Personality types ends today’s post

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Yesterday – which really was today – was utter nonsense and particularly a demonstration of, even when I have nothing to say, what idiocies I can “ink out” on here. I will promise this though, this is not a habit that I intend to keep up… once in a while maybe just for a good laugh, which is healthy. Do you know why I like nonsense? Because in all its supposedly lack of meaning, it makes perfect sense… I have learnt that as I read  – as an adult with a child-like heart – “Alice in Wonderland” by Lewis Caroll. Bracket closed…

Lunch time: while / after I came back and forth from yesterday

Today feels a bit chaotic despite the blast I had in class this morning because I understood everything that was said. Now we’ll see how long I remember any of it; it should not be a big problem… but how many years is it really going to stick, I would not wager on long but I have come to underestimate myself in this domain… I never learn!

The hall is very noisy and the youngsters who continue playing / enjoying their music there are starting to wear my focus thin. I am about to meet the only teacher I do not know (Natural Sciences A)… I wonder many things that are not important… but all you need to know – for now – is that I am looking forward to it.

Now, regarding my daily writing, Clark had the nice suggestion of my programming my postings… and with what I have written so far, I have only five days to catch up with in Wordy World… before I can follow the right deadlines ever (those I set for myself – you had well understood of course).

Personality-studies according to the precious Wakefield Doctrine is growing (in my head) and should be interesting to write about this weekend – hopefully. Small thoughts:
- Youngsters looking around making sure that what they do is noticed… Clark, Roger or Clark?
- Youngsters playing music loud… do they really want to be noticed or do they just wished they were elsewhere?

It is now evening

I have come home to get some order in today’s babbling. My teacher is fantastic, which ultimately enabled me both to relax and have great fun listening to his lesson. This is going to be a fun term. Personality wise, I perceived him as a Clark… mostly because he said something that I had discussed with progenitor Clark – monotonous jobs… no thank you. There are many other aspects that could make him a clark too, but I will reserve my definitive conclusion for a later and more complete observation.

Ever since the Wakefield Doctrine, I have some sorts of antennas… no it is not it… how I perceived before is still incredibly accurate, but I feel like the doctrine added another dimension. Before, I perceived in 3D but without very good glasses… the WD brought me a new pair.

Nothing to say

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This is a very difficult task to write about something when “nothing” is what you have to say. There are no way any of you would forgive me if I wrote a blank post, or is there? Nonetheless, I think it would be better if I did not write anything at all… if a blank page was all I had to offer… though it might be worth the experiment one of these days. The problem with such ways of thinking is that I have a goal that needs to be met: the “day to day diary” which has seduced many of you, somehow – yes, I am still surprised that it has – and therefore, I cannot afford to stray from that particular path… yet.

Of course, today is not the day that is marked “jan-19″ on the calendar, even so it really is Thursday, January 19th 2012… but who cares, right? Oh, you do? Do you want me to spill it out for you then? No… good! I wouldn’t have anyway.

Now there are some details I should bring up about my day, that have already come to pass, however, my short term memory is playing tricks on me and I forgot as I was introducing the subject itself… is it old age or just the crowd in my brain (you choose).

Moreover – and as you will obviously notice we are back to the real today (January 19th) – it feels most uncomfortable to write where I am writing; no! actually the only discomfort is that I am not at home babbling about nothing… I am at school, waiting for my next lesson. I am in a hall, very well lit; benches and tables are in every possible corners… youngsters are occupying the spaces by the windows, but I am fine where I am… spying on them and their loud behaviours while talking with you. It is an awkwardly fun game of look while she’s not looking and elsewhere when she look up at us… all this orchestrated by laughter going from pianissimo to crescendo, I am highly diverted and they don’t even know it, what a waste!
Anyway… ooh, now the youngsters are playing music – added to their own cheerful sounds – but at least it is some sort of rock / hard-rock… sounds like Axel Rose’s voices… no mistaking him, It is Axel indeed…

Back to yesterday, the only important thing I did was to study Natural Sciences B at home so that I would finally be able to know / understand what on earth my teacher – and classmates – were talking about in the classroom. Just so you know, it helped tremendously indeed. Well invested time…

It is today again, the music is changing all the time… OMG… what the (beep) Rick Astley “Never gonna give you up” tragic! How in the world do I know that?

This post is not making any sense, but I am becoming some kind of a nonsensical professional… now we’re talking: they are playing Europe “Superstitious”… The thing I noticed with youngsters is that they do not know how to listen to music. They zap through it… annoying!

Until tomorrow… later today that is!

Back to the future… presently

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JANUARY, 15TH 2012 AFTER THIS POST

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I did not think I would be back so soon… not having completed to relate the events of the new year first two weeks. Time, however, is not waiting for me – or for my pen – which ultimately might put me in a tight spot the more waters run under the bridge. Anyway, the reason why I came back was that I have an urgent issue to address: that of Mr Squirrel.

If I look at the list of things/beings I have supposedly created (in the past) he is on it – but not. Why not? My guess would be that the naked truth has not yet been uncovered… that is to say, it has not been written yet – although it has happened. Are you still following me? The main problem I am facing is that as long as I do not write down every details of my perfect world, it exists but somewhere else. It is in limbo if you will… although, it really is in my head, but since you cannot read my mind I’ve got to spill it out for you (wink).

The “future” I experience right now is the one that was influenced by what already happened in the past, i. e. comment by Downspring#1 on “The Mystery of Mr Squirrel“. Of course, the future that is taking place right now is the present… but since it is the first time I write in the present time, it felt more appropriate to talk about the future from the past point of view where I was yesterday – which is also the past but from today’s point of view (and ever since I started relating my creation).

I am way off course…

I am here today to try and solve the mystery/rudeness problem of the tree rodent I created – which is now a fact that I have accepted. This forces me to tell you about the phone call/message I received this morning from myself. I cannot tell you precisely what it was that I said to myself because first of all, it was not much of a message and second, I need to go back to yesterday – which I have not yet written about. It is the only way you and I can hear/read the entire instructions – because I assume it was my intent from the start but something has gone wrong obviously… the message I left was that the Mystery of Mr Squirrel lies in time and that he needs to disappear there so that he can really exists everywhere else.

Talk about cryptic… but the only thing possible to decipher here is that I wanted to get my ass back in the past to finish what I had started in order to continue in a more timely-like manner in the future.

In other words, see you yesterday… The Phone Call | January, 15th 2012

The phone call…

READ AFTER THE POST FROM JANUARY 5TH,2012
AND AFTER THE ONE FROM JAN 16TH, 2012

This is yesterday and I am agonizing because of a rude tree rodent, whom I am chasing through time. I was told… by a dream – no, I haven’t got anything better – that the day Mr Squirrel told me about the darkness (and his freakin’ tree) was actually an illusion. Well, excuse me but I do remember that it was a dream and since dreams happen in my head, they’re real. So why would a dream tell me that it was something that it was not? Beats me! Another mystery to solve… as if I did not have enough on my hands already… geez!

Ultimately, however – and for our purpose, the rodent became real – like he materialized in my perfect world and butted into my business of creation… or I just made him real which is not the point.If I start second guessing everything I am not finished, or might as well be…

Today I am me the way I am supposed to be although I have the knowledge of tomorrow – which really is today – and today is of course yesterday… now bear with me because I desperately need your support to unmask the cheater. There is a note by the phone saying that I should call myself with my mobile and leave a message. The problem is that I know not what the message is for, I know precisely as little as I did tomorrow – which was in fact a few hours ago (yeah! I’m messing with your head…)

I know that today… January 15th, 2012… I will call my landline and leave a message addressed to myself that is going to say these words exactly:

the Mystery of Mr Squirrel lies in time and that he needs to disappear there so that he can really exists everywhere else.

I had concluded that I should go back to the day I left the message… but it seems that I came back too early in the day and too late in time. I need to find more information about that message, or the one I had previously planned to leave but obviously erased… this is typical me. I just decided that I would go further back and would give you an update when I have my answer… the update being when I am going to call myself, you had understood of course. I will post it on January 15th, 2012 at precisely 20:00 – which has already happened and yet was not written down… my apologies for the wait…

Ciao! See you on January, 6th 2012 (not yet written)

Belated observations

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Today… which really was yesterday – Friday 13th, 2012… ooh, I had not noticed the date before now… – anyway, let’s say that I am back a few hours in time to relate my day – actually, it’ll be my afternoon because the rest is not that interesting for your (only for me).

It was a cold afternoon, the wind was bitter and the side-walks were covered with slippery ice; everything – and more – was set to annoy me, but not today… today, I was excited and eager to meet the people I had left half a year ago. Back in 2009, when I needed to get my study allowance, I had to struggle to get it because there was always some missing information that the “allowance company” needed in order to grant my request. So, of course, why change a pattern that had caused me a few weeks of headaches and accept my request at once? I will, hopefully, fix that on Monday if I manage to get a hold of someone there.

It did not take long for me to go off track… sorry about that… Back to today, Friday… I walked maybe five minutes (at a good pace, which is rare for me – if I could have run I would have) the steep slope to the school and when I arrived, I felt like a roger – I think. I was back in an extremely familiar environment where people knew me… mostly as a roger and not a clark – again, I think. Maybe it is my imagination that is playing tricks on me, or maybe I am just full of myself… or hell, maybe I am just pulling your leg… The fact is that as soon as I arrived and crossed the path of my teachers (or ex-teachers), I belonged! Göran, my maths teacher, was glad to see me and said something like: “It is like your second home here anyway“. Quite right he was.

I know for certain that they were all saddened by the fact that I had not managed to find a job. Tomas, my economics teacher, did not seem so surprised that I did not find one – or if he was, he hid it pretty well. He looked pleased, however, that I came back for another round and with a new plan. Kaija, my Swedish teacher, was very disappointed that I did not get hired somewhere and frankly told me that she did not understand how it could be so. I am relieved to take her class again and I know it is going to be real tough, but it is going to be SO worth it. I know for sure that my professional education, that starts in the Fall, will be made much easier thanks to Kaija’s teaching… so I can’t wait. Somehow, I felt my teachers’ pride of seeing me not giving up and that they would still be in my life for a little while to guide me towards… well, only the future can tell.

It is a strange feeling to feel how right the path one walks on is… it is the first time I experience it that way, I warmly recommend it. At the end of the day, I started to look at the people around me, while waiting for my husband to pick me up, and I wondered: “Which of you are clarks? rogers? scotts?” but I could not answer because my head was in the clouds… I have enjoyed that day so much that I was filled with sparkles… I recommend that too.

Tomorrow, which is today… I will explore my rogerian personality, unless it is scottian… then I will explore that instead.

P.S.: I ended the day, watching Video Friday number 2 from The Wakefield Doctrine.
Thanks for that Clark