Vanessa

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I am African American. I attend UMASS Amherst. I'm about 5 feet. I have jet black hair and brown eyes. I love life and want to enjoy every minute of it. My family and friends have gotten me through and without them, it would be difficult. But it is the Lord who has given me this wonderful life and I thank Him everyday for that. He has allowed me to do so much and I am so greatful! I am a fun person and love to hang out. I enjoy parties, clubs, gatherings, movie nights, but I also enjoy school, studying and education. I think life is special and I love mine. I have three sisters and one brother. I am in the middle. I must say it is my sister Latoya who helped mold me into a better person. Big ups Toya!
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey
Name: Vanessa
Birthday: September 23, 1988
Birthplace: Stoughton Ma
Current Location: Brockton
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Height: 5'0
Right Handed or Left Handed: Right
Your Heritage: African American
The Shoes You Wore Today: Slippers
Your Weakness: My desires
Your Fears: Not reaching Heaven
Your Perfect Pizza: Cheese
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: Graduate from high school with all A's
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: Loser!
Thoughts First Waking Up: Thank You Lord!
Your Best Physical Feature: Idk!
Your Bedtime: whenever I fall asleep
Your Most Missed Memory: last year (Big Ups 05)
Pepsi or Coke: both
MacDonalds or Burger King: BK
Single or Group Dates: both
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: neither
Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate
Cappuccino or Coffee: neither
Do you Smoke: no
Do you Swear: no
Do you Sing: yes
Do you Shower Daily: yes
Have you Been in Love: no
Do you want to go to College: yes
Do you want to get Married: yes
Do you belive in yourself: yes
Do you get Motion Sickness: no
Do you think you are Attractive: yes
Are you a Health Freak: no
Do you get along with your Parents: yes
Do you like Thunderstorms: yes
Do you play an Instrument: no
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: only 5%
In the past month have you Smoked: no
In the past month have you been on Drugs: no
In the past month have you gone on a Date: no
In the past month have you gone to a Mall: yes
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: no
In the past month have you eaten Sushi: no
In the past month have you been on Stage: no
In the past month have you been Dumped: no
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: no
In the past month have you Stolen Anything: no
Ever been Drunk: no
Ever been called a Tease: yes
Ever been Beaten up: no
Ever Shoplifted: no
How do you want to Die: Old age with my family and freinds near me
What do you want to be when you Grow Up: A veterinarian
What country would you most like to Visit: Anywhere in Africa
In a Boy/Girl..
Favourite Eye Color: brown
Favourite Hair Color: black
Short or Long Hair: short
Height: anything taller than me
Weight: anything (not too skinny though)
Best Clothing Style: jeans and a wife beater
Number of Drugs I have taken: none
Number of CDs I own: lots
Number of Piercings: just ears
Number of Tattoos: not too many
Number of things in my Past I Regret%3A not too many
CREATE YOUR OWN! - or - GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!This is a beautiful essay!Brian's Essay: The Room... In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked" I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at." Some were almost hilarious in their exa! ctness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched", I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it.. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me.. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say ! a word. He just cried with me.Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door.. There were still cards to be written.
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