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Rules of the game are as follows:

[1] Write down every letter of your name.
[2] Write down a song that pops up in your mind beginning with each letter.
[3] Count the number of letters and tag that many people in your friends list.

Name: Isabel

[I] - If I Could Be a Superhero - Stephen Lynch
[S] - Still Alive - GLaDOS
[A] - Asterisk - Orange Range
[B] - Beast and the Harlot - Avenged Sevenfold
[E] - Everybody Needs Music - Home Made Kazoku
[L] - Libera Me From Hell - Iwasaki Tarou

Tagged: You, if you feel like it. I don't care.

]]> ~Shaberisu http://Shaberisu.deviantart.com/journal/27200457/ http://Shaberisu.deviantart.com/journal/27200457/ Sun, 13 Sep 2009 21:47:30 PDT
And Gene, if you waltz in here with your "I told you so", I will take your baritone and shove it down your fucking throat!

]]> ~Shaberisu http://Shaberisu.deviantart.com/journal/25752773/ http://Shaberisu.deviantart.com/journal/25752773/ Sun, 05 Jul 2009 12:09:58 PDT tagged me.
1) Post these rules
2) Post 8 things about yourself on this journal
3) At the end you must tag 8 people and post their icons on the same journal (Like I'll do that! Who gives a shit anyway?)
4) NO TAG BACKS! PLEASE!

*clears throat, even though I'm typing this*

1. As of now, I am still without a job

2. Buzzing sounds close to my ear terrify me

3. Part of me still thinks that this is all a long freaking dream, and someday I'll wake up in another reality as a child coming out of a coma

4. I always think there's someone behind me

5. When I die, I want my ashes to be processed into pencils and distributed to a nearby elementary school, which I will then haunt

6. I can bend my fingers into strange positions

7. I'm addicted to Advanced Wars, Chrono Trigger, and Fire Emblem

8. My ADHD causes me to get into some stupid shit, just for the sake of keeping myself entertained

]]> ~Shaberisu http://Shaberisu.deviantart.com/journal/24825867/ http://Shaberisu.deviantart.com/journal/24825867/ Mon, 18 May 2009 16:23:44 PDT
Buuuuuut... Before I do that, tons of things to do!

For those of you who don't know, I'm going to the University of Houston next year. Before I can get myself an apartment, I first gotta, y'know, enroll in all my classes and get that all planned out. Of course, I can't enroll yet, as I still have to sign up for orientation and I need to speak with an academic adviser. Before I can do that, my mom says I first have to take care of financial aid.

Holy crap, financial aid. So much time spent thumbing through dad's tax returns, and as we speak he's filling out a 1040X to amend his tax return. Why? Oh, because the nice people at the financial aid office called bullshit on my FAFSA, pointing out an inconsistency with dad's tax return solely because whereas my mom is mentioned in the FAFSA as existing, she hasn't got her own tax return nor any mention on dad's tax return. And so there they sit with the consultant. Mom had to dig up her original birth certificate, which took a hell of a while. We did dig up a lot of pictures of Mom and Dad from the 80s, back when they were world travelers and we weren't around yet.

After that's good and done, I'd like to speak with the financial aid people myself. It seems that every little thing in the application process always seems to go wrong, and I'm really quite sick of it. I just want to get my money for college so I don't end up in the military to pay for it. I hear that once you've sold yourself to your country, they can put your ass on the battlefield whenever they feel like it. And quite frankly, I'm not much in the mood to get shrapnel lodged in my skull. You understand, right?

Oh yeah, and prom was freaking sweet.

]]> ~Shaberisu http://Shaberisu.deviantart.com/journal/23921045/ http://Shaberisu.deviantart.com/journal/23921045/ Fri, 27 Mar 2009 17:17:46 PDT
People like him should be sent to the gas chambers, along with the goat-fondlers that went and bombarded my computer with both the Rustock rootkit virus and the Small.AU trojan virus. I would build a time machine if it meant I could go back in time and falcon punch them out of the womb. May they suffocate on their mothers' used maxi pads.

Enough anger. I'm sorry, this entire week has been a stinking bowl of menstrual soup. Ironic, as I don't get my visit from ToM until a few more days. Do excuse my language and the threats that could end up landing me in jail someday. I do need to control my demons, that I do.

Like I said, the week's been rough. Started off Sunday with me messing up real bad, ruined my relationship with a certain person. I'd care not to detail the specifics. Monday, my band section leader is involved in a tragic accident that again, I dare not detail. To my knowledge, she's on her way to recovery and may return within a month.

Fast-forward to today. I'm loaded down with work, did miserably on the second part of my anatomy test, and somehow managed to score lower than the rowdy idiot behind me in Economics. On top of that, I had to rush to finish a yearbook spread, and the group shot I needed for it still hasn't been sent to us. On top of that, I have to miss Pre-UIL for band tomorrow in order to go participate in the district academic UIL competition. With two of the more reliable flute-players gone, I can name a certain flautist now sitting alone on the front row who wants to wring my neck. And the competition I'm going to has me immensely stressed, as everyone expects me to get first place like I did last year. Any less, and I graduate as a shadow of my former self.

And also, I think I may have thrown out my sacrum (lower back, right at the ass). I heard it pop loudly as I was getting up with a heavy backpack, and now it feels weird when I walk. And my left wrist may be exhibiting early signs of carpal tunnel syndrome. I suck.

]]> ~Shaberisu http://Shaberisu.deviantart.com/journal/23203494/ http://Shaberisu.deviantart.com/journal/23203494/ Sat, 14 Feb 2009 19:35:25 PST
]]> ~Shaberisu http://Shaberisu.deviantart.com/journal/22829087/ http://Shaberisu.deviantart.com/journal/22829087/ Mon, 26 Jan 2009 17:21:48 PST
So tired lately. I seem to burn and wound myself in the mouth quite a bit these days. Blood does not complement a sandwich very well. Then again, there are probably people out there who like a little blood in their sandwiches. They tightened my braces big time yesterday. At least they'll be removing the fuckers anchored on my molars next time. I imagine there'll be quite a bit of pain when they remove them. My gums will probably bleed. Where's my research paper? I once typed 'aru' at the end of a sentence on a school paper. I wanted to keep it for shits and giggles, but it would only be funny if there were others besides myself who got the joke. I still need to get that folder for that class. I really hate running to Elsik. I bled too much today, but it's okay because I had on two pairs of pants. Apparently, bleeding all your toxins out every month is the reason women tend to live longer. My economics teacher told me that. He's nice, I love his class. He tells great stories. I hope his cancer doesn't kill him this semester. We all have to go sometime. I hope it's not selfish of me wanting him to live at least until he completes one last semester, if not longer. There's a man on the TV who looks like a lady. He's naked in bed with another lady. He looks like a teacher of mine. Do they pay actors extra to act like they're sleeping with other actors when they play their roles? I bet there are actors out there who have to play these roles in pairs but hate each others' guts off the set. That fucking dragon killed my dracoknight last night. Ha, tht rhymed. Oh no, a typo! I really would like some cake now. The cake is a lie. Does that make the pie a truth? Pie is delicious. I like pecan pie, and pumpkin pie, and key lime pie. That would really cool my burned tongue, that key lime pie. I think there's still some lemon meringue in the freezer. That's good too. Why do people think it's a bad thing when life gives you lemons? I bet there are people out there who wouldn't mind having some lemons thrown their way. I think about desserts a lot. I'll go have a bath now. Then I'll go lie down for a bit...

Why is it incorrect to say "lay down"?

]]> ~Shaberisu http://Shaberisu.deviantart.com/journal/22263415/ http://Shaberisu.deviantart.com/journal/22263415/ Mon, 29 Dec 2008 15:19:13 PST
I think the first one I remember I was going out somewhere wearing a hoodie and a skirt. It's weird, because I never wear skirts, and this skirt I happened to have on was about as short as they come, and I certainly not something I'd be caught dead in. However, the hoodie was a red University of Houston hoodie that my boyfriend gave me just last night as a Christmas gift, so even though I was walking around feeling cold and uncomfortable in that little skirt, at the same time there I felt a strange sense of comfort. So, I ran around school with my hoodie on and eventually forgot that I was without pants, and instead was focused on the last day of school and helping out with some vague activities and whatnot the teachers assigned me to help with.

Now I'm not sure where I transitioned to the next dream, but I was riding in the car on the way to a relative's house, but instead the road looked a lot like a Mario Kart track, and we were flying off ramps and avoiding obstacles and senselessly killing other drivers like crazy. And then in that dream, I began to think of the webcomic Misfile, and then I dozed off to a dream within a dream and had a strange dream of what Ash's life was like before he was accidentally changed into a female, and needless to say it was quite weird, nothing like the actual comic.

Then I woke up to my previous dream, except I was no longer in the car but in a room with a single hole in the ceiling. Blocking the hole was a giant anus, and then I realized I was not at my aunt's house but trapped somewhere else, and then the giant anus started crapping yellow paste, and I ran around in circles frantically trying to get out. I certainly didn't want to have my new hoodie covered in filth.

Then I woke up, and my feet were freezing cold because my socks were mysteriously absent. That was certainly some of the weirdest, most murderous, most disgusting dreams I've had in a long time.

But at least I didn't get shot or horribly maimed or stripped of my clothing. All in all, I give this dream a 2.5 out of 5.

Love you, . Thanks again for the hoodie~

]]> ~Shaberisu http://Shaberisu.deviantart.com/journal/22139616/ http://Shaberisu.deviantart.com/journal/22139616/ Tue, 23 Dec 2008 11:04:23 PST
Critical Reading - 660 - 91%
Math - 630 - 82%
Writing - 630 - 87%
Multiple Choice - 64 (score range: 20-80)
Essay - 8 (score range: 2-12)

I will admit, I was hoping for a little better, but I still kicked this test's ass. If I wasn't cramping like hell today, I'd take a victory lap around the block or something.

Oh, and tomorrow's Christmas Eve, and today I'm making eggnog!

]]> ~Shaberisu http://Shaberisu.deviantart.com/journal/21306650/ http://Shaberisu.deviantart.com/journal/21306650/ Mon, 03 Nov 2008 18:55:07 PST
It's a tranquil scene. The sky is blue, the grass is green, and I'm apparently outside in my driveway, standing alongside Gene and other close friends. There doesn't seem to be much going on, just the essence of tranquility and the wind rushing through my hair.

And then there was a loud whistling, piercing the chorus of morning birds, and my attention is called to the sky, now illuminated in a toxic yellow. A tiny black speck, far far away, is descending upon us. And as the unknown object came down, my heart sank, and I was seized by the unshakable sense of fear. There was a flash!

CRASH!... Silence.

No sound would permeate through the air as we watched it, our peace interrupted by the cold hand of imminent death. Toxic winds came at us head on, and still I stood. I looked at Gene, who still stood, but only due to the fact that his body was badly burned in the chemical storm and his feet somewhat welded to the concrete. I watched everyone around me become horribly disfigured, and I myself found my flesh burning off and being carried away in the corrosive current. Gene, at this point, was no better than I was, and at that point I was certain everyone around me was dead. Everyone I had ever loved, nothing more than hollowed racks of corroded flesh shabbily canvasing exposed frames of bone.

Then the nuclear wind had died away. I took this opportunity to observe my surroundings. My eyes, at this point, had melted out of their sockets, but I was still able to bear witness to the unspeakable horrors before me. Deep despair, late in its arrival, suddenly struck me like lightning, and every tear I shed would boil off whatever remained of my face. Everyone was gone. They were the lucky ones, and here I stood, disfigured and alone. The entire ordeal, despite my horrible mutilation, had left me physically unable to feel pain, and yet I was in horrible agony. Home would be a comfort, but all that remained of home was a hollow brick structure, nearly reduced completely to ruin.

I had nothing.

]]> ~Shaberisu http://Shaberisu.deviantart.com/journal/20587784/ http://Shaberisu.deviantart.com/journal/20587784/ Sat, 20 Sep 2008 15:44:30 PDT
Let us begin, perhaps the Friday before Ike, 6:00 pm. That's when the power went out, and we were only getting a breeze. I remember hearing exaggerated forecasts of Ike's impact, and believing them, I was quite frightened. I decided not to run outside in a bathing suit during the storm as I had originally planned.

The family was outside. The seven of us, our two dogs, the stray that always hangs around outside our house, and our two neighbors. First time in many years we saw the entire family out in the driveway on lawn chairs just relaxing and feeling the breeze. There was nothing much else to do after we moved the perishables to the ice cooler (well, most of them, as I would later find). We just sat there and listened to the radio, and in the meantime I stared up at the eerily calm sky, even taking a couple of pictures of the clouds as they drifted by on gradients of red and orange, lined by the silhouettes of the gently thrashing trees.

Night fell, and the house was either boarded up or taped up. We had three mattresses laid out on the floor of the living room, for my 4 siblings and me to sleep. Our parents would not have us in separate rooms with only tape on our windows. I remember I did not sleep very well last night, as I would either be constantly awakened by the hot sweats or the noise of my sisters clamoring around the radio. My brothers were still fast asleep. They had the right idea. I woke up in the middle of the night, just in time to hear the music of Ike's destructive winds crashing down on us outside. Oddly soothing, but it was all ruined by the radio and the chatter going on. All I saw of it, though, were the silhouettes of violently thrashing trees and shrubbery. Oddly enough, the power came on for 30 seconds by some mysterious force, and we all ran to some sort of electronic device, only to be deceived and set back to bed.

Morning came, and I awakened at the cold, wet feel of my dog's tongue as she licked my hand. Startled, having just come out of a nightmare, I quickly withdrew my hand. I was one of the last awake, despite the fact I slept more than my sisters and parents. My first thought was to have some of the fried rice my dad brought from work the previous day. There was nothing I could've used to heat it up, and I regret not waiting for my parents to borrow the propane stove. I scooped the now mushy and cold takeout onto my plate, and halfway through the meal did I realize that my meal had spoiled without proper storage. Still, I hungrily finished, figuring that I could at least serve as a guinea pig for anyone else who would eat the rice. If I succumbed to food poisoning, at least I would do so with purpose. However, food poisoning never got to me, despite the bad food. I'm thankful, since we had no running water to operate the toilets with.

The damage outside wasn't as bad as I expected. I saw a completely demolished fence, some roof shingles torn off and scattered on our lawn, and much more debris and downed trees. My cousin, though, had her car flip over because she made a bad choice in parking it. My dad, on the other hand, went ahead and parked his pickup truck out in front of my bedroom window behind the bushes. Of course, he didn't foresee the possibility that the truck would sink into the mud and get stuck. That's exactly what happened. My sister's boyfriend David, my brother, and my dad spent a good couple of hours in the mud trying to dislodge the truck, and now there's a nice view of the tire marks outside my bedroom. After the guys got cleaned up, David took us for a drive around the local areas, where we got a better look at the damage sustained elsewhere. We saw everything from destroyed windows and trees bent at 90 degree angles to walls torn off of houses and destroyed traffic lights. There was even a portable blown out from in front of Olle Middle School right onto Bissonnet.

I entertained myself for the duration of the time with my old Gameboy Advance. My brother had recently acquired a good bunch of old games from a friend of his, and I was overjoyed to see Legend of Zelda: Oracle of Ages and Seasons in the mix. Seasons had a saving problem, so I entertained myself with Ages instead. As a Zelda fan, it was my obligation to see both game to the end. Whenever I wished we had electricity, whenever I groaned about the prospect of missing Code Geass, whenever I longed to see my friends again, I just turned the game on. It made my time without power somewhat insignificant. Another pastime of mine, whenever I needed to rest my eyes from playing Gameboy, was just sitting outside and staring up at the sky. There's something about watching clouds... ]]> ~Shaberisu http://Shaberisu.deviantart.com/journal/18611080/ http://Shaberisu.deviantart.com/journal/18611080/ Sun, 01 Jun 2008 13:38:16 PDT
It's the last day of school, but I'm staying after to discuss grades with my math teacher. Suddenly, we wander into a corner of the school I've never seen before. Apparently, there's a bath tub in a small room, but the walls are glass and very clearly transparent. I have no idea what the hell is going on, but suddenly the teacher is wearing nothing but the bottom part of a bathing suit. She sits in the tub, and she says that if I want to ensure that I pass my class, I'd better start bathing her.

For some reason, I realize I'm not wearing anything, and as I start the bath, I see students passing by. I try to cover myself up, but they don't seem to be staring in my general direction, but I'm still terrified. Suddenly, I run off, and when I get outside the first thing I think about is looking for my clothes. Out in the practice field, though, there are people digging. I then remember that they're looking for dead bodies.

Then, I woke up.

Seriously, that's all I remember.

I think I need to see a shrink. Something unresolved in my life is turning my dreams into screams.

]]> ~Shaberisu http://Shaberisu.deviantart.com/journal/18559204/ http://Shaberisu.deviantart.com/journal/18559204/ Thu, 29 May 2008 12:11:15 PDT
Disregard that, I've still got my senior year to go, and then college.

THUD!

]]> ~Shaberisu http://Shaberisu.deviantart.com/journal/18155177/ http://Shaberisu.deviantart.com/journal/18155177/ Sat, 03 May 2008 20:32:49 PDT
Bring 'em on, bitches! I'm not afraid!

On second thought, I'm really hating the thought of all those timed essays. The essay writer in me, I suspect, died in an unfortunate incident involving a lighter and a brain-fart last winter, because I just haven't been the same since then. I should probably focus on getting my shit back together before Monday, or else I'm boned.

I've also gotta get my newspaper articles ready, because I just know my advisor and fellow staff are pretty annoyed with my tendency to lag on getting shit done.

]]> ~Shaberisu http://Shaberisu.deviantart.com/journal/18073720/ http://Shaberisu.deviantart.com/journal/18073720/ Mon, 28 Apr 2008 16:14:29 PDT

Rules:
1. You have got to type the rules.
2. If you are tagged, you have to type 8 things about you.
3. You need to type all this in the journal.
4. When done, tag 8 more people
5. If they don't know that you tagged them, go to their profile and tell them

1. Junior in High School
2. Aspiring Flash Animator
3. I used to think I was a puppy when I was little
4. I'm Hispanic, look like a white girl, born and raised in Houston, yet slowly getting into the habit of speaking with a British accent.
5. I like yaoi AND yuri, but heterosexual hentai is gross
6. My dad made me watch 2girls1cup with him
7. Bisexual
8. I fear the vacuum cleaner and the possibility of the toilet overflowing.

]]> ~Shaberisu http://Shaberisu.deviantart.com/journal/17733308/ http://Shaberisu.deviantart.com/journal/17733308/ Mon, 07 Apr 2008 14:43:17 PDT
Anyway, it's a 60 in AP US History, written right there on my report card. Thus, I am ineligible in the most crucial three weeks of this entire semester, all because of that one contemptible class. I can't do UIL for band this year, in my first year of being in the top group, even after all that face-killing practice I've put in. All for shit.

But, what hurts me most is not being able to advance to the UIL academic regionals. I was at district a little over a week ago. What do I have to show for it?

Two. Gold. Medals.

Yes, I aced the journalism events of News Writing and Headline Writing. Never have I seen so many people all so proud of me. They are counting on me to lead the way into regionals... But it's not legal to take a shameful ineligible like me along. That's right, most of them don't even know I failed. But who do I tell? However this scenario ends, I lose!

I could just go ahead over there and not tell anybody about my grades... But what if I earn yet more commendation? Oh, it'll be on the announcements, and the people aware of my failing will cry foul when they find that my ineligible ass went ahead to regionals. At this point, I cannot afford such a tarnishing on my name.

What if I just tell the truth, and let everyone down? Yep, the newspaper staff will be so disappointed in me, and just when I was beginning to justify my place as a reporter. My parents won't be happy about it either. I'll be lucky if they don't toss my carcass into the lions' den. Thing is, I let them down, and I'm too ashamed to admit it to the people it concerns the most.

I need a hug! A bullet to the head is fine too.

]]> ~Shaberisu http://Shaberisu.deviantart.com/journal/17396396/ http://Shaberisu.deviantart.com/journal/17396396/ Tue, 18 Mar 2008 14:28:38 PDT
Only one dream I seem to recall from last night, and I'm not sure if it was two dreams or just one really long dream. It starts with me at a social gathering, probably band-related. My boyfriend and I are discussing Super Smash Bros. Brawl, as we always do. Just as my dad pulls in to pick me up, I agree to copy some pages out of the strategy guide, for the next time we meet. That same day, my dad requests I print something out for him and his coworkers, but my memory fails to recall what exactly it was.

I then go to the computer. I remember that we are still out of ink cartridges, but then I remember what my sister told me on Monday, about how she got her laptop to utilize dad's printer via some wireless connection. I sit at this computer as I prepare my printouts. I have to remember that I must print 10 copies of everything I'm doing, but not mix the Brawl stuff with dad's stuff. Of course, I forget to do just that, and end up printing 10 copies of them together, wasting about a small textbook's worth of pages.

This is where the dream takes a weird turn. My computer turns out to be a small TV, for some reason, and I then realize that my house is a straw hut, held up over a clear body of water with a wooden structure underneath. Weird. I find a hidden button on my little TV, and if I press it and say a word, it'll change over to a channel where someone is saying that exact same word. I play with this for a little while, but then the floor collapses. I fall in the water with the little TV, which still seems to be functional underwater.

I swim around, looking for a way to get up. As I swim around in this astonishingly clean water, I begin to notice that this place looks familiar, like something out of a video game. I go to my little magic TV, and for some reason, I say 'Triforce'. Instead of changing channels, the TV pulls me to a rock underwater with a Triforce on it. I stand on this rock and suddenly find that I've teleported to a new place.

It's a really futuristic-looking shopping mall. I take a few steps, and then get a good look at myself. Apparently, all my clothes didn't teleport with me, so here I was in this public place, completely nude. I make a slight panic, but for some reason I feel as though I was used to this happening to me. I had even recalled other dreams where I was unclothed in public, which in the realm of dreams would all be reality. I quickly tried to slink my way past the other patrons, which all looked to be people I knew or had seen somewhere before. I finally arrived at the bathroom, my final destination.

I stood in the bathroom, which for some reason had both girls and boys. I stood against a corner, waiting for an open stall. I needed a plan of escape, or at least to find some clothes. I didn't see any clothes stores, but they probably wouldn't let me in anyway. Then it hit me. I remembered playing Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess. I remembered that on the Gamecube, you press the Z button to turn into a wolf. A wolf isn't something that should cower away from its own nudity. They're all covered in hair! I figured it was worth a shot, so I felt around on my head, looking for a Z button. I felt something! So I pressed it.

I didn't feel much difference. I was still standing on two legs. I kept searching for the Z button, but all I felt on my head were no buttons, just hair. I noticed something peculiar, two clumps of hair that felt like fuzzy little ears. I figured my hair was just messy. The restroom at this point was empty. I walked up to a mirror. I didn't turn into a wolf, but I wasn't human either. I guess I was somewhere in between. The transformation was all wrong, and I looked worse than before. The places I did have hair on did nothing to conceal my indecency. Frustrated, I headed out of the restroom to meet up with a guy who was halfway into turning into a duck. We stared at each other for quite a while, and then I awoke. Someone had sent me a text message, at 7 in the morning. I would have a hard time going back to sleep after that, and I lay there in an uncomfortable state of half-sleep until about noon. The wind was howling quite loudly outside.

]]> ~Shaberisu