So recall the previous "might have accidentally shortened my lifespan by 60 years" chapter. Recall that I basically the plastic and probably gave myself cancer because I was too anxious to say I got plastic on my chicken.

So today I brought a macaroni and cheese cup to school. We eat in the ceramics room, and it has a little microwave off to the side. So today with my cup of velveeta I was kinda out of it an on autopilot, I was thinking about making something on the wheel, ya know? So I take out the metal packet with the cheese in it, because you don't microwave that, that would be bad. And I stick it in the microwave.

Those of you that have never made a cup of macaroni and cheese in the microwave or macaroni and cheese in general, I was missing one very crucial step. TO ADD THE FREAKING WATER. I STUCK IT IN THE MICROWAVE WITHOUT WATER. IT WAS LITERALLY JUST LIKE,,, RAW NOODLES.

A minute into it, I'm in the other room and I look up and I literally said out loud under my breath "oh my god." AND I BOOKED IT OVER TO THE MICROWAVE IN THE ATTACHED ROOM.

I stopped it and opened it and instantly light colored smoke just poured out and I was like "shit shit shit man what do i do" so after a minute of like MAN RBO FKEJWKAKCJWJ I put the cup on the ground (I don't know why I was freaking out) and I got my friend from the other room. I was very calm surprisingly. I smoothly leaned over the table and I said "Hey... uh,,, theoretically, if I were to burn macaroni and cheese and it's smoking a lot, what should I do?" And this bro is not dumb, that's why I went to him. He knew instantly I burnt my fuckig mac and cheese. He RAN INTO THE MICROWAVE ROOM and I picked up the cup and I was like "surprise?"

Basically the smoke had simmered down mostly so I just stuck it under cold water and it was a-okay. However, the whole storage room with the microwave smells like burnt shit now. I'm not going to lie, it was pretty bad. It smelled awful. I was dying on the inside. I didn't end up making a pot because I just sat and stared in agony as I thought of all the horrible things that could happen.

Nothing happening. Yet.

I have no idea what awaits me tomorrow.

Probably nothing. I didn't set anything on fire, I just made it a little smoky. Not too bad. My pullover I was wearing and my hands and even my hair reeks of smoke too. I had gym the next hour and changed into a clean shirt I just to happened to not have worn yet, but I still my hands smell like burnt noodles and I cri.