Yep, todays the release of Tokio Hotel’s English album, Scream! As all my friends know (and the whole period 1 Spanish class, including Ms. Chinen), Tokio Hotel is my favorite band (not to mention Laura W. and Mikayla’s favorite too!). The members are the identical Kaulitz twins, Bill and Tom, Georg, and Gustav. They are originally from Germany, and sing songs in German, but now their English CD is finally out today! There are fifteen songs on the standard album (with different bonus songs depending on where you buy it):
Scream
Ready, Set, Go!
Monsoon
Love is Dead
Don’t Jump
Live Every Second
On the Edge
Sacred
Break Away
Rescue Me
Final Day
Forgotten Children
By Your Side
1000 Oceans
Durch Den Monsun (the one German song on the album; translated is the song Monsoon)
Yeah, I can say that we have almost memorized each song, but hey, what die-hard fan of any band wouldn’t??
OH and guess who was on MTV’s TRL today? YEP! They had a couple interviews, flaunted their cute not-so-good english, and played a live performance of their song, Ready, Set, Go!
Why do I have to match the color of my clothes? Why can’t buying a purse or sunglasses be baised on the way the item looks, and not what it costs? Why can’t we have a 48inch bar/cabnet thing in the kitchen, and not a 3 foot one?
Today all of these questions kept lingering in my mind. My mom’s boyfriend is building a house up at Lake Lanier. He put a bar/cabnet in the area that is going to be the kitchen. Aparently for my mom, it’s too tall. In her mind, “It’s too tall for a kitchen, you’re supposed to have a tall bar in the basement.” I didn’t understand. And neither did Greg (mom’s boyfriend). Why can’t you have a tall half bar half cabinet in your kitchen. Is this a rule that you have to live by? I still didn’t understand. Let him do it the way he wants to, not the way “you’re supposed to”. After we left the house, we went to this amazing outlet store that you may have heard me blabing about. There is a Saks Fifth Avenue (and to the boys, it’s an expensive store that has the exact same things you can buy from any other store, but for hundreds of more money). My mom’s sunglasses broke in the car crash that we were in over spring break, so she was looking for new ones. Once this is an outlet store, things are a lot less money then they would be at one of the regular stores. That is why we love to go there. At the sunglass part of the store, there were all these high fashion names, Giorgio Armani, Coach, Dior, Oscar de la Renta, names like that. My mom was trying on all these that were originaly $200 or so, marked down to $99ish. I didn’t understand why she couldn’t just go to Target or something and get some for under $20, that are as fashionable as these. But then I thought,”Oh, the label.” Just because its Armani, it is thousands of dollars more and better than everything else. Just because its Dior, and it looks exactly like something you can get some where else for hundreds of dollars less, it is finer. This video pretty much sums up what I am trying to get across.
What other thing also made me mad was she always says to me, "Don't squint, use sunglasses, you will get wrinkles." This is coming from the same woman who says that it is not what is on the outside that counts, it is the inside. So if I live by that rule, why would I care about getting wrinkles? Don't get me wrong, I don't want to be Ms. Wrinkleface, but still... With her it is either how you look, or what brand you are buying. And also while I am at it, why does everything have to match? If anything with me, nothing matches at all. I wanted to paint my room in Greg's house bright orange, but I couldn't cause, "It wouldn't match the rest of the house." So? It is my room, only my friends will be in there. Can someone please just answer me these questions because I completely do not understand.
The relationship Anne has with her mother is a lot like the relationship between me and my mother.
Half of the time I get along with my mom. We’ll go shopping, get our nails done, and other things and it will be fun. But the other half of the time, we will disagree and fight. I think most relationships girls have with their moms, they fight and disagree a lot too. Once my brothers are away at college, I am with my mom more, and sometimes I just want to be away from her. I am much like Anne Frank in that way, and my mom is much like Mrs. Frank.
What really interests me is painting. Not just the kind on paper or canvases, but painting houses. I love when I redo my room and get to pick out the colors and paint it myself. I think it is so much fun. Every year, my mom’s job has a charity project they do. Either going to clean Piedmont Park, helping out with shelters, or any other thing they can think of. I don’t remember it that much because I haven’t been to one in a while. But from what I can remember is that there are different choices you have in the beginning. A couple of years ago, my mom, my brother, and I, chose to go and paint a house for elderly people. (At least I think, I still can’t remember). I really didn’t want to go to it because I knew I was going to be bored and that was not the way I wanted to spend my Saturday. I’ll save waking up early for the weekdays. The first few hours were not fun for me at all. I was pouty and really being a brat, and I knew the people around me were trying to make it better, but I just wanted to go home. But once I finally started to get into it, I was having the funnest time. I stopped thinking about myself and focused on other people. Once I did that, all my problems seemed to float away and I was myself again. We were all listening to music and having a great time. This made me want to become an interior designer when I grow up. I love making something ordinary into extraordinary. On this site, if you scroll down a little, there is a huge color wheel. I think colors are amazing, and would be miserable if I ever went blind. Any shade of blues or blue greens are beautiful to me. That is what really interests me.
So a couple of weeks ago in math class we watched the funniest video. (While we were learning about cool math stuff and not having a party…) But these people have real phobias about mustard and birds and pickles. It’s funny but I can’t help feel bad for them. They are just throwing their phobias right in their faces. If I was in their position, I would be screaming my face off too. But this one is just on the pickle lady.
In a room full of people I will always try to get myself seen, even if no one else wants me to. Almost where ever you are, you can look around and I will be there. I might be falling, laughing, sitting for no reason, yelling at someone, or just…there. I have many different quirks and habbits that take over my life everyday. But I will just tell them one at a time.If you know me, or can hear me, you will know that I will bust out randomly with different, strange noises. Ranging from barking, to singing the latest song stuck in my head, I can’t control myself when it comes to my sounds. I can tell that it is contagious because every time I start to yelp, the people around me start to also.
I am the girl who cannot go to sleep if her door isn’t closed and her fan isn’t on. Before I got a dog, my door would have to be open and everything had to be quiet or I couldn’t go to sleep. When my door was closed it felt all stuffy and gross. But when I got my dog, he slept in my room so I had to close the door before bed. For a while it was uncomfortable but i learned to live with it. And in the summers it is usually really hot so I had to turn my fan on. Even though my dog doesn’t sleep in my room anymore, i still have to have the door closed and my fan on before I sleep.
I am the one who will have dreams about the tiniest things that enter my mind during the day. If something is on my mind the whole day or right before I go to sleep, I wont remember having a dream about it. It’s usually the most random, strange things that I think about. I might think about a test I am about to have, a bad grade I’ve gotten, or if I will win a sports game I am in. Those are the big things. But once during the day, or before I go to sleep I will think, “Oops, I forgot to turn off that light,” or, “I should plug my phone in tonight.” And my dreams will be filled with huge monster phones and will shine light on the world making it too hot to live so we will have to move to Mars if we don’t plug them in in time. Yeah… I know what you’re thinking too.
Most people might not know this about me but, I am the one who is more than obsessed with things I find that I love. Especially with music. Once I listen to a song that is amazing, I need to go look up the lyrics, listen to it more than thousands of times, dance to it, sing it wherever I go and try to tell more people. When I find a new obsession, a feeling comes over me and I totally freak. It’s like I’m having an anxiety attack. Haha, but it’s not that bad. I squeal and shriek with enjoyment and start to spaz. I also love to go out looking for new music I’ve never heard before, because I really get sick of hearing the same three songs over and over on the radio. This way, I have found so many new songs and bands that I freak out over. All of my favorite bands I obsess over, no one has ever heard of. And I like it that way, it makes me feel special.
So those are just three of my many quirks that I have to live with every single day.
