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Well if you don't know anything about my life, you're in for a real big surprise.
The rumors some of you have heard about me are all wrong, this should set it straight.

��� I'm going to start off with the traditional crap that all biographies start off with.� I was born on June 1st, 1982 in Santa Maria, California. � I moved around a lot my whole life, and never really stayed in one house for longer than a year.� We kept moving farther South every year, and eventually ended up in San Diego.� Keep in mind that all my ages and dates in this biography are probably going to be wrong because I don't remember it too well.� So, when I was about 9 I got into acting when a friend suggested it, and I began plays in CYT (Christian Youth Theater). � I liked it a lot (at the time) and progressed a lot.� So much so, that I had agents calling me for professional jobs in L.A. for commercials.� I did two infomercials, and 3 lyric language videos.� I also did a lot of modeling for magazines, and this was very profitable.� By the time I was about 13 I lost all my jobs for modeling and TV because I was in a dormant age group where there were no jobs available for me.� So I was back to a normal kid's life.� I started going to L. R. Green where all the guys hated me because all the girls loved me for being in movies and knowing a lot of movie stars.� I eventually stopped going to L. R. Green and went to Grace Lutheran, a Christian school.� This school sucked to say the least, all the teachers sucked too.� The only advantage of going there was I met a lot of good friends there...like Brian Fonseca and Greg Best.� Anyway, I graduated from there in 1997 (I think) and continued on to Charter High School in Escondido.� The first half year was great with no problems.� I was very popular, and all the girls liked me. � (I'm not bragging)� Around April 1998, I felt a weird lump on my body.� I asked my dad about it, but he said that it was probably nothing and I should just forget about it.� So I did.� May rolled around and the lump got bigger, so I asked my mom about it, and she took me in to see the doctor.� The doctor too also told me it was nothing, so I believed him.� By late May early June, I was getting scared so I saw a different doctor.� I went in and he said that there was a chance it was a tumor, so they took some blood samples to check.� They took my blood and found that my HCG level was way high off the chart.� This meant that I either had cancer, or I was having a baby.� We ruled out the baby...� There was also the possibility if I was smoking marijuana...this was probably the only time my mom wished I had taken drugs. � So we finally realized that I did in fact have cancer.� You can imagine how incredibly scared I was, the doctor told me I had two months to live.� I prayed to God for hours for him to help me, but the tumor remained and no miracle happened, which I was hoping for.� I even met with a man that had healed men in the past with God's power and he prayed with me, he told me that God was going to do a miraculous event in my life...no miracle happened.� After all this we finally came to the day, where I had to go through surgery to have the tumor removed.� I was completely at peace, something God had definitely given me.� I went into the hospital with my head held high, and I actually even laughed when they put in the IV.� (I was high off their drugs I think)� Anyway, I finally went into the surgery room and there were like 10 doctors in there.� They were talking about how I was falling asleep, but I wasn't. � They said he should be asleep in five seconds, but I was wide awake.� Five seconds later, I blacked out and fell asleep.� That was so incredibly weird.� I woke what seamed like two seconds later in the recovery room, and had like ten people around me.� I didn't recognize them at first, but after my head cleared I realized it was my family.� Anyway,I had been taking medicine before the surgery to make me heal faster, and it sure did work.� The doctor told me that I wouldn't be able to walk for at least a week, and I was walking in two days.� I also had a thing called "Magic Water".� It could heal up any cut instantly.� This stuff was very weird, but very real.� If I ever scraped myself, this stuff would heal it up in ten seconds, I loved it.� I drank a lot of it too, which made my body stronger. � Well, days went by and I was going to be tested again to see if the cancer had been taken out along with the tumor.� We got the blood test results back and they had actually multiplied, meaning that the cancer had spread to my lymph nodes (most likely). � So this meant I had to get a cat scan, one of the worst days of my life.� I had to drink 2 and a half quarts of radioactive liquid that was artificially flavored to try to make it taste like an orange shake.� I almost threw up, just like everyone else who was drinking it, but I kept it down.� I get sick just thinking about it. � I went in for the cat scan and the cat scan was all clear meaning that the cancer wasn't very big.� But I still did have to go in for chemotherapy.� The first day of chemo was fine, I watched TV for 5 hours and got pumped up with a bunch of poison. � (Which is what chemotherapy is - chemical therapy)�� I didn't get sick this day or the next.� But on Wednesday, I felt a little woozy.� From what I can recall I didn't get really sick until Thursday, and Friday was terrible.� I was so dehydrated that they wouldn't even let me go home.� I had to stay there and get fluids injected into me so I wouldn't die.� I eventually was able to come home, and had a two week break period.� I had to get a 5 second injection in that two week period that didn't really effect me.� The next chemo week was a bit worse, I started to get sick on Tuesday this time, and was totally sick by Wednesday.� I was so bad again that I had to stay in the hospital to get fluids again so I wouldn't die.� This time I had to stay a day later.� I then got my two week break and had another 5 second injection.� The third chemo was by far the worst.� I got sick and started throwing up one hour after I began chemo.� And I was so dehydrated by Friday they had to keep me in the hospital until Sunday morning.� They even had me take marijuana pills which were very cool.� I got a few weird hallucinations, but I felt mostly dizzy when I was high off the stuff.�� I talked with my doctor Sunday morning and convinced him that I could go home because I felt good, but I didn't feel good, I just wanted to go home.� So as soon as I got home, I immediately got dehydrated again, and my mom had to rush me to the hospital where I had to spend another five days trying to get back to normal.� I had thrown up so much that my throw was very soar.� I couldn't even swallow food or drink because it was so bad, and I was very hungry.� As the last day ended I was so happy you wouldn't believe to know that the cancer was in fact gone.� And the way my diet is right now it better not come back.� By the way, don't tell anyone, but I still have 5 marijuana pills left in my medicine cabinet. � What should I do with them...?� Well, now that I'm though all of this, I'm now working at Vons, and have gotten a lot closer with God.� I didn't used to be that strong of a Christian.� The only bad thing I can think of right now is that I'm way far behind in my school work, so that sucks.� But I'm slowly but surely catching up