leujin | (no subject)

I should really not be allowed to play with fire.

This is probably not new information to... all of you reading this.

See, one of my books is about a guys plantation getting burned down by General Sherman in the Civil War. One of my peers had the brilliant idea to cut a house out of construction paper and set it on fire. I had to contain my excitement at the prospect of this idea.

So I finally got around to doing it today. It went... okay. The first house got the biggest flame, but it burned too fast to get any decent pictures, and the rest I got a bunch of good pictures but the flame wasn't very big. It was disappointing.

Anyway, after I did the first house, I decided I should burn the excess (read: I'm a crazy pyromaniac). It got ... a LITTLE out of control.

At this point I should mention that I was doing this in the grassy area of our backyard. And I wasn't wearing shoes.

It wasn't actually all that bad, the construction paper just burned faster and harder than I thought it would. I didn't want to set the house on fire, so I was like "oh shi--!", picked up the STILL BURNING piece of paper, and took it to an area where it could burn out safely (i.e. the concrete back porch). I singed my hand a bit.

I put on shoes after that.

Still, this goes right up there on the chart of "awesome but wholy stupid things I've done with fire" with the botched portfolio project (rubber cement burns AWESOME) and the box of 400 matches.

Seriously, I don't know how Liz trusts me in the house alone, let alone when I am playing with fire. >.>