: About Me

I am 25 years old and I work for a major oil company in downtown Houston. I am a back office administrative assistant doing invoices, faxes, filing, bookkeeping, logging, safesite, and a lot more.

I am attending the University of Phoenix and currently obtain a 4.0 G.P.A. I am graduating in the beginning of 2010 and expect to graduate with my 4.0. I am obsessive about my grade because it shows how hard I work and the limitless things I am capable of.

I like to write, of course, all types of genres including poetry, mystery, love, suspense, and horror. I have a knack for scarring people with my stories. I can write them down but voicing them is a little different. The movies is one of my favorite places to go on a Friday or Saturday night. I also like to look at TV, not too much though. I have certain times I watch television because I only watch for one purpose, my shows. I love Charmed, Supernatural, Smallville, America's Next Top Model, Buffy, Angel, etc.

I know how to fix computers but I am not a computer person. I do not chat a lot and I do not talk on the phone long. It is boring to me. I like face to face interaction.

My passion is ...

family and making money to support them

I know too much about ...

TV shows

My parents always told me ...

respect my body as a temple from God

My childhood ambition ...

was to become a lawyer

My favorite memory ...

when I went to Spain my senior year in high school

Why I write ...

to express what I can't say out loud.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

God Still Don't Like Ugly/TV shows/Dreamgirls soundtrack

My first job ...

Marathon Oil Company as a human resources assistant

My best moment ...

when I graduated

My inspiration ...

myself

Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: When adult siblings are estranged

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My brother and I have never had a good relationship. He is 11 months older than me but it feels like an eternity. He was abusive when we were younger but then he stopped. I forgave him for what he did to me but I still have nightmares. I use to dream that he was coming after me and my mom was standing right there. "What are you doing? Why are you looking at me like that? Don't, come on, don't, please, no more" That was all I kept saying and my mother was crying in a chair at the kitchen table. He would run over and start beating me again and again like he use to and I would wake up in a co...

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