I ALMOST DIED!!!

Hi World!

So, as you've most likely seen in the title, something mad has just happened in my life...I most probably overexaggerated, but with my flat mates, welllllll you never know, do you? 

You see, one of my flat mates was planning on frying something for dinner...so naturally, she started heating some oil in a pot.  Me, being the antisocial creature that I am here, was quietly sitting in my room talking to Boyfriend online and watching Youtube.  Part way into my conversation about coffee with my boyfriend (I was trying to prove to a friend that real men take their coffee black....I'm just teasing him, if you drink it flavoured or whatever, it's fine with me) I heard screaming.  This wasn't the usually excited and seriously annoying screaming that I hear all the time preventing me to get any rest whatsoever, but it was more frightened.  When I heard someone say, "fire extinguisher," THEN I was worried...

So, I left my conversation about coffee to go check out the situation.  Turns out that this brilliant flat mate of mine had set fire to the oil she was heating up.  I was pretty freaked out, after all, it's the middle of winter, and although we haven't much snow right now, it is freezing cold out, not to mention, our windows don't open and the only thing we have to get the smoke out is opening the door to our flat, and turning on the fan over the stove.  The fire alarm is right in the kitchenette, being a flat after all, we were all afraid that it would be set off.  BUT!  For some strange reason, it didn't go. 

When I was told about the situation, I was then asked if I had any flour to throw onto the fire.  This sounded very off to me, and later I found out why.  Flour is inflammable!!!

For those of you confused, "flammable" is technically not a word.  The proper term is "inflammable," while "noninflammable," means that it won't catch fire.  My friend has harped at me about this and told me about this crazy misconception. 

Thankfully, nobody got their hands on flour...my roommate left the apartment and managed to come back with baking soda (I swear she's the smartest of the 5 of my flat mates)...so the one who set fire to the oil in the first place took the box and dumped half of it into the pot...yeah....that was a bit much, wasn't it?...

I saw a huge puff of smoke, and went back into my room, now that I figured that the excitement was over.  After a while, I figured that we should prop the apartment door open.  I went back out to see if we have anything to prop it open with, and realised that they had already done so, along with set up fans blowing the smoke out, and the contents of the pot had begun to foam and spill all over the stove. 

Amazing things happen in this flat...I'm surprised I'm not dead yet, to be honest...

Well, if I live to write another post, you'll know.

Oh, the madness that ensues here...

Anyway, until next time!

If there is a next time...

Dusk