing something fancy with it... Not a curl out of place. For that mater nothing was out place. She slipped into a pair of semi-comfortable red heals that matched the dress. Her heals were just high enough to keep her from tripping over the dress. (It had taken her considerable bits of time to grow accustom to them.) One last look in the full-length mirror- a good twirl around and she was grabbing her violin case and heading out of her room. She found it a bit surprising that her parents had managed to get the tots together (bathed, dressed, etc.) in a timely manner. Maybe this meant something to them as well. She smiled at that thought. Even if she had gotten use to full-length dresses, and heals, it was only on flat surfaces. She was still a train wreck waiting to happen when it came to using stairs. Maybe one day someone would sweep her off her feet- it was after all most girls’ fantasy. She tripped a little on the second to last stair but thankfully was able to catch herself due to the fact she had been holding onto the handrail. To her pleasure there was no one waiting for her that could have seen that. This set of stairs (the only set) led to the backstage area, which meant she did not have to deal with the crowd until it was over... As she walked across the back stage area, she could see the dim lighting of the actual stage. She was starting to feel a little nervous until she noticed her parents that were off to the side. She smiled when they hugged her, kissed her on the forehead, and wished her luck... Now she knew that everything would be okay. After all, they did this day in day out. For the moment, she avoided looking at the crowd. She focused on the stool- getting to it mostly. She loved attention but not when it felt like it would swallow you whole and spit you out. She sat the violin case down on the stood so she could unclasp it with ease. She smiled as she ran her fingers over her violin. The violin was custom made- designed exactly like the item she had come from. It had cost more than a pretty penny or even a dozen. Nevertheless, her dad said it would be and was worth every cent. Carefully, more so than ever before, she lifted it out of the case. She chuckled inwardly when the dagger caught the light just right. However, she did not let anyone else notice it as she closed the case. To focus and calm herself enough to where she wasn't shaking like a twig in a hurricane she closed her eyes and focused on what made her happiest. When bow touched string, everything clicked- and the song she had chosen started to flow from her as natural as it was to breath. She opened her eyes- in an almost too sultry fashion (for her age) as a smirk formed. Confidence radiated from her. There was not a thing that could go wrong- with the except for the fact that she had left her sheet music upstairs. However, her face did not change when she realized that fact. She did not need it anyways. Not only did she have a great memory but also she could play any song she had heard, read, or played before perfectly- it was her gift, her skill, her talent... It was what set her apart from any other Curio. By the time, she played the last note she was breathing heavily. It was then that she realized she had become just as entranced by her music as her audience (she would have to remember to wear earplugs next time). However, she was quicker to come to. It was just a few seconds later that the applause started- a sign that they too had finally come to... She giggled as she used her left hand to grab a handful of her dress (mindful of her bow) so that she could curtsy. The violin still held tightly in her right. Afterwards, she turned with a fluid twirl, gave the audience a wink, and walked off stage.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 3:22 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 12:03 pm
Status: Complete Vlad  I understand kids have activities, functions, and the like. I just never realized that one kid could have so much going for them all at once. I bet if she was actually enrolled in school and we had PTA meetings' I'd be the one looked at like I'd gone nuts allowing her to do all she can do. Maybe I shouldn't allow it but she handles it so why not. I just have to stop and wonder sometimes... what she's getting herself into, or has already gotten into.
Sure, when I was twelve I was playing violin here and there around the towns fountains and shortly after that in my brother's cafe... But nothing to the extent that is Tori. I wonder how she handles it all.
She reads to tots, she's into learning and I swear she doesn't stop, and now orchestra practice... I wonder how she handles it all, and still is able to have time to herself. Then again her idea of time to herself is 'flirting' with boys. Heaven help me.
I adopted my mother's parenting style. Leave them be and at the same time keep them in line. Don't hoover and if they make a mistake they learn from it, but at the same time you're there for them when they need it the most... I just wish Tori needed me more than she does. Then again they do say kids give their parents ten fold what you gave your parents.
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 6:57 am
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 4:26 pm
Status: Complete Victoria Practice today was typical as always. I cannot say it really ever changes. Thus, I hardly understand why we have to practice so much. Yes, I understand they say practice makes perfect... but still!
I am not sure why but my music does not seem to have an effect on any of the other Orchestra members. Perhaps it is because we play as a group and our music is as a whole. It will be interesting to see the reactions of the crowd in a couple of weeks.
Even, if my music does not take hold of them I will not be disappointed. We are a group of people who are equally passionate about our music. We all have a common desire to entertain the people and to be heard. I know we are all putting in our best efforts. In that aspect, I will be pleased regardless of the results.
Nevertheless, enough talk about orchestra practice. Sure it is important but what I really want to talk about is the boy I met! He is not like any of the other boys I have met. He is different. Then again, I think that about every boy. You have to approach them all differently. Perhaps that is my weakness- I calculate the outcome to make sure everyone (boys and girls) are pleased with me.
I do not know who to talk to for fear I would have my a** handed to me. Nevertheless, I am rather confused. Sure, I met that boy but then there is Kay. Sadly, not only is there Kay but there is Evari. I never ever thought I would think of a girl like that. What I am confused about is it because she touched me in a way one else has and somehow we have connected. On the other hand, is it genuine? I am sure when it comes to Kay that my feelings are genuine. However, how can one be so sure… they still tell me that I am kid?
In all of this, I continue to glance down at the ring on my figure. It is a constant reminder of the promise I made to my mom. I do not want her to think I am a whore. However, something inside me pulls me to people- makes me connect with them. I do not know. As I said, I am confused.
Before this entry gets all depressing, I am going to scribble in about that boy. I have noticed him on several occasions looking at me as I play. I never approached him though. Cannot say why as any other time I would be all for messing with their heads. There is just something about him. He is different- not normal. It almost scares me but at the same time, I am very intrigued. Perhaps we are more alike than I realize. I am actually very excited that he did decide to approach me.
We have a date tomorrow. Wait can I call it a date. After all, as I said they still consider me a kid. I hate being stuck in this limbo. I have boobs- or well the starts of them. I do so much on my own, just like a teen. I watch my siblings… I have even kissed someone. I just do not know. I want to blink and be done with this in between moment in life. I have a feeling though that I will always be in the in between. I want to be free of this confinement.
I guess while I am rambling on I should talk about that kiss. I guess I really did not have much to say about that boy after all. Perhaps I will later on. Surprisingly my first kiss was not me kissing a boy. I cannot even say it was a ‘passionate’ one. I kissed a girl- my best friend, Evari. It is all so confusing. I just wish I knew if I did it because of what she did or if I did it willingly. I want to say it was willingly because I would kiss her again in a heartbeat. I am pretty sure we openly flirt… I know we sure do a lot of denying it!
It is nearly dinnertime so I best be going. My uncle is kind and patient but I know he likes promptness. Or, At least when it comes to him and his kitchen. Tonight he is going to show me how to make some type of casserole dish. It sounds fun. I just hope I do it justice and that it tastes good.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 5:42 pm
Status: Complete Victoria
I do not think I have ever wanted to write in my journal as much as now. There is just so much backlog and current to do to jot down that it is going to take a good long while before it is all down. Sad thing is… I cannot say that there will be any real order to it. It will be more like when I think about it.
Yesterday, I mentioned that my uncle Rhine gave me another cooking lesson-currently the lessons have been about casseroles. He likes to cook for large crowds... It turned out so well (and I really liked how it tasted) that I am jotting down the ingredients and cooking instructions. I am also tagging this page so that I have it for later. Do not know exactly why I would mention that… anyways… onto the recipe and cooking instructions:
Ingredients
* 1/2 cup chopped onion
* 1 pint sour cream
* 1 (10.75 ounce) can condensed cream of chicken soup
* 2 cups shredded Cheddar cheese
* salt and pepper to taste
* 1 (2 pound) package frozen hash brown potatoes, thawed
* 2 cups crushed potato chips
* 1/2 cup melted butter
Directions
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).
2. In a large mixing bowl combine onion, sour cream, soup, cheese, salt and pepper. Press the excess water out of the hash browns and then add them to the soup mixture and mix well. Transfer to a 9x12 inch casserole dish. Sprinkle potato chips on top, then drizzle with butter.
3. Bake in preheated oven for 45 minutes to 1 hour, until golden brown.
Now that, that thought is down onto my date. I think that this will probably be the only thing I will get down tonight besides that recipe.
I bought a new dress for this occasion. Do not know exactly why but I did. It was not like he was going to know it was new since he’s only ever really seen me at practice.
Anyways, I went shorter than I have ever gone before. It was not overly short though. It was half way between knee and ankle. Tried out a new color- pale purple, almost white-ish. It was not as form fitting as normal. Instead, it was kinda flowy. It came with a matching jacket.
I actually got quite a lot of compliments, and not all of them were from him. It felt really good. Maybe I have been over reacting about my ivy and strings too much. Maybe I just need to take a deep breath and go for it… the more I pay attention the more I realize that people don’t pay attention to that… they pay attention to me as a whole.
He took me to a small restaurant by the beach… within walking distance of the café. I think he did that so that he parents would not have to drive us around. I am kinda glade because if they had to do that it would have been really awkward (more so than it already was).
Though it was private, it was not that private. I think we did get a few strange looks at this point though. A couple of ‘kids’ out and about at night. I really hate this in between s**t.
He is so much like me that it is scary. We can finish each other’s sentences. We can get to talking and not have to stop and explain because the other person in the conversation does not have a clue, which was really nice. I think though what scares me (what I noticed previous) is that he even calculates to please just like me.
I almost wanted to ask if he came from an item from that curio shop. However, I did not want to come off as weird. Then again, I think I just did not want to know. As fun as it was, and as completing, as he is I do not think we will last past a couple of dates.
I do not get the same comfort vibes from him that I get from Kay, Evari, or my other friends.
I just hope that I have not bit off more than I can chew. I almost get the feeling that he is a lot older than he is admitting to. Perhaps I really should take time and talk to dad before going out again… or, worse have dad tag along. Then again, maybe not… it would make all that training pointless.
I am starting to fall asleep… so, before I drew anymore on this page I am going to call it a night. I will play catch up some more tomorrow. I hope that it will be catch up and not current news.
Night.
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 4:01 pm
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 5:25 pm
Status: Complete Victoria Damn bubbles- another one just up and appeared. I wish I could figure out what triggers them to appear. At least if I knew that much I could be prepared. Then again probably not because the situations seem very random… a rainbow music park… a haunted house… I am kinda worried what might happen next in these so-called dreams. Not really sure I want to get into this tonight. I am still pretty shaken up.
My dad and mom are still adamant about finding a house, something bigger with a yard. I still say they are expecting to acquire more kiddos. I love my sisters… just hate the constant noise. Café chatter is different. I am not sure exactly how to describe the difference. In addition, I kinda miss the privacy. Our dad is all about the open door policy… the door stays open unless you are dressing. Something about that is the way he grew up. I do not know. I do not see why it matters. Whether or not a kid wants trouble, trouble is going to find them.
About that boy, I politely declined to go out this evening. I want to talk to someone first before going out again. I do not really want to talk to my mom and dad… I just am not sure whom I should talk to. I was thinking about Evari. However, I do not know if that would work considering our last trip out. We had each other speechless and turning pink more often than not. Would it be appropriate? I mean I LIKE her but I also LIKE him. Then again, I also LIKE Kay. ********, I am so ******** confused.
I feel like the town doorknob… everybody has a damn turn.
I am getting off that subject before I get so angry I am in tears. Last thing I need is the rents prying because I hate lying.
Within the next week or two since I really did not have an overall due date I am going to be taking my middle school exams. If I pass then it is onto high school placement exams. I have a feeling that those will be a breeze and within the next few months, I will be college bound!
My dad and his siblings at my age had an idea in mind when it came to what they wanted to do later on in life. Unlike them, I have no clue. My passion is violin but there is so much more out there… I have only just tipped the iceberg. Thus far, when I have put my mind to it there has not been anything I could not do.
This morning while flipping through a home magazine, I ran across what looks to be a tasty dessert recipe. It involves no cooking, or real work. About the hardest thing will be going to the grocery store and finding all the ingredients. I do not even think I will need my uncle’s help. Regardless I know he is on standby in case something goes haywire.
Again, I am going to tag this page so that I can return to it quickly. I think I should also start labeling the tags with the names of the recipes. It would make it that much easier… Matter of fact I’ll probably do that within the next day or two.
Ingredients
* 1 (9 inch) prepared graham cracker crust
* 1 (21 ounce) can light cherry pie filling
* 1 (8 ounce) package cream cheese, softened
* 1 (14 ounce) can sweetened condensed milk
* 1/3 cup lemon juice
* 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Directions
1. Beat cream cheese until light and fluffy. Gradually add sweetened condensed milk, and continue beating until smooth and combined. Add lemon juice and vanilla; mix well.
2. Fill graham cracker crust evenly. Refrigerate until set; this will take between 2 to 4 hours. Just before serving, spread the cherry pie filling over the top of the pie.
I really should start trying to do these journals as things happen instead of trying to remember it all later. Then again, I do not really understand why at all it is important to have a journal… well except to store recipes. I guess memories. But well who is going to read this but me… I hope know one.
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 8:55 am
Status: Complete Victoria As much as I wanted to talk to someone about that boy before going out with him again I am not going to. I actually do not think I am ready to. I am actually enjoying this being a secret from my parents for the most part. Secrets are not considered lies… are they? I hate lies.
He caught up with me after violin practice and asked if anything was wrong. I think he was trying to figure out why I have been pushing off hanging out these past couples of times when he has asked. As much I hated lying, I told him there was not anything wrong. Really, there is not anything wrong unless you consider that uncomfortable feeling I get. I do not want to lose his friendship so I did not decline this time when he asked me to go out with him this evening.
He would not tell me where we were going… insisted it was a surprise. I kinda do not like surprises especially when I am already sort of a little uncomfortable.
I have not heard from Kay or Evari in a while. I am still debating on whether or not I should call and talk to her about that boy and get her opinion. Nevertheless, I kinda feel like she is avoiding me. Did we do something wrong? I did not think there was anything wrong showing her affection. The more I think about it the more I wonder if Kay would have any answers. I miss Kay… he never made me feel this way… never. I wonder if Kay is still the same Kay or if something has happened the reason I have not heard from in a while.
Out of the few friends I have I wonder if I am the only one who is not getting older. I wonder if they have gotten older and are just waiting on me… I hope I am not stuck as some eternal kid. Would be kinda suiting, kinda fitting considering my parents are dragonic vampires…
Any other phase in life I could deal with being stuck in… just not this one.
I still do not think they trust me as much after that night that I ran to the curio shop to see Kay. Then again, they have to have more considering all the running around I do every day…
So confusing…
I had better stop writing and start getting ready or else I will be late.
an after thought...
Thought I'd tie in another recipe. I found this one while flipping through some of Rhine's old beginner cook books. Another casserole- looks tasty. What is it with him and casserole dishes. I know he likes to cook for crowds but... still.
Recipe
* 1 can (10 3/4 ounces) Campbell's® Condensed Cream of Chicken Soup
* 1 1/3 cups water
* 3/4 cup uncooked regular long-grain white rice
* 1/2 teaspoon onion powder
* 1/4 teaspoon ground black pepper
* 2 cups frozen mixed vegetables
* 4 skinless, boneless chicken breast halves (about 1 pound)
* 1/2 cup shredded Cheddar cheese
Instructions
* Heat the oven to 375°F. Stir the soup, water, rice, onion powder, black pepper and vegetables in a 2-quart shallow baking dish.
* Top with the chicken. Cover the baking dish.
* Bake for 50 minutes or until the chicken is cooked through and the rice is tender. Top with the cheese. Let the casserole stand for 10 minutes. Stir the rice before serving.
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 5:21 pm
Status: Complete The last time Victoria had gone out was Thursday evening... with 'that boy' named Philip. Since then she had made little movement. She hadn't eaten and certainly let herself go. She was nothing at all like her typical self and she was far from sick. It was now late Sunday afternoon. In her lap was her journal. Victoria He picked me up in to fancy of a vehicle- a limo. It was black with white leather interior... very spacious. I'm a classy girl, but that is a bit to rich for my me. His parents didn't come... he had a chauffeur. He never talks about his parents. I'm beginning to wonder if his parents even exist. I'm again personal questioning his age. We both act older than our age... something about him says he has experience behind those actions. Anyways his surprise outing was taking me to a charity ball. I didn't ask, didn't want to know the cost of those tickets. What is it about him and money. We have it but we don't flaunt it like him/them. We danced to classical music. Ballroom dancing is very different from that 'dirty' dancing Evari and me did at my aunt's club... The brief bit she had written had taken her a good couple of days. She'd done it in between her naps. Her hand writing wasn't her typical to fancy cursive that was so curly it was hard to read... it was scribble and messy and lifeless. Victoria I feel as if I'm in a daze. I don't know whether I'm going or going... or who i really am anymore. I'm lost. I'm scared. Somehow I just know that when I see him again everything will be alright. Those were the last things she had written (each about thirty minutes apart) and that had been at least a couple hours ago. She was beyond the point of knowing what was real and what wasn't... The enchantress didn't know she had been enchanted by the enchanter. "Sissy! Sissy!" Lucifel, who was standing directly in front of Tori was screaming at the top of her lungs, had gotten to response from her sister. She gave her a slight shake. Tori turned her head and mindlessly smiled. "You want a story," her voice was monotone, lifeless, and hardly held its normal snappishness. "No story. Me worried about you..." though Lucifel wasn't older or smarter than Tori or her parents she did know something was up even if she didn't know exactly what was up. Aside from hearing that her sister didn't want to be read a story Victoria hadn't really even heard her sister. "Half an hour till he'll be here," she sighed. "No go! Go with me! I take my pretty sister! Pick me not him!" Lucifel wrapped her arms around Tori. As frightened as she was it didn't show. "It would be rude to cancel on such sort notice," Tori said as she returned the hug, in the process pulling her sister into her lap. Unlike Philip her sister was warm but both were inviting (Philip a little to inviting). "I call! I say you sick!" Lucifel unlike Tori had no problem lying. She of course knew when to and when not to. It was that right place right time sorta thing... her luck. "You go with me!" She hugged her sister tighter. Tori with empty eyes looked into her sisters. "Does it means that much to you." When her sister bobbed her head in a confirming manor Tori gave a small smile. "Alright then while you do that I'll get a shower and get dressed." "Yip-E!" Lucifel giggled and hugged her sister tighter- if that was even possible. "Love you sissy! Love you lots!" "Love you to," Tori giggled, however, it was pretty much lifeless. It was also as if she was sleeping in a waking state. Lucifel scooted from her sisters lap and then pushed her off the sofa. "Shower! Gussy up!" She clapped and giggled. "Okay," Tori said as she stood up. She looked her sister over before leaving the room. It was strange to felt this loved- this cared for by someone other than Philip. Once Lucifel heard the shower she ran from the living room, down the stairs, and towards the cafe... It was the only phone. She knew that Uncle Rhine would understand and wouldn't mind her using it.
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