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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

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. ^.^

I is royalty nao. EEEEEEEEEEvil royalty.

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Then I was rehabilitated....

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And now I live my life happily, although not as awesome as I was in the beginning. 8D

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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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeeeup! Take that, bitches!!

Err...or rather don't...it's mine. **hugs**

50,300 and so...and still going. >.<;;;


Dunno when it'll be done. **sigh**

~Tareacel

Yo!!

26,212 / 50,000 (52.4%)

This is what my NaNo looks like. Nifty huh??? Halfway through!!! Woohoo!!!!

And there's only been one night I've tried to claw my brain out. How about that?

Roomie has been invaluable to the process. It helps to know that I will be hit if I don't make my word count (ow). It also helps to know that someone, somewhere, wants me to finish so they can read it.

Let's see...what else is new?

Got moved. Have not yet got unpacked. Because job >>>>> life. Sad, but true. I need the moneys to keep the new place. I need the hours for the moneys. With so many hours, I have no time to unpack. It's a vicious cycle!!!

Apartment is gorgeous, though. **happy** Let's see...I have inherited by roommateness a cat who likes to escape to the great beyond. Problem is, lately, it's a very cold great beyond. And last night I had to run around in a thin bathrobe and slippers after her. I caught her, but I think I could have been arrested for indecent exposure about three times. >.<

Roommate owes me pictures.

Uhhh...lessee...the WGA is on strike, which is AWESOME. It means no new Heroes or House or whatnot, but what's important is that the writers get what they're fucking due.

It's *cold*. Like, see your BREATH cold. It's WEIRD...because it feels like it hasn't been cold in FOREVER. I didn't think this state was SUPPOSED to get cold.

Blargh. I shall stop rambling.

~Tareacel

There was a blog I was reading in which a person was talking about the bashing of gaygamer.com and how sad it is that hate doesn't stop on the internet. I was going to leave a comment, but then discovered that this person had already said everything I was going to say. In *spades*. So read. No, I'm not cutting it. I'm sorry for the length, but how often do I post anyway?
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"I don't know how many of you out there in the internet land have a livejournal...but bad, bad things have been happening over there. There is a group called "Warriors for Innocence" that has blackmailed and threatened and bullied livejournal into doing a sweep of their accounts. They insist that LJ is a "haven for pedophiles and people lacking moral fiber". They keep threatening to go over the heads of the people that head LJ, to go to their advertisers and the people who donate money spouting the same garbage. "Livejournal has been repeatedly warned to purge their site of pedophiles, but they are refusing to cooperate. We are sure you don't wish to encourage this behavior."

Because of this, many, many innocent people are being tossed off of LJ and their accounts deleted. Not all of them are pedophiles. Many were support groups for victims. Many were victims themselves and had written about their experiences. Many are authors, artists...

It's all about Free Speech. The First Amendment. There's a reason that came first. If there is anything in this country that we should hold as holy, it should be our right to say, type, express, write, draw, blog, or record what we feel. Now, I am in no way a supporter of pedophilia. But as Voltaire said: "I may not agree with what you have to say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it."

The problem in America is that too many people think that they should have the right to say what they wish, to the detriment of others. Whether you are gay or straight, white or black, male or female, young or old, slender, fat, ANYTHING...

...Remember this: You have the RIGHT to say what you wish. But you also have the ability to decide whether or not you should say it. Nobody has the right to rule your mind. That is your domain alone. But if there is one thing that every human being owes a debt of, it is respect. Hate in this country is on an upswing, while respect is on a steep downward spiral. And that is a dangerous mixture.

Should straight people bash gays? No. I'm not advocating that at ALL, just like in my example above, I'm not advocating pedophilia. But I've known my fair share of both gay men and lesbians who do their part bashing "breeders".

Nobody should bash anyone! Why can't Americans get that through their heads? Why must there always be someone to hate? Some common enemy?? Can the human race be so petty and cruel that we cannot unite unless it is against one common foe??

The American people are led by the nose, content to hate who the President tells them to hate...who the Bible tells them to hate...who their parents raise them to hate. And nobody catches what's happening. The little nudges into private lives...the little bloodless victories over what used to be the Bill of Rights...the Constitution...

If Free Speech goes...what's next? Ask yourselves that. What will you do when what I am doing right now is illegal? Grounds for being arrested...or even enough to be labeled as a domestic terrorist? Because it has already begun. Warriors for Innocence is purging Livejournal not only of pedophiles, but of anyone *they* deem as "objectionable". How vague can you be?? But they're using that umbrella to target homosexuals, as well as creative people with a voice that wish to be heard.

How long can we take it? How much are we going to take before people finally *see*? Before they finally stand up and say "NO! ENOUGH!" How many of our basic human rights (a bunch of freedom fighters long ago called them "inalienable") will be gone before we reach that point?

I'm well aware that this completely hijacked the thread. For that I apologize. Ignore me as you wish, but be warned: "Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities." "

There. I've done my good deed for the day. Now it's up to you. If this struck a chord, take it and put it somewhere else. Myspace, insanejournal, your own page, etc. Spread the message to THINK around.

~Tareacel

PS - If this turns out to be my last message, I've greatly enjoyed knowing you all. You can find me at Y!Gallery. Peace.

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...It looks like a collage of natural disasters. O.O


So hi guys. Just figured that I'd drop a quick update on me, for anyone who may care.

I'm still in the process of moving into my house. There was a bit of a bug (ew) problem, so we had to spray. >.> Got internet and stuff, too. Lane Bryant's going okay, even though the store management is in a fuck of a mess right now. Worked 31 hours last week...job's supposed to be 8-15. Kyah. Last week was *insane*. I got another one, too!! Yay!! *So* much stress gone! I'm working at Bed, Bath, and Beyond now, too, and I had my orientation today. Despite being a little strict on dress code, I think they're gonna be fun people to work for/with.

Animazement is this weekend! I'm goin' as a German-speakin' Schuldig!!

I have the *perfect* jacket and shirt, but I'm goin' in jeans and some rather kickass looking black shoes. All and all, I think it looks like Schuldig on...maybe a casual day off. But my hair is *perfect*...and I'm excited to walk around being all badass and laughing evilly and speaking *German* the whole time, if I can. ....Mein Gott, ich bin ein Dummkopf.

Bwahahahahaha.

Hmm. Also, I am currently batting around the idea of creating a journal for the voices, err, muses in my head. And I want opinions. Would anyone tune in? Because if it's just me, yeah. I already hear them all the time. What do I need to create another journal for them for? Kuja's just an attention-whore who wants to be...**flinch** owwwwwwww....

~Tareacel

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070516/ap_on_go_pr_wh/war_czar


George Bush has created a new position within the Pentagon. That of a "War Czar". AKA "Full-time manager of the War on Terror". ....More often referred to as "War Czar".

...Have we regressed to the 1700s? Call me crazy, but I wouldn't make up a position with a name like that! It sounds so....medieval. Like it came out of a fantasy story.

**sigh** Just...what the fuck.

And today should go down in history as being weird simply for the fact that Jerry Falwell and Marilyn Manson both apparently died today.

...Falwell did. Not sure about Manson. Just weird that it'd happen in the same day.

OMG...they're the SAME PERSON. <.< >.>

~Tareacel

"How do you document real life when real life's getting more like fiction each day?" -Rent

It's done.

College..school...is officially over.

Yesterday I graduated. The Theatre Dept. did a wonderful ceremony that I swear was probably better than the big one (which wasn't required. Bwaha!)

I walked across the stage, and now have a "Certificate of Completion" to prove that I worked six long years to get a BFA in Musical Theatre (diploma is in the mail.) Made it back to Charleston safe and somewhat sound...(it's been a STRESSFUL two days) and tomorrow, I move into my little boathouse!! I'm so excited! Tuesday starts work back at Lanie B, which I'm actually looking forward to. I need the social, and the self-esteem boost. I also need to drop the weight I gained last semester, at least. Blugh.

~Tareacel

3
Three days.

Three days and it's all over.

We're in the home stretch, people!!!

Got cap and gown, starting the slow process of packing up my room....

Called Lanie B. and am on the schedule for next week. So I have ONE job. Need another. >.>

But that can get found when I get down there. It's about to be *over*.

Practicum made me cry...it made all of my MT class cry. We were wrecks. It was awesome.

I'm thinking that maybe I'll start looking around for a community theatre doing something fun.

~Tareacel

**snerk**
I can't help but feel vindicated. I know it's wrong, but I can't help it.

Even muses have life lessons to learn. And Kuja's learning a hard one right now.

Mainly: If you are a muse, and you keep *saying* you want to be written, and insisting you be written *now*, and annoying the crap out of your writer; and yet, when it's time to actually sit down and get to work, you back off and beg off, and run off to do something else, or else just sit there with a blank look on your face and say you feel lazy.......

Eventually....someone else is going to step up. Eventually, you may lose your "currently most favored" status, and have to go back to waiting in the queue like everyone else. Eventually, others that have been waiting patiently are going to sense their chance, and are going to seize it.

I suppose what I'm trying to say is...

Bankotsu & Jakotsu - **matching grins** The Shichinintai are back, bitches!!

**sweatdrop**

So to anyone out there who actually reads this journal, and who reads my stuff, this is a general announcement that, while I'm *planning* on still posting Shichinintai stuff on aff.net, my new base of operations is on Y!Gallery, and I'd prefer readers to go there, since aff.net's Shichinintai section has turned into something that I'm not entirely sure I want to keep associating with. My Y!Gallery username is the same as livejournal. That account also contains everything I've written so far with the Terra Arc of my FF9 work, so if anyone's interested in FF9, feel free to go read and look around there, as well. :)

I'm getting serious about this writing thing. **nod**

~Tareacel