As I was considering my choices, I chose against baking a pie since it's better eaten worm and no one was awake but me. So off I went to clean my room armed with plastic bags and all. I was nearly done with my first bag (it would've taken at least twenty to clean that dump!). I started finding stuff that I no longer wanted around. I gathered those stuff in a box and thought "TORCH THAT MOTHER FUCKER!!!!". Yes I might be an environmentalist, but you could never take the little arsonist out of me! So on a dumb (very very very dumb) impulse I thought "it's a small box, why not do it in the bathroom?". In my defense, I just watched "Phoebe in Wonderland" and I'm not a PG movie fan, so I was extremely bored and disturbed. Plus, those Fanning girls scream child abuse and tend to creep me out and make me want to act out for some reason!
So I went to the bathroom with my two scented candles, my box, my least favorite body spray (to start the fire silly!), matches, and myself. I closed the door, sprayed the body spray, lit a match, and BOOM we have a bonfire! At first it didn't smoke that much, but I knew what was coming. Surprisingly (more like stupidly, disturbingly, or suicidally) enough I just didn't care! So the more fire, the more smoke, the harder it got to breath (DUH! naturally!!). But instead of putting the fire out, I turned on the water, faucet, shower head and all. Still I felt like I was choking and my lung were killing me (wimps!), so you'd think that I'd put the fire out, right? Wrong!! I wet the hem of my nighty and started breathing through it while watching that majestic fire. As I was staring and bravely (stupidly) suffocating, I heard a knocking sound that brought me back to sane land. I thought "OMG now I'm really dead!" So I sprayed the box with water, which normally generated more smoke, more choking effect, more thinking "SUMAIAH YOU'RE A FUCKING IDIOT! CLASS A MORON!!". As I was choking to death, I lit the two scented candles (as if they had a chance while that mess was around!) Lifted the box while still hot and partly burning and threw it out. Went back to my bathroom because I remembered that the spray was right next to the candles (stupid). Then went down to prepare some fa7am for bo5oor. As I was doing this I started to realize that there probably wasn't any knocking, because if there were any I wouldn't have been able to do any of this!
I know now that what I did was very stupid (knew it all along, I just like starting fires :p) but you can't say that I didn't handle it like a pro! I still smell like BBQ Thursday and I'm not sure how the house smells because I think that I burnt smelling right out of me. So people of earth if I die of complications or shame if someone confronted me with this. Know that I don't regret this the least :D
As for my room, I think it's meant to be filthy forever!
And I might bake that pie tomorrow.
But now I have to go in, and down to my room to sleep the rush away. The weather is extremely sexy and I don't want to go, bs my eyes are hurting from the smoke :(
So good night people who now know for sure that I'm unwell. May you hear of more Sumaiah styled craziness in the near future :p