How Do You Like Your Brain: Scrambled or Fried?

While sitting in class on Friday, I heard a noise that radiated throughout my entire body. At first I was really concerned and I was debating whether or not I should ask my friend next to me if they had heard it to. But, after careful consideration, the idea of telling anyone what I heard would only have ended in mocking and a laughter that could be heard around campus. Then, suddenly I heard it again. I knew that it wasn't my stomach, although I was kind of hungry. Suddenly, the smell came! I knew this smell; it was almost like the smell of decadent bacon, with a side of delicious sausage, thrown together with a mouthwatering plate of hash browns. MMM, Breakfast! But, why am I the only one smelling this? And where was it coming from? Then, it hit me, something wasn’t right; there was a sizzling sound really close to my ear. I looked around and touched my head in wonder, when all of the sudden it hit me, my head was on fire. My brain was frying and a voice came over the sound and said, “How would you like it, scrambled or fried?” The tone resembled an old, raspy, smoker woman’s voice and all I could see was an old waitress standing in front of me chewing her gum and tapping her pen. No wonder nothing made sense, my brain is cooking while the rest of the class is dozing, I'm frying. Between the Chemistry, and Biology, Bible and Western Civilization, my mind was speeding out of control and it finally crashed. The voice came again, “Well?” I replied with a polite smile, “Fried, with a slightly gooey center! I would like to mix it with my hash browns.” When the class turned to look, I just giggled and said, “I am hungry! Sorry professor!” and continued my notes. So next time you are stressing about a test, don’t worry and just ask yourself, “scrambled or fried,” that way you laugh and the worries of college will just sizzle away.

A depressing poem about Haiti

The disaster in Haiti has effected the lives of hundreds of thousands of people. When I first heard about this tragedy, I found that my heart sank to to my feet. When people lose their lives, and when people lose their loved ones, there really is not a lot that can be done to comfort them. But, to express how this made me feel, I have written a poem in the memory of all those innocent children, and people that lost their lives when the earth shook.

Lost Among the Silence:

My name is just a sound in the wind,
It is a call I hear or a mark beneath my skin.
I am a felling that no one can take,
Yet I am still lying unable to wake.

Today I scream into a sea on names,
And not one voice was heard in the remains.
As my heart beats softly I know I am falling,
I whisper to no one "please end this feeling."

What is a name but a sound heard in whimpers,
A soul lost and searching for answers.
Drowning in deafness, I gargle the sound,
Will I survive this cold hollow ground?

To loose a name seems impossible it is true.
But, look in the mirror, it that really you.
Shaking the nerves along each bone,
And then each name is buried, but none alone.

What is my name?

Haven't you ever forgotten your own name and for just a second you have no idea who you are? Well I have. After a day of trying to ignore people that keep calling my name, so that they can tell me their life story, I sometimes forget who I am. The constant drone of "How are you?" "Fine, you?" "Huff, well I tell you! Becky just did this to me and I just ahh! and then... Blah blah blah," and it sends me retreating inside my mind. While hiding inside the folds of my brain, I find two sock puppets mouthing along with each person as they reiterate the same story over and over again. Next thing I know, I have tuned out the constant babble, and the sock puppets are no longer mouthing along her, but rather they are eating the heads off of everyone that won't shut up (I know sound crazy, but ii is not nice to judge!). So instead of having to deal with the problem of wanting to destroy cities and kill everyone, I simply forget my name. It is a momentary lapse that allows me not to respond to their call and it is a legit excuse to why I did not hear my name. So next time you want to avoid having to talk to someone, try forgetting your name, and just keep on walking into the sun set. (Pointer: This works better if you drool and prettend that you mind is shot from a long day of classes. Earphones work to, no music required!)