I'm working on it

I'm not the most organised: my homework is usually last-minute and my room permanently untidy.
I'm not the greatest when it comes to memory: tell me something and I may ask you a second later what the heck you just said (sometimes I can't remember what I said.)
I'm not the most time-managed, I spend a lot of my time on the computer and not a lot of time doing any work - I procrastinate so easily.

I'm not the best blogger out there, I don't do an awful lot to go out there and attract people to my blog, and I don't post consistently.
I'm not the hardest worker: I care nothing for a lot of my school subjects and only work on the ones I don't enjoy because I have to.
I'm not as great a writer as I want to be, for the reason that I'm afraid of commitment and don't actually write much.

But to all these things I have say this...

I'm working on it.

~Love Leonidas

Party. Fricking. AWESOME

Usually there's no good reason why I post my blogs late, I just plain forget (oops XD) but yesterday, there was a very good reason: MAH PARTEH!

Charity and transgenderism

Something that's always been an object of curiosity to me is the question of charity: what's the most important cause, what should you donate to? Others like to get into the Kantian line of arguments: you should donate to charity out of a sense of duty, and not out of self-gratification or any other motivation than this motivation. I don't personally go for the latter; £1,000 for Comic Relief is still £1,000 for Comic Relief whether it was donated by a selfless man wishing to help people's quality of life or by a business for the sake of looking good.

Mah birthday!

Long story short, I had an AMAZING birthday :D <3. There, you can stop reading here if you so desire ;).

For Luma

I woke up on Sunday in the afternoon to be told by mum that she had rubbish news. I sat up and didn't say a word, looked at her face, noticed the tears; possibilities ran through my head: Had her boyfriend dumped her, had she lost someone? No, we both had. I woke up to be told my poor cat Luma had been run over.

Two years ago, on November the 5th, my beautiful cat Neo went missing when she ran away on Fireworks night, scared off, doubtless, by the fireworks. This year, we made sure that wasn't going to happen; kept Luma in to make sure he couldn't get out and run away; that worked. And then he was killed by a car the next day. I don't believe in God or fate but I know bad luck when I see it.

Luma was such a beautiful thing. He was a complete ditz; black, short-haired, with the odd cat eyes that can go so easily from green to yellow to orange. He was never a big thing, but he was infamous; he would scare off other cats, attack my godfamily's dog, break into peoples homes and steal their cats food, we even heard reports of him waking up a then irate man by jumping on him and attacking their cat with no provocation. The thug <3.

I loved Luma as I loved all my cats, and I'll miss him a lot. He went by a great deal of nicknames: Jingly, Evil, Moron, Pillock, Blackie, Bella, Stupid, Lumalee, Lumanescence, Devil, Satan, Smelly... they were all affectionate, of course (although we can hardly claim he was a saintly cat ;)...) but I'll always remember him for what I named him. Anyone who's played Super Mario Galaxy will remember the Lumas; cute and adorable little stars. Well, that's what Luma was, a cute and adorable star.

I'll miss you, my little puss. You were the sweetest, stupidest, adorablest cat, and I love you.

In memory of Luma. My best birthday present yet.

~Love and Memories Leonidas

Update: Facebook isn't working, that's why I've not been on

Lemme tell you what happens when I go onto Facebook. I get this sweet sonofabitch:

Whatever I do. Nothing but that. I've clicked EVERYTHING, including, yes, the Log Out button, which does a whole load of fuck-all. And as you can see, the Help button was of no use to me either...

I've found out my profile has actually become unviewable. Noone can see it anything on it, they get a similar message. Which means I've probably been banned. I don't remember doing anything wrong, but hey...

So yeah, Facebook is COMPLETELY unusable to me, I may never see it again... that's why I'm not on.

~Raeg from Leonidas

Update: Facebook isn't working, that's why I've not been on

Lemme tell you what happens when I go onto Facebook. I get this sweet sonofabitch:

Whatever I do. Nothing but that. I've clicked EVERYTHING, including, yes, the Log Out button, which does a whole load of fuck-all. And as you can see, the Help button was of no use to me either...

I've found out my profile has actually become unviewable. Noone can see it anything on it, they get a similar message. Which means I've probably been banned. I don't remember doing anything wrong, but hey...

So yeah, Facebook is COMPLETELY unusable to me, I may never see it again... that's why I'm not on.

~Raeg from Leonidas

MONEHH

I'm not a successful blogger, in the sense that I have eighteen thousand followers, am known in four continents and the Queen reads my posts every week, at least. I might argue that I'm successful in that I wanted to start a blog project, did so, and continue to do so (almost) consistently ;). But that wasn't the point. The point is, if I WAS a followed-by-eighteen-K, intercontinentally-renowned, royally received blogger, would I have the right to profit from it?

Harold Camping - God, you're a wasteful bastard

One reason I'm not huge on getting into pure political debates is because it's full of people dead-convinced that they have the answer to running this country successfully and that our Prime Minister is a toshpot - the same in America - it's the old "Cameron/Clegg/Obama are wasting their money on Resource X when they should be spending money on Resource Y". You know, that really irritates me. But right now, I feel no shame in writing this post and doing pretty much the same thing. But can anyone blame me, when people are still donating money to HAROLD FUCKING CAMPING?

I am brainwashed

When someone says that you're brainwashed, it's almost always an insult; it implies that someone has been influenced by someone else and haven't come to a conclusion on their own, that they were seduced into the idea that they are presenting. But the thing not everyone realises when we make claims like this is that you, me, and everyone are brainwashed from the moment we are born.