You DO have a bellybutton, Mr. Lunt.

It's ridiculous. Mr. Lunt has a deeply-rooted self esteem problem as he confesses to the love of his life (though I'm afraid that the mushy feelings are not reciprocated) that he does not, in fact, have a belly button.

But seriously. Wait. Think about it.

Mr. Lunt is a gourd.

This is relevant how?

Quick history lesson: in my first two years of high school I was an adamant disciple of my biology teacher. Like seriously. I loved her so much. I ended up taking 2 years of pseudo-college-level biology. That was quite a while ago. Not much has stuck, but a few things have:
1) gourds are fruits
2) fruits don't have bellybuttons

At least not on their bellies.

Hate to break it to ya, but you do have a bellybutton, Mr. Lunt. It's on the top of your head. It's the remains of your flower sepals and receptacle.

Yes that's a fruit. Ignore the fact that it's not a gourd.

(I can't believe I just spent like an hour of my life constructing an argument against a gourd's music video) 

Obligatory Boys Post (or, piggybacking off of Jamie Grace...)

(...because this lil blogger is too busy [*coughLAZYcough*] to write an independent post today)

I feel like I MUST have at least one post on boys. So...since I'm dedicated to giving you my best...here you are, Internet! My best! Or rather...someone else's best. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the one, the only, the amazing Jamie Grace!

Many of my own personal experiences, thoughts, and opinions are echoed by Jamie Grace in this video. Especially #4. Because that one's...actually kinda true ;)

This may or may not surprise you, but I kinda feel like relationships and purity are big enough topics for full, independent posts. Some other day! Remind me, because I sure won't write it on a post-it note reminder.

Ending this post on a musical note (Ha). This song was featured at the end of the above video.

(This lil blogger feels slightly guilty for getting away with writing so little actual text today. *snore*)

Until next time, faithful blog-stalkers!

Bible Burn: THE FINALE

Bear with me as I keep playing around with these fonts!

Quick Note: the Empress of Snark recently (as in 2 months ago...grr.) reformatted her entire blog. You'll notice that the link to her blog now reads "Arrows of Fortune." It's worth checking out! (after you read this post ;)

ALRIGHTY. Let's get down to business (now I got the song stuck in your head!).

I expect y'all to expect me to provide a sincere apology for taking so long to complete this final Burn post, and for holding you precious blog-stalkers in such suspense for over a week.

But ... thus is the nature of my swag.*

I know you're dying to know, so here is the BIBLE BURN data in an interpretable table

Books finished DURING official 72 hours

Books finished AFTER official 72 hours (times in hours:minutes)

Genesis Exodus Leviticus Numbers Deuteronomy Joshua Judges Ruth 1 Samuel 2 Samuel 1 Kings 2 Kings 1 Chronicles 2 Chronicles Ezra Nehemiah Esther Job Psalms Proverbs Ecclesiastes Song of Solomon Isaiah Jeremiah Lamentations Ezekiel Daniel Hosea Joel Amos Obadiah Jonah Micah Nahum Habakuk Zephaniah Haggai Zechariah Malachi ----- Matthew Mark 1 Timothy 2 TImothy Titus Philemon Hebrews James 1 Peter 2 Peter 1 John 2 John 3 John Jude

Luke -- 1:03 John -- 00:32 Acts -- 00:41 Romans -- 00:17 1 Corinthians -- 00:14 2 Corinthians -- 00:13 Galatians -- 00:06 Ephesians -- 00:05 Philipians -- 00:05 Colossians -- 00:05 1 Thessalonians -- 00:04 2 Thessalonians -- 00:01 Revelation -- 00:22

Total reading time after official 72 hours: 03:48
GRAND TOTAL: 72:00 + 03:48 = 75:48 HOURS

I'll admit that I was wayyy more chill while determining the individual books after the official 72. I timed each book separately. I ate spaghetti. I drank tea. I texted my best friend (who happens to be the author of Arrows of Fortune [remember to check it out after this post!]). I took major breaks in between books. Sometimes I went a full day without any progress at all. Buuut the chillaxness makes me feel a lot better about the final grand total ;)

I've heard some humans bring up the issue of so much reading over so little time. And I totally can see their concern as I fly over the text. There really isn't much in-depth absorption going on. But what I wanted to achieve over the 72 hours was a birds-eye view of the Scriptures: I wanted to see the big picture.
Now that I accomplished what I set out to accomplish (phew!), I think I want to go back and do a deeper study in Joshua, Ruth, Ezekiel, John, Romans... :)

Thank you for your enthusiastic (albeit silent) support during this challenge, precious blog-stalkers!

*This tagline was taken from the honored Master Holmes, my physics teacher. He used it in an assignment description, and I deemed the phrase an excuse appropriate for anything and everything. e.g. I destroyed another LED in this very assignment today. Oh well. Thus is the nature of my swag.

Hmm. Wrapping up a blog post with physics swag. I like it.

Responsibility? Say Whaaaat?

Enjoy a new (more readable) font!


(Yes. I'm sure you're aware that I'm putting off my final Burn update! I have a surpriiiiiiise :)

So. Responsibility. Ouch. It's a tough term to handle, and not just because it's confusing for my fingers to be typing so many i's alternating with so many consonants so nearby on the keyboard.

From taking out the trash to driving a two-ton piece of metal on the freeway, from raising children to managing one's own finances. Eek. Responsibility is a totally necessary, but also totally terrifying part of life! Terrifying because...? Maybe because responsibility is accompanied by accountability?
AH! Accountabili-what?

Okay slowing down. BLAH. So say something is entrusted to you, and it's up to YOU to complete the thing with reasonable success. But wait. What if something goes wrong? Who is there to blame? If your child grows up and spends half his life in prison, who's there to blame? If your self-formulated budget eventually lands you in incredible debt, who is there to blame?

Let's be fair. Human beings have a tendency not to be in control of things. Things as in, things in life that may or may not involve other fickle human beings. For example, this post. What if my loyal blog-stalkers HATE this post? They totally have a right to their opinions, and I can't be blamed for that. Brb, grabbing a virtual trashcan-lid-shield for virtual rotten tomatoes.
However, we CAN slap an at-least-slightly-responsible-for-likability sticker on the creator (mother. nurse. nanny) of this post, yeah?

Anyway, the point is that even though I may not be in control of results, I bear responsibility for my actions. Let's hop into our lovely hypothetical world: say, I did my absolute best in this post, and decided to neglect my entire life for a few days in order to use 100 hours putting my thoughts into this post, exhausting every scrap of knowledge and experience I have in writing blog posts..... WHAT IF (dun dun dunnn) y'all awful blog-stalkers simply shrug and sip your hours-old coffee in your cold mugs, disregarding the sheer genius, the blood and sweat and tears that were poured into these words? Well then HMPH you guys are cocky and mean (just kidding. kind of. I think). Really, what more was there that I could have done? What else could I have thought or said or did to procure a greater effect on my blog-stalkers? Well hmm. You know what? Actually I would be rather proud of myself despite the poor turnout. I would have had done my best, and if no one else likes the post, at least I did.

The situation is different if I had merely regurgitated on the screen to begin with. Yes, regurgitation of the brain. Get used to it. I know my English teacher and classmates have. Not a pretty sight, for either myself or classmates or blog-stalkers. I'd say that you and your virtual rotten tomatoes would be rather justified, should you encounter bits of my brain dripping out of your screen.

SOLEMN DECLARATION: I, me, and myself, are responsible for keeping slimy brain bits where they belong– not anywhere near you. We are responsible for doing a good (at least, neat) job.
In other words, you blog-stalkers have full and unreserved permission to hold the three of us accountable in regards to location of slimy brain bits.

Phew. As author of this post, I dub responsibility and the accompanying accountability.........scary. Scary but inevitable.


*raises trashcan-lid-shield*

Yes, this is exactly what I look like. Bowler hat and all.