I get the most interesting messages on MySpace... I find it to be very entertaining. I can always count on a good laugh every time I go to check my MySpace inbox.

I'd like to first share with you the funniest, most hilarious message I have ever received in my entire online life. Pure Comedy.

So anyways, I go to check my messages one day, and I get this:



Needless to say, my brother, my father, and I were literally on the floor laughing.

So it gets better. One night I came home from a friend's house still a bit tipsy. I log on to MySpace, and decide I'm gonna reply just for kix. L.O.L. Please don't ask me where this came from, and remember I was a bit drunk. ROFL:



lol I don't know what language dude speaks, but I attempted to speak to him in this language... and well it looks like I wrote in a way that he was able to clearly understand, because dude actually writes back. Again, on the floor laughing - the whole family - until our stomachs ached.



Just thought I'd share.

So on the flip side, there are also the MySpace freaks & weirdos. This would make up the majority of interesting mail that I get.

Here's a common one:



Okay. Dude. What part of "I don't have any interest in meeting your creepy ass" DO. YOU. NOT. GET.? And yeah the whole I don't meet people off MySpace thing is complete BS, I meet people off MySpace all the time - just not freaks & weirdos lol.

This was initially a response to redlygal, but I thought it'd make a good post... looks like we've got a "Photoshop" theme going for my journal these days lol... I like it though... I've never had a theme other than talking about my life... this may be more interesting, and stir up discussions for sure. Love it. Strongly encourage you to watch these videos, especially the chicks. I've learned a lot in the little modeling I've stepped into.

The original video I saw months back:


And then I found THIS like 10 minutes ago while trying to locate the previous video - never underestimate the power of Photoshop... I never will after watching this...


As for my life... nothing interesting... just been sick and sleeping more than usual.

Tummy Tuck: $8,500.00
Liposuction: $5,500.00
Breast Augmentation: $8,000.00
Eyebrow Lift: $3,000.00
Professional Makeup Artist: $100.00
Hair Extentions: $1,400.00
Adobe Photoshop CS3: Priceless.

Before Photoshop:


After Photoshop:


[Yeah, I know it's weird for a come-back entry... but go with it people... just think about it next time you lust after that chick on the cover of Cosmopolitan: She dosen't really look like that.]

Love is a movement.
Love is a revolution.

Fell into a dream again, wish the dream would never ever end
Met an angel with eyes the deepest blue I've ever seen
Just wish it wasn't a dream

She took me away and we flew across the skies
This angel looked familiar, and then I opened up my eyes to see
It was just a dream

Two days later I saw you, remembered my dream, can this be true?
You're the angel with eyes the deepest blue I've ever seen
This time it wasn't a dream

A few days later I looked into, the lovely eyes of you
I told you about my dream, and then your eyes began to gleam

We took hand in hand, and we walked across time
And every day I thank God for making you mine
We took hand in hand, and we walked across time
And every day I thank God for making you mine

Thank you for being you

[LaRue]

This particular journal is a little over a year old (allthough I have other journals that go back as far as 2001), so it's pretty interesting to go back and see what was going on in my life this day last year. I could have done that with the other journals, but this is the only journal I have kept friends only - all of the rest I have made completely private. So yeah... I went back a year ago today...

A year ago today in my journal...

Crazy, I still vivdly remember that dream. Looking back on it, it is pretty symbolic. Wow, I was making $17/hr... and now I make $10, that's a little more than half. How sad. Oh well, it is all part of God's plan. I was miserable at the hospital.

Speaking of miserable jobs, I worked at a different branch of my bank today (helping out, all the Santa Maria branches alternate and share Saturdays, only 1 SM branch is open Saturday). Well... today was my Saturday to work, and my first. It was absolutely miserable. The staff and management there are horrible, and everything is so disorganized. I felt like I was at an entirely different bank. I had a panic attack, because the line was out the door and my computer started freaking out and I didnt know how to fix it and nobody would help me - not even the supervisor. The just kept yelling at me from across the room to "restart", but the computer wouldn't let me restart. It was horrible. As the other tellers were hassling me to hurry up so that I could help the people in line, I panicked and put my head on the counter and just cried for a good 10 minutes - until finally one of the girls who also didnt work at that branch came over to help me. My co-workers from my branch told me it was going to be hell, but I didn't think it would be this bad.

It's okay, I learned a valuable lesson from this:
I love my co-workers. I love my branch, and I love my supervisors: the are so helpful and understanding and wonderful. I have never worked in such a positive environment with such positive people. Everyone is so sweet and helpful - and everyone leaves their bitterness and problems at home. I love my staff, and will never ever take that for granted after today! I swear I just want to go in on Monday morning and give everyone a hig and tell them how much I love them haha.

I'm glad I keep a journal. I have a psych appointment in an hour, and usually when I have psych appointments I am just not in an expressive mood or whatever. I usually can't think of anything to say unless I am caught at a time where I have like a knife to myself or something. I'm thinking of just bringing my laptop and reading things off my journal, because here I have all my emotions captured when they are happening - kind of like a photograph of my mind.

Oh, I kinda got "adopted" into a second job - so that is exciting... at the sports arena where I skate. I hang out there so much, and they need a new person and I was there so I applied and they said im pretty much in. I know I am in, I know the owners of the arena well and all their kids. So yeah, it will be pretty fly to get paid to skate. I will be a skate guard, just basically picking little kids off of the floor when they fall and asking them if they are okay haha. Yeah, this will be my "fun job". Haha so now I can say I work 2 jobs and go to school, that makes me sound ambitious dosen't it. Too bad I'm not.

I'm really excited about tomorrow, I'm doing more pictures with Mark! I have a feeling these are going to be amazing, now that I know what its like to model... I'm not so nervous about the whole thing like I was my first time. Mark has some really good ideas too, so I am really excited. Yeah.

Oh, and Kaleo is a fucktard. He won't even acknowledge me. I left him a simple comment on his myspace saying hi, and he never acknowledged me. It's cool though, he replies to everyone else that leaves him comments. Seriously, if anyone can tell me why he won't reply to my gay comment and he replies to everyone elses' I'd love to know the damn answer.

Meet me there
In the blue
Where words are not
And feeling remains


This journal is locked.

...But! It should be completely public in a few days... getting ready for publishing and i'm so excited!!...

ive got to find peace of mind he says its impossible but i know its possible he says theres no me without him please help me forget about him he takes all my energy trapped in my memory constantly holding me i need to tell you all the pain he's caused i need to tell you im undone because he says its impossible but i know its possible he says its impossible without him but i know its possible to finally be in love and know the real meaning of a lasting relationship not based on ownership i trust every part of you because all that you say you do you love me despite myself sometimes i fight myself i just cant believe that you would have anything to do with someone so insecure someone so immature oh you inspire me to be the higher me you make my desire pure you make my desire pure just tell me what to say i cant find the words to say please dont be mad with me i have no identity all that ive known is gone all i was building on i want to walk with you how do i talk to you touch my mouth with your hands touch my mouth with your hands oh i want to understand the meaning of your embrace i know now i have to face the temptations of my past please dont let me disgrace will my devotion last now that i know the truth now that theres no excuse keeping me from your love what was i thinking of holding me from your love what was i thinking of you are my peace of mind that old me is left behind he says its impossible but i know its possible he says its not probable but i know its tangible he says its not grabable but i know its haveable because anythings possible oh anything is possible please come free my mind please come be my mind can you see my mind wont you come free my mind oh i know its possible anything anything anything anything anything anything is possible please come free my mind you are my peace of mind what a joy it is to be alive to get another chance every day is another chance to get it right this time every day is another chance oh what a merciful God oh what a wonderful wonderful God.

merciful, wonderful God.