“Uggggggh shut up”
*BEEEP* *BEEEEEEP* *BEEP*
“Fine! I’ll wake up!”
A crawled out of bed to swipe shut off my phone alarm. Only fifteen minutes till Intro to Business class starts. I hated that class. Sorry let me rephrase that: I HATED that class. Yes, I was still a business major back then. I loved the content in the course. My professor? Not all that much.
I’m soo tired. Maybe I should skip? Just this once.
No. The professor already dislikes you. Don’t give her more reasons.
*Eye roll* Fine. I’ll be a good student, so annoying.
I waited for my roommate Austin and together we trekked uphill from Elwell to Sutliff hall. I set my things down at my desk and Austin plopped down in the sit behind me. Exhaustion continued to pull on my sleep strings.
You can do this! It’s only 50 minutes.
I clung to this thought and whispered, “I got this. Only 50 minutes.”
Austin somehow overheard, “You said something?”
“Hm, me? Nope.”
It’s only 50 minutes. It’s only 50 minutes.
Professor Star stood front in center to address the class:
“Welcome back students. Today I want you to show two short videos related to the topics of Marketing and Branding that we have been discussing in previous class. After each video discuss what you found important or interesting in groups of three”
Videos? Oh no. Continue reading
Whenever I have the misfortune to arrive upon a food spill my heartbreaks. Today a perfectly good bacon cheeseburger lay splattered on the curbside. A classic hit and run case. Ketchup oozing in an unsightly manner as fly feast on the carcass. The perpetrator failed to dispose of the evidence. That innocent burger laid there abandoned, just warm enough to let the bacon scent joyously dance in my nostrils. Unfortunately, no will enjoy that calorie-busting death wish. No one will sink their teeth into the warm sesame sprinkled bun. No one will revel in that playpen of savory flavors. It is lost to eternity. Nature will carry away that delicious dream into fast food heaven. Do all hot dogs go to heaven? Do neglected ice cream cones ride the eternal banana boat into Valhalla? Do fallen funnel cakes ascend to the big carnival in the sky? Will justice be served (with pickles)?
One can only hope – Barry
We were just two dumbass kids who collided on the intersection of loneliness and melancholy. The crash brought the beautiful tragedy of romance. I enjoyed bleeding into her wounds for a time. Eventually we had to decide on the way to go. In the night, she fled without a whisper. There she goes driving away with my heart. There she goes.
Last week marked my first day as a Grad student! The weeks leading up to then were extremely boring. I was itching to get started. My excitement eagerly pushed me to leave an hour early for class.
Okay. It’s five and class starts at six. Better get there early to survey the landscape and pick a good spot.
The entire walk uphill to Sutliff I devised and revised my master seating plan. I arrived at 5:11pm to a room filled with computers. Two girls chatted while I got myself settled down in a desk chair.
Is someone talking to me? Continue reading
Alright let’s be real for a sec.
Everyone knows a person that believes we are their best friend. From our perspective, this is an audacious claim. We barely know you and may not like you. A decent person doesn’t say this out loud though. Instead we resort to playing social tango. Our interactions with them feel painfully insincere. We entertain their invitations and tolerate their presence.
Here are my questions:
How do you approach a situation like this in a compassionate way? Is it wrong to misled someone about your feelings toward the relationship? Should we give this person a chance if our dislike comes from superficial reasons?
Any advice is greatly appreciated – Barry
*vrrrr* *vrrr* NEW MESSAGE – Cecelia: Hey are you awake?
Me: Hey, I was asleep but I’m awake now. What’s up?
Cecelia: I needed you for something, but nvm! I took care of it 🙂
Me: Alright haha. Proud of you 🙂 See ya tomorrow, goodnight!
Next day mid-afternoon
Welcome to the most boring day in the universe. The weather was exceedingly normal. Not hot and not cold. Nothing interesting on Facebook, Insta, or Snapchat. Students remained strangely quiet on the way to class. What is going on?
I guess today is just one of those days.
I followed the stone walkway that wrapped around and upwards to the Student Service Center instead of the stairs. Still boring. I trudged along at a snail like pace.
From the shadows of my peripheral I saw Sam sprinting in my direction. I think Sam lived on the floor above mine. His eyes reeked of fear.
“Hey Patrick! Your girlfriend is crazy! She tried to kill me!” Continue reading
Keep your insecurities quarantined from my ambition.
Lest they containment my indominable will.
Keep your desperation secluded away from my rendition.
These are my dreams, not yours to kill.
By Barry of NotReal News
Silicon Valley buzzes with speculation this week as Facebook founder and CEO Mark Zuckerberg announces a new social media platform: Rantbox. In an interview with tech reporters Zuckerberg said this:
“Well, we were looking at the core demographic of Facebook and how people use this amazing social network. While most people use Facebook to connect we stumbled upon an interesting niche: Facebook Ranters.”
Zuckerberg says observing the growing numbers of Facebook Ranters is what inspired his development team to pursue the Rantbox project.
“There’s this growing need for people to mindlessly spew their opinions online. Our studies surrounding this phenomenon revealed three key findings. First off, we discovered rants on Facebook suck. No one wants to read them and they accomplish nothing. Next, we found that there is a diverse range of Facebook ranters. Categories range from “Expert” Political Scientists, Job Complainers, Not-funny Jokesters, Trolls, Keyboard Warriors, and Computer Screen Activists. Rantbox provides us a great opportunity to move these individuals off of Facebook.”
Rantbox certainly has big ambitions to revolutionize online interactions. Many people remain skeptical of the idea for the new platform. I asked how Zuckerberg handled criticisms around the idea.
“Yeah a lot of people are uncertain about it [Rantbox] right now. Ironically, news about Rantbox spurred several thousand Facebook rants about Rantbox. I see that as confirmation that we need this now more ever.”
Rantbox is set to release in 2117 – Barry
Today I was nominated by kedawithani, blogger at From My Vantage Point for the Blogger Recognition Award!
Someone nominated you? Ha!
I’m extremely grateful for this nomination. I think Keda bring a great perspective to her writing so you should definitely check her out! My best piece of advice for other bloggers is to commit to writing consistently. I write on days even when I absolutely hate the thought of touching my keyboard.
This blog originated as Life Blog, which documented my personal development journey. Manifest Joy is a place where I can spread a smile with my short stories and poetry.
Here are my nominations:
- XP Nuggets
- Sauce Box
- Chaotic Shapes
- Non-Euclidean Sofa
- Silly Old Sod
- Create a blog post
- Give a short description of the blog that nominated you and add their blog link
- Write your best piece of advice for other bloggers
- Discuss what made you start your blog
- Nominate 15 other blogs that you think people should check out
Not whole: Broken – Barry
My eyes barely stayed open as I meticulously typed in my username and password. Gravity pulled firmly on my weak eyelids. Sleep courted me with sweet seduction, but I needed to stay awake for this last Final Exam.
Please let this be easy.
Professor Brethren usually gave straightforward instructions for us to program into apps. Previous assignments included coding a sales tax app, a currency exchange app, and a basic Tinder app.
This Final shouldn’t be hard! Right?
Seeking another opinion, I swiveled my desk chair to the left, “Hey Penny, do you think this Final will be hard?”
Penny smirked confidently, “Nah. Dr. Brethren is pretty cool, plus he is moving to California after this semester. I think it will be pretty easy.”
“Okay! Thanks!” Her response wrapped me in a thick quilt of relief. Continue reading
It is my belief that respect should always override political ideology. Staring at the political spectrum is blinding. What does it mean to be a Democrat, Republican, Independent, etc.? Our concurrent caricatures of these labels are not our own. We have simply inherited someone else’s assessment without question. Taking a step backward reveals that the divide appears smaller from a distance.
It is my belief that discourse and disagreement are necessary for mutual understanding. Acknowledging a conflicting viewpoint will not discredit your own. Dogmatic ideals only narrow the path to an effective solution. Learning to raise an ear instead of raising a voice is one of the most powerful things a person can do.
It is my belief that fairness applies universally. Ignoring a tiny spill of injustice for one opens the floodgates of tyranny to all. Kindness should be our mantra, while contempt is kept at bay. We escape the pains of the past so that we may live better today.