Non-dead seal reports for duty!

heh..people thought I was dead 'cause my cellphone was stolen friday. My work has been phoned and phoned, e-mail overloaded. Touching. - Or not...if suicidal attempts was the fear factor for most of them. Boman was not home much and could answer...and I guess I never give away the number to my parents often...why phone hell if you could avoid it?..Anyway, I convinced Mille, Mattias and several others that I'm neither dead, locked up in the attic in the Arkham Asylum, (although that *could* happen) or run off with some dark handsome foreigner (sadly enough).
So, yesterdays flight was interesting. Heavy snowing down south made everything delayed. Paranoia at airport for unknown reasons. It beeped when I walked through the checking gate! I emptied my pockets, left my bag for observation and it still beeped! It beeped and beeped..I got nervous. A guy came and started feeling me up like I was some poor tourist from the middle east, and in the middle of everything I came to think of my sexual frustration and disturbingly enough thought: "hmm..I should enjoy this.." But in the end we were all frustrated, 'cause the beep *would not stop*. Finally a bright woman asked: "do you have steele caps in those shoes?" YES! The damn Docs came off and all went silent.
The other thing observed about myself yesterday night was that I'm going insane. Yes. Sadly enough. I look at every male and think: "would I do him?" the answer could vary..but the continuous questioning and evaluating in my head!! argh!! How does one live like this?? I'm not used to it. At midnight I came home and visited two friends of mine who had video drooling night, they are both female..and when I vented about my red hot sexual insanity, they both laughed cold heartedly and just said: welcome to reality..that's how it is. IT IS??? How shall I live?? ACK!

bwahaha...or maybe not...

Instead of doing some writing work or going role playing in A:s campaign I sat browsing through livejournal like some lazy nit wit. I followed some friends' friends link...and came upon something that baffled me. Why do some pampered middle class white american young ppl idolize the viking culture and the arian "race". Why are they chanting misspelled random words (some of which even I don't understand, and I know Norwegian and Swedish)like it's some kind of prayer, why do they toss around with runes if they don't actually *know* the old runes? Who made up all these fake norse names? What is this?? Who bothered to create an entire fake, misspelled plastic viking culture and combined it with hatred for other groups such as black ppl, semitic groups, the gay community etc..?
At first I laughed hard and thought "brilliant"..this is so much fun! ...but then...she's bitching at her mom for buying her stretch jeans instead of some other type of jeans..and she's not even a teenager anymore. Journal entries like that combined with the "group hatred" and fake norseness started to creep me out. Serves me right for snooping around. The worst thing is that she likes some of the music I like too (yeah..I'm going totally high school on this..I know.)How dare she! :) :) ;)
My last shard of hope is that that whole journal is created by a genius, a brilliant sardonic mind who thrives at fooling and upsetting lurking nit wits like me. Dare I hope?