Irgendwie...Irgendwo...Irgendwann...

My new favorite German words...along with unendlichkeit...infinity...somehow, somewhere, sometime... according to online translation, and sung in a different German voice...Nena's...who I know from long ago with 99 Luftballoons.

They are so not English, combining letters my tongue has to work to pronounce...it's a good feeling when I finally get something that resembles what I hear.

I think unendlichkeit would make a really lovely tattoo (if I can remember to spell it right)...similar in style but not exact to Bill's left arm. There's lots of loopy letters that would flow elegantly together.

Hmmm...maybe another tattoo is in the works.

Sad Day...and about that email...

My last day at AE...and I really liked that job. And they really liked me and tried so hard to find a way to keep me. But they took me out for lunch and offered references and took my contact information so they can keep in touch. And I made a new friend, so all is good.

However...I seem to have broken the email there...I spent yesterday and today sending pics of Bill, and little video links to annoy a co-worker, cuz get this...she's not into Tokio Hotel! OMG, how could that be?

Anyway, my email crashed and disconnected from the server...I think the server just couldn't handle all that sexy German-ness!

I love this picture, and I so want to touch that hair...

In My Dreams...

Ever have a dream and wake up and think it was real? Or have left over emotions from it? Sure you have...

Anyway...so I'm standing in line waiting for autographs...I'm in Minneapolis and it's cold...which it always is in Minnesota...and Bill is first coming down the line and all the teeny girls are screaming in my ears...I'm holding my own at the front of the crowd...and here he comes, and I hold out what I think is a CD case...it was plastic and about the right size...in both my hands.

So he reaches for that, touches my fingers (OH MY GOD...I remember the feeling of a fingernail hitting my right index finger and slightly chilly fingertips)...he signs his name and I say "Danke, liebchen." He looks up, smiles (OH MY GOD again) and says, "Sprechen sie Deutsche?"

I say "No, just song lyrics and 'Ich liebe Bill'." To which he laughs and says, "So does everyone else."

And walks away. And I realize that 10,000 screaming teenage girls are screaming Ich liebe Bill in the background.

Yeah...quick thinking there...

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Dragon Lily...

Finally got a picture of most of my tattoo...and I finally get to see it as well, as it really is, not the mirror image.

Kinda freaks me out, since I've had it for almost 2 months, but haven't really had a chance to enjoy it.

Warm and Fuzzy...

I am feeling more than the usual warm and fuzzy feelings for Tokio Hotel music today...I'm almost giddy listening. I found an online source I can stream here at work (shhh...) so I can listen to Unendlichkeit and Freunde Bleiben which I love.

But I'm also wondering if this spine tingling feeling has some other reason causing it...we'll have to wait and see...

Edit: It was higher than normal earnings on eHow, and someone trying to find a reason to keep me on my current assignment longer...so it was for good things :)

Long Weekend...

I'm so looking forward the the 3 day weekend...although no holiday pay, I've got a list of articles to write, several of which are for Associated Content about Tokio Hotel. My first piece has gotten 39 or so views and earned six cents...but I didn't write it for the money; that piece I wrote for the joy of writing about Tokio Hotel music. The others will be written because I thoroughly enjoy the topic, but also hopefully to earn some income. I might get enough in a few months to buy a can of Monster Java...yeah!

Anyway, I have goals for writing, I have goals for learning some new German words....Unendlichkeit lyrics (I love that song)...boring stuff like laundry and housework, but mostly writing.

Got any article ideas you'd like to see in print? For the random person stopping in, let me know. If it relates to TH, I'd be happy to write something up.

Song Playing in My Heart...

I can't believe I thought this today...I was actually not listening to a CD, but had a song running through my head, as usual. (I get teased about the "voices in my head" being in German.)

And I thought "There's always a song playing in my heart..." meaning to think "there's always a song playing in my head."

Song playing in my heart? My conscious mind and I think my sub-conscious has made these songs so personal, they're now from the heart, or I've taken them to heart...or something along those lines.

This is more sentimental than I usually get about stuff...I'm turning into a Hallmark card.

Tokio Hotel in a Small Town...

My kid took the Scream America! two-song single (I keep getting hung up on "two" song "single," but I digress) to a friend's house so he could listen to the remix. So Alex showed the CD to a few friends (girls) to find out if they thought Bill was attractive (lol...the obvious answer would be yes). Shockingly enough, not every teenage girl here knows who TH is.

It seems there is a huge vacuum here in this tiny town. I'm thinking that for world domination to occur, TH needs not to perform at huge venues, but in little tiny theaters...like our little tiny one here, or even better, the Barrymore in Madison. It's small and Bill wouldn't have much room to prowl, but it would sure be up close and personal. I know they sound/look/seem happier in large venues, but I'm just looking to see them anywhere I can.

Just my personal desire to get things to go my way :)

Seeking Employment...

The current temp gig is coming to an end...sadly, cuz I like this one. But they're not hiring; bad economy as usual.

So...Highly organized administrative assistant, detail oriented, dedicated, adaptable, flexible, available June 1st...if it were possible to work in a reference to Tokio Hotel in there I would. I don't speak German (I don't think phonetic pronunciations of Reden lyrics count). *sigh* Can still pull an all-nighter with enough Java Monster drinks...Mean Bean rocks, and Russian does the trick.

It's been a long day...I hate looking for work. I hate not having work more, since that equals not having pay. And for some reason, utility companies and telephone companies and internet connections all need money...

The only consolation of not working is having time to write...not always here, but on Associated Content or eHow...hard to write how-to's though about Tokio Hotel, but I've managed to slip in some references and pictures. "How to Get a Gravatar" with a lovely pic of Bill.

Hmmmm...how to be a fan...how to sing phonetic German to Tokio Hotel songs...how to understand the meaning of Wir Sterben Niemals Aus. (I spelled that right without having to look it up!!)

Associated Content Article

How fun to write about Tokio Hotel...and get paid. I'm looking forward to writing more articles on the guys. Check out the article (click on the title above)...my pick of the top 10 Tokio Hotel songs. For the 2 other people who read this, I'd be interested in hearing what your picks are. Tokio Hotel fans seem to be drawn to certain songs, and they also seem to be different for everyone. Which is a cool thing...

Nice Surprise...

I write online how-to articles at eHow.com...and decided to check out Associated Content, since their format isn't so much "how-to" as actual articles, and since I seem to be a bit wordy in my writings.

So, they have suggested topics and since I'm new, I thought I'd take a look. And what do I find but this... "Submit your take on the ten best songs by your favorite recording artist. Provide details on the significance and personal meaning of each song and why it's one of the ten best in the artist or band's catalogue."

Writer's and Tokio Hotel fan's heaven...I get to actually explain why I like their songs, what they mean to me and possibly get paid (it's a pay per 1000 view site, so it might not be much).

There is early TH stuff I haven't really listened to...I got all addicted to the most recent music, which I have on continuous play somewhere at all times on CDs, so I have a whole new reason to go back in time and really listen, look up translations, pay attention (more than just watch vids and drool on the keyboard) and fall in love all over again with all new music...well, new to me at least.

I'm soooo looking forward to the next 2 weeks...deadline for the article is May 1st.

Lots of Emotion...

Because sometimes I love the sound of my own prose, I posted this on The Official Tokio Hotel Fanclub site...and there is just so much more I feel (heart sick is one feeling) that can't be put into words. Other than I'm way too invested in the lives of people I don't know.

Is that the definition of an obsessed fan? Would I be a stalker? I'm sure if I saw any member of Tokio Hotel on the street, my first instinct would be (after fainting) to ask for an autograph. And that's such an intrusive thing. I wouldn't ask a stranger on the street for that; why are TH any different? But the fan stalkers have gone too far. I'm not sure if it would be different in the US. I know we have stalker fans, but they are usually just one crazed, obsessed fan, not gangs of masked girls following them around. Scary...

I was stalked at one time, and in a fairly lame manner, but still...it is horrible to feel your freedom is impacted by someone's actions. And when it goes to the point of physical contact, it must be a terrible thing. I can't imagine....

From the fan site:

We need to support them as much as we can…the words we write, the pictures we use, the videos we make…and be true fans. We may be on the other side of the world, or in the same city as they are, but we are NOT all crazed, stalker fans. We may adore and love them in our own ways, but above all, we RESPECT them…respect their families, their privacy…their freedom.

Bill wears that on his arm, has it permanently tattooed into his skin…and stalker fans take that away. It makes me angry and sad…and makes me feel helpless.

There are more of us than there are stalkers…I hope TH and their families know that and can feel the positive energy we can generate. We’re intense, we’re loyal, but we’re not crazy.

Tom

I have had ... words...anxiety...fear of the unknown...for the past 2 days. Words I can't express and anxiety and fear that no one else would understand. This is the reason I hate the internet...and love the internet at the same time. There's too much information, and not enough contact.

I cannot comment on what happened, since 1) I wasn't there, 2) I've only read one side of the story, 3) I don't know these people and C) I'm reading news reports translated from German into that weird pseudo English that's not quite accurate and from Bild, which I think is not always accurate as much as a sensationalist paper.

All I know is I do have concern and and a desire to express that I sincerely hope everything gets explained, gets understood...works out. And basically, I get to say this to myself here, and the 2 other people that occasionally pop in and read.

And that's the world we live in...instant information; well, next morning at least, there is 7 hours' difference...and no way to connect to offer whatever it is we, I have to offer. Or even to know if what I have to offer would be accepted or even understood.

And sometimes that sucks.

Tokio Hotel Goes So Well....

...with everything. Really...perfect music to garden by, listen to in the car, go to sleep to...listen to at work, write to. Anywhere. There is so much to hear in the songs, and if taken literally, there are actually lots of lessons to be learned and applied to life. Well, not all of them, but many.

And I am so waiting for some new music. I'm so curious to know what they sound like as they grow up and mature. And my CDs are wearing out from constant use :)

And there is no way I could ever get tired of listen to Bill's voice.