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We Put the ‘T’ in Tuesday!

Dear reader(s), forgive us. It’s been a very long time since our last legit post. Between M’s work on Awesome Taste in Music and A’s Twi-Con coverage for Awesome Twilight Musings, our little bundle of ATM joy has taken a hit. Well, no more! We’ve devised a plan that will allow us to give ATM the attention it needs. Now ask us the most basic question: What is it? No, really. Say it. Out loud.

(PS That Twilight quote was totally accidental. This is what happens when you put A in a room full of Twi-hards for three straight days. She breaks all the ‘no Twilight on this site’ rules. But heck, look at our last post. You knew we wouldn’t be able to stick to that rule forever!)

We digress. Here’s the plan: From now on ATM will be a WEEKLY e-zine! Now now, dear reader(s), don’t voice your complaints just yet. Think about it this way—rather than leaving our little ATM baby out in the cold and only updating it when something important happens, we’ll update every week. Even if absolutely nothing important happens! That’s right. We might post about things as inconsequential as the weather or Kevin Jonas’ engagement. (Scratch that last one, it *is* important! A was crushed by the news!)

And why Tuesday, you ask? Because Ruby can’t lay all the claim to it! Because T is our middle name (and Thursday we have our weekly squash game). Because in the summer there’s NOTHING on TV to occupy our attention on Monday nights when we should be writing, and in the fall there’s plenty on to steal, er, gain inspiration from!

Thus, one week from today we will launch the brand new, never-before-seen Awesome Teen Magazine. (Spoiler alert: it will look JUST like this, except we’ll update it weekly. Did we mention that? It’s WEEKLY now!) And don’t forget to follow us on Twitter @AwesomeTM where we will continue to say witty, insightful (ha!) and generally awesome things on the daily. 

Trust us. This is a good thing.

xoxo,

A&M

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What TO Do Today…

Find your nearest Twilight DVD release party, put on your finest Bella flannel shirt, Rosalie blond wig or your best freaky Jasper face and line up with your fellow Twiabetics to purchase the DVD when it goes on sale at 12:01 am Saturday. And if you’re 21 or older, rush it home to play the Twilight drinking game (it IS Friday night afterall. Edward would want you take advantage of these human experiences). 

Editors Note: In hopes of seeing our favorite Twilight actor at tonight’s release party (did you hear they are making surprise appearances around the country?!), we here at ATM have searched out the hottest party in Atlanta.   Come meet us tonight at  the Brookhaven Blockbuster: 3944 Peachtree Road NE. Suite B. Atlanta, Ga 30319.  We’ll be in line and Twittering live starting at 10pm.  If you can’t stalk us, follow us! 

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I’m Just Mad About Twilight…

As some of you may know, faithful reader(s), this weekend was to be a banner one. Sure sure, we had a great time with pre-St. Patty’s Day festivities and general merriment, but the real excitement stemmed from what was to be an epic Sunday evening. According to several reliable Internet sources, Sunday was the official release date of the Twilight board game. (If you didn’t already know about it, you’re welcome.) We couldn’t think of a better way to combine two of our favorite passions: game night and Twilight. Throw in our third passion—alcohol—and you’ve got what could be the best drinking game since the Twilight movie drinking game! (Note: the board game is recommended for ages 10 and up. Drinking is not.)

So, ever the Twihards, Co-Creators A and M grabbed their Sunday morning tacos, threw on their rain boots (the ATL was looking uncannily like Forks this weekend…clearly somebody up there is a Twilight fan) and headed to Wal-Mart in search of this holy grail of board games. A thorough scouring of the aisle revealed that the game was not in stock. While we were briefly saddened by this revelation, we brightened at the notion that we now had a fantastic excuse for our favorite and most dangerous Sunday afternoon activitiy: a  trip to Target.

With all the anticipation of Bella on the Isle of Esme (we’re not giving anything away with that, new readers!) we headed to our local Target to find, to paraphrase Bono, what we were looking for. And while we did some serious damage to the clothing and home decor departments, we were crestfallen when we arrived in the toy department to the same Twilight-less scene.

Always the instigator, Co-Creator A decided to Twi, Twi, Twi again (sorry, that one made even us cringe) and called every Toys ‘R’ Us within an hour of the metro area. NOTHING! It was like trying to find a Cullen in LaPush! What gives?!

Well dear reader(s), we don’t have an answer for that question. As best we can tell, the delivery date on toysrus.com has been pushed back to March 20, but none of the employees in stores seem able to confirm that. The whole episode has been even more disappointing than Kristen Stewart’s acting skills (BURN, Stewart!!). But never fear, fellow Twi-abetics (we’re so trademarking that one!), we will keep you posted on this mystery. If we have to call every board game selling venue on the eastern seaboard, we will do it, because that’s just how devoted we are to you. And to answering questions about Edward. Mmm, Edward. 

Editors’ Note: If the non-release of the board game left you feeling like Bella was when Sam found her in the woods, don’t fret! DVD release parties are taking place all over the country this Friday/Saturday. The Twi-ly anticipated (we’ll stop now) DVD goes on sale Saturday at 12:01am. If you’re in Atlanta, join us at the Brookhaven Blockbuster for a huge event complete with a blood drive (lock up the non-’vegetarians’) and thousands of your fellow Twihards! Plus, we’ll be handing out a little surprise to some of the best dressed (Alice look out!). Nothing to wear? Rush order your own ATM Twilight shirt!  And if you’re not in the ATL, follow the whole event via Twitter!

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Welcome to the Bleak Show

Editor’s Note: Sorry we’ve been MIA lately, fan(s)! The Co-Creators had a busy few days. Co-Creator M was on business in LA where she saw a mini 90210 reunion (Brandon, Steve and Andrea dining together….and not at the Peach Pit!) and then (wait for it) Ryan Buell on an escalator!! Meanwhile, Co-Creator A has been reveling in Thursday’s Britney Spears show. She’s gone through the full spectrum of emotions, from awe to anger, from dazzled to disillusioned to disappointed and back to dazzled again. Thus, she channeled her bipolar opinions into this post, a direct response to the concert by way of Brit’s “Circus” lyrics. (And by Brit’s lyrics, we mean those lyrics sung by Brit but written by about 13 Swedish producers in a studio.)

Hey reader(s)! Co-Creator A here, hot off my most recent Britney Spears concert-going adventure. As you may have read, I’ve seen just about every Britney tour and I can say with complete honesty that this one was the most disappointing. Sure, she played classics like “Hit Me Baby One More Time” and “Touch of My Hand” (her oft-forgotten masturbatory anthem…oh yeah, she went there. Why she went there instead of singing “Oops I Did it Again” or “Stronger,” we’ll never know.), but she did so with all the gusto of a Limited Too mannequin (and we don’t mean the living ones that people stop to make faces at. Seriously mall-goers, get a life!). Our former Princess of Pop (can we officially give that title to Rih Rih now? She’s been through a lot and I think she deserves it.) walked limply around the stage, half-assing dance moves and looking like she took one too many of her happy pills (that one could have been my fault ). To sum it all up, dear reader(s), she wasn’t the pop superstar we’ve come to know, love, pity, cheer on, get sick of reading about, dismiss, get excited about a comeback and love again. Thus, I shall now respond to the lyrics of her titular (hehe, titular) song “Circus” by way of reviewing the whole show. Here we go….

There’s only two types of people in the world. The ones that entertain and the ones that observe.
I agree with this statement. And for a long time Brit was the former. Now I’m starting to think she’d rather be the latter.

Well baby I’m a put on a show kind of girl. Don’t like the backseat, gotta be first.
Don’t argue with me, Brit. And seriously, a put on a show kind of girl would have at least pretended not to screw up the moves during her Bollywood-style performance of Me Against the Music. Look alive out there!) And as for your seating preference, I don’t think we need to debate that given that I’m pretty sure the SP and JJ weren’t conceived in the front seat.

I’m like the ringleader, I call the shots. I’m like a firecracker, I make it hot when I put on a show.
Objection! You did not make anything hot when you put on this show! In fact, you barely put a show on! Not to mention, you saved the real show for Tampa when your lady parts spilled out of your barely-there, barely-attractive ensemble!

All eyes on me in the center of the ring just like a circus. When I crack that whip everybody gonna trip just like a circus. Don’t stand there watching me follow me show me what you can do. Everybody let go we can make the dance floor just like a circus.
While you did in fact carry a whip during your opening performance of this song, you never once cracked it. Also, while the crowd did not in fact just stand there watching you and showed you what we could do, YOU, Ms. Spears, DID just stand there watching us with dead Audrina Patridge eyes and a silly oversized jacket that did nothing for your figure. I think I’ve made my point.

Hmpf! Co-Creator A out.

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Twilight in Atlanta

Hot on the heels of Stephen King’s recent Stephenie Meyer remarks, we got to thinking. Sure, she’s no, well, Stephen King. Hell, she may not even be Danielle Steele, but Steph’s own personal brand of fiction-writing may very well be the best literary thing to happen to us since “Are You There God, It’s Me Margaret.” (Yeah, we said it.) Thus, in tribute to Stephenie Meyer (and all the readers who love her), co-creator A will now try her hand at a journal entry, documenting her Wednesday goings-on in the voice of Bella and Edward’s creatoress. We proudly bring you…. 

Twilight in Atlanta 

Prologue

I hadn’t given much thought to what I would eat tonight—though I’d had reason enough in the moments leading up to dinnertime. But even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this. 

The Only Chapter

I woke up in my bed and listened for the sound of the rain. It was silent. A perfect sunny day in Atlanta. The Weather Channel had been wrong. As I stood up to walk to my bathroom, my hands curled into fists at my sides. I knew it was silly to be disappointed, but I’d planned to wear my new rain boots today and now my footwear was left in question. “Heels or flats?” I breathed to my reflection in the mirror.

As if the universe were trying to answer, I tripped over a pair of flats on my way back to the closet. I picked them up and stared at them. Their shiny patent leather was too perfect. Too shiny. It was almost unfair that any shoe should be so shiny. I smiled to myself, knowing they were my shoes. Forever.

After getting dressed, I headed to Starbucks for my morning beverage. Not heeding the baristo’s warning, I took a gluttonous sip of the rich liquid, and pulled back, breathless. The coffee was delicious, there was no doubt, but I knew I had to be careful. He would want me to be careful. The baristo I mean. Stunned, I remained parked in front of the drive-through window. He popped his head back out and smiled. “Be careful, please,” he whispered.

“Sure, sure,” was all I could manage.

The day dragged on. 

It was nearly seven o’clock when I realized I still didn’t have anything for dinner. Begrudgingly, I picked up the phone to order sushi.

The voice at the other end of the line was as familiar as my own. “Two tuna avocado rolls, one avocado cheese roll?” he asked. I could hear him smiling. How did he know? How was it possible for him to reach into my mind and pull the order out from my deepest thoughts without even knowing who I was? Oh right, he saw the caller ID.

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. “Yes please,” I whispered. Then to my chagrin, he added, “same thing every time.” He hung up laughing.

My hands curled tightly into fists at my sides and I reminded myself to breathe. The man was only doing what he thought was right. And it was. He knew my order like I knew my own mind. We had been through this enough times for him to know exactly what I wanted before I placed the order. But it never failed to excite me and to infuriate me all at once.

When the delivery came, I held my breath. Opening the boxes that contained the beautiful red fish and startlingly green avocado was by far the most exciting part. My throat burned as I stared into the tiny plastic boxes. The most perfect, delicious sushi on the planet sat before me. And it was mine. Plain, ordinary Co-Creator A. How did I ever manage to find such a miracle of food? I hadn’t given much thought to what I would eat tonight—though I’d had reason enough in the moments leading up to dinnertime. But even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this. 

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