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And it's not about what I've been up to, it's not about where I've been working, it's not about blah blah, it's a good old fashioned rant. Or rantlet. Dunno how long it's gonna end up being yet.

I've been hearing so so much about Obama and the Healthcare plan and "omgsocialism D8" and "omg what about our plans that we have now?!" and all this other crap and whining from people who HAVE insurance plans and don't want them to change. And it's pissing me off. It always seems like those who are comfortable in their lives with the money they make and the salaried jobs they have and the benefits they get from those precious salaried jobs manage to throw a wrench in anything that anyone tries to do to help out the ones that are not so fortunate. Seriously. All this crap I'm hearing and reading seems to be from mouthy college brats who are still covered under mommy and daddy's plans, or the adults (who are supposed to act like *adults* dammit, and not start throwing things in Town Hall meetings) who either didn't want Obama and supported the last idiot president, didn't want Obama and would have supported a NEW idiot president (and even more idiot VP), or are so comfortable in their lives that they can AFFORD to bitch and moan about "well I don't want to lose the reduction in my premium because I'm a nonsmoker!" or "I don't want to go to that doctor, I want to go to this one that I went to college with!" These people with their comfortable health insurance plans don't have to be afraid of catching the flu, of getting a sinus infection. They don't have to prey that they don't slip and fall and break their leg/arm or drop something on their foot and need 16 stitches. These people are fine with the way things are and don't NEED the change.

So why all of a sudden is everyone worrying about THEM?! The health care system doesn't need a revamp for THEM.... it needs one for US. For me, and people like me. Yes, hello, I am one of the millions upon millions without health insurance. And guess what? I'm not unemployed, I'm not an ex-con or any other kind of liability like that. I have a full time job. And I don't make enough money to buy even the most meager of emergency plans. My job offers a plan. It's $160 a month. I can't afford that, geez! I make $10 an hour, which is enough to cover my bills and gas and necessities, and not much more. Sadly, for me, health care is now a luxury. I have a small stock of my antidepressants left. On days I don't work, I don't take them just to stretch it out more. That is HORRIBLE for my brain chemistry, and overall it makes the drug much less effective. By my count, I still have about 2.5 months left. I'd love to not have to start cutting them in half to stretch them out farther...we'll see what happens. I know I'm not the only one who exists in that constant state of nervousness. "What if I'm in a car wreck?? What if I get a bad flu, or pneumonia, or what if I sprain or break something at work? What happens if the disc in my back decides to herniate further and start to press down on my spine??? I'm screwed. What if I have a heart attack? I'll die."

There are two answers to this: Affordable health care for ALL AMERICANS, or FORCING EMPLOYERS to offer cheaper plans/pay well enough for their eligible employees to pick up a plan on their own. Since the latter will NEVER happen without a HUGE amount of whining and baawing from rich, cheapwad business owners, then it'll have to be the former. But the US is rapidly getting offtrack here. Obama is allowing the comfortable whiners to distract him from the people he set out to try and help. All you see in the media and on the internet now is "Obama approval falling; nation expresses no desire for new health plan." BULLSHIT. I WANT HEALTH INSURANCE. Even if it's just a plan that says "If you're broken or dying, we'll repair/resuscitate you for a lowered price." It'd be really nice to get some more anti-deps thrown in, but hey, beggars can't be choosers. And I think that if the choosers were FORCED to live in the world of the beggars for a couple months without their precious, comfortable KNOWLEDGE that a doctor's appointment will only cost them $20, and a prescrip will only cost $30...then they'd be baawwwing a different tune.

TL;DR = SHUT UP ALL YOU IDIOTS WHO ALREADY HAVE HEALTH INSURANCE AND LET THE REST OF US HAVE SOME TOO! WE WORK JUST AS HARD AS YOU AND WE'RE PART OF AMERICA TOO.

/end rant
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Shrek 2 - I Need a Hero!
Current Mood:
pissed off pissed off
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Putting the laws of time and plausiblity aside, picture a battle between the megalodon (a prehistoric shark with a six-foot jaw span) and a giant squid (reported to be the size of a school bus). Who would win?


Well physically, sharks nowadays can't stop swimming or else they stop breathing and die. Something about the way water has to be flowing over their gills to work or some whatsit. Look it up. I'm not joking. Since modern day sharks are like that, I'll assume the prehistoric ones were as well, unless it's some kind of back-assward adaptation for the worst that happened in the last billion years or so.... ANYWAY.

Since sharks can't stop swimming or else they'll DIE and a giant squid has very long, very powerful tentacles often used to hold Sperm Whales (or submarines, if you'd rather) in place and slowly crush them to death, thus STOPPING ALL MOVEMENT...

Yep, I call squid. By route of bizarre evolution. A six-foot jaw span does nothing if you're dead. ^.^
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I is royalty nao. EEEEEEEEEEvil royalty.

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:
Her Excellency Tareacel the Villainous of Hope End
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Then I was rehabilitated....

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:
Venerable Lady Tareacel the Splendid of Walk upon Water
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And now I live my life happily, although not as awesome as I was in the beginning. 8D

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:
Her Most Serene Highness Lady Tareacel the Complex of Waldenshire under Throcket
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I GOT SEYMOUR!!!! **sings** I got my do~~ll... Woohoo! UPS is not, in fact, the ultimate evil, but they're still pretty close. >.< Angie did a *beautiful* job with him, too, the tats are beautiful, and his face...! **grins** I'm currently dying his blond mohair wig blue... I hope it works. >.>

But oh, Volks' WTG Boyfriends dolls are *nice*. I got the "Yamato" body and face for Seymour, and I couldn't be more pleased, except for the tiny-ass feet. At first Kuja was pissed because he's got bigger feet than Seymour does, but then he got over it because at least he can stand up on his own. The joints for the Volks dool vs. Obitsu (Kuja) are really, really loose, too. Kuja squeaks horridly when I pose him, but I'd take that over Seymour's arm/leg/head slipping out of position after two minutes. Ah well. At least he can sit there with Kuja posed on his lap and look pretty. ^.^

~Tareacel

Current Mood:
jubilant jubilant
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God, UPS I HATE YOU.

I HAAAATE YOU!!

They've delayed delivery a day already because my apartment # didn't get put on the address for the package, and now they won't tell me whether or not it's been sent out for delivery again, whether or not someone will need to sign for it (I have to go to WORK at 1:30 until 9:30!) or anything! Both women I have talked to have been rude and condescending, and I'm just trying to get my poor doll here in one piece! "If you're not there you can try and leave a note asking the driver to leave the package outside your door, but he may not." So then what?? Another day??? Two??? Or it gets shipped back to Angie??

NEVER SHIP WITH UPS WHEN YOU CAN HELP IT.

God, I don't care whether I get to open him before work or not, please just let him get here and inside my apartment safely before I have to leave, *pleeeeeease*.

~Tareacel

Current Mood:
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This anxiety is new to me. I have this paranoia, this fear that something bad will happen.

I have a doll in transit. >.> I've never been in this situation before, because usually by the time they're painted and done, I have 'em. This time, Angie put in *so* much work and *so* much time on my new one, and had to mail him to me.

**nervous**

Please please pleasepleaseplease let him get here okay......

**whine**

~Tareacel

Current Mood:
anxious anxious
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Another year gone.

Yeah. It's my birthday...in about an hour. I hafta work. :/ Oh well, that's kinda how things run when you're a "grown-up" I guess.

It's my Kuja-birthday this year. Twenty-four. I'm dreading it for some reason. I dunno if it's because he's my uber-muse and has progressed to becoming a very large part of my life (sad but true, between writing and BJDs and RPing and yeah...) and I don't want to...move past him, so to speak...(although mine turned 25 in December, so hah! You have to age too, you curvy bastard!) Or that I'm worried that either he or I won't live past this year, I dunno. I just know 24 is close to 25, and that's halfway to 30. >.>

When did I get old???

Anyways, new job pwned me tonight, so that's it from me. Happy Unbirthday to all of you!!

~Tareacel

Current Mood:
sore sore
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I want to put my Volks order through...everything's been sitting in my cart for like, a week...

But it'll cost me $75. I have the money. But it's being really, really hard to convince myself to spend it. On a *doll*. Even though it's a doll I *want*, a doll I told myself I was going to get with my Christmas commission from my job and *still* haven't gotten...

Because $75 is almost $100. I have a hard time dropping $100 on *anything*, because to me, $100 is still a *lot* of money. Never mind that I have about 5x that in my account. Never mind that I get paid again, enough to pay my rent, in two weeks. Never mind that I thought it all out and there's no way I'm going to spend $500 in two weeks. $200 maybe, but not 500.

So why can't I make myself press that button? I *waaaaant* the doll. My other dolls want him, too. Kuja's lonely, and keeps telling me so... (this doll is gonna be Seymour of FFX infamy...ahh I <3 villains) but I just can't seem to shake the idea that if I do this, I'm going to screw up something for myself at the end of the month. Because it's $75. I know people spend a *lot* more on dolls than that, but...

**sigh**

**stares at Volks screen and whines**

~Tareacel
Current Location:
Apartment
Current Mood:
distressed distressed
Current Music:
DDR - Extreme2
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To kick things off:

I have been on the Slim-Fast diet again for one month and eleven days. To date, I have lost approximately 20 pounds, and gone from a size 24 jeans to a size 22!! Yes! I am back wearing my skinny belt, and I can get it on the second hole! I'll have to shrink my 24s, because I've been forbidden to buy new clothes until I've gone through all the ones I have already. (A rule I broke today after work because it turned out I only had *one* pair of 22s. Apparently I shot from a 20 to a 24 really quickly. <.<;;; )

It's so weird how the weight loss is different this time than last time. Last time, I went on the diet and immediately lost like, a bra size (cup, not band). It took longer for it to show in my face and everywhere else. This time has been odd because my face and my *hips* of all things have been the first things to go, followed (thank god) by some padding on my back that did not need to be there. Stomach is being relentless in it's refusal to shrink, and, strangely, so have my thighs. wtf. With all the walking, jumping jacks (lol work exercise) and DDRing I've been doing, I'd *think* my thighs would be melting off. Whatev. I'm losing....I'm not gonna be nitpicky.

Second of all: .....**sigh** Thank you, Sforzie, for getting me hooked on another game and another character. As if I really frikkin' needed *another* obsession. Oh well. FFX seems, so far, to be pretty awesome, and Seymour, quite frankly, makes me giggle like a 7th grader. And oh *god* the FMV shots...**drool**

**COUGH** Anyway. Yeah. Umm...'night!

~Tareacel
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silly silly
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So yesterday, at work, where I have to stand around mirrors all day, I decided to start the Slim-Fast diet again.

I've been off of it, totally, for like a year now, but I hadn't been doing it successfully since about two years ago. It doesn't work if you drink a shake for breakfast, then pig out all day. ^.^;;;

And since I started gaining weight back when I started trying to actually mix eating healthy with doing Slim-Fast, (a-la eating an apple for a snack, and having some milk, instead of water, with dinner) I'm going straight the hell back to the equation that worked the first time.

(Slim-Fast + 100 calorie packs + EasyMac + water)/DDR = Tareacel lost two pants sizes.

Of course with my schedule at work being (crazy long hours) the way it is now, DDRing for an hour every day is slightly out of the question. I can, however, as I learned yesterday, stand in the back and do jumping-jacks when it's slow as all hell. I even threw some sit-ups (a pathetically paltry amount) in there for good measure. So I'll get exercise when and how I can...and that plus the diet....I'll have to hope that's enough for now. Gah, at least I'm doing something. I can't stand to see myself in a mirror anymore.

So in order to publicly shame myself/let everyone (who cares) know where I'm starting from, here's my oh so awesome jumping off points.

Current Lane Bryant pants size = 24

Current Lane Bryant shirt size = 24 or 26, depending on shirt

Current weight (yeah, I weighed myself. It actually wasn't what I was afraid it was) = 290


1st goal - My first goal is to get down to where I was last time I fell off the wagon. That means wearing a 20 in jeans, and an 18/20 top. That'll also probably put me down around 240 or so, but we're not going to go by numbers, here. That way lies disappointment and obsession. When I was down to that, I felt so awesome about myself. So we're gunning for that again. When I get there, I'll stop and evaluate the situation, but that's probably a good three or four months away. So I might as well outline the rest of my goals.

2nd Goal - Make it down to an 18 in jeans. This was my original goal two summers ago, when I did Slim-Fast. I *almost* got there, and looking back, I now feel really crappy about myself that I allowed myself to get so far away again. Ah well...hindsight, you know? And there were things that threw me off...like school drama. This is only my second goal, yeah, but if I get here and find that this diet can't take me any farther, well, I'd be content to just stay this size. Let's just hope I have the willpower, as this goal is probably at LEAST half a year away.

3rd Goal - Make it down to a 14/16 top, and a 16 in jeans - Ohmyshit I would be *thrilled*. I haven't worn a 16 in jeans since high school. At this point, we're branching into the future far enough that this isn't a concrete goal, you know, but it'd be nice. ^.^

4th goal - (LOL wheeee fantasy goal!) Long-term goal (probably about a year away) Either one of two things. 1. To still be at goal 2 or 3, and not back up to where I am now... or 2. Be wearing Old Navy instead of Lane Bryant. If I lose an average of 3 pounds a week, (which is healthy, and doable, if I'm very good), by a year's time, I could conceivably cut my weight in half. I could lose a whole person! Who knows what I'll look like after that (although I'm sad to say that loose skin is probably very yes, and that's not sexy either, but at least it won't kill me) but at least I'll be lighter and healthier.



So that's the plan, and the goals for about a year. Cross fingers, please, because I need all the good vibes you can send! It starts today! **pops open can**

~Tareacel
Current Mood:
determined determined
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