READ ME: Hey folks, Maggie here, I'm trying to update again.

here's a pretty awesome quote:'I suppose that's love. It's like a drug: It's pointless and foolish, but at the same time it feels so damn good that you can't deny it. There are people that it brings you closer to and those that it pushes away. And you can't really choose where it takes you or where you get it from, it just happens. It probably costs you brain cells too.'- from daREALshikamaru in their 100 lemon challenge

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Hm.. a Bio maybe?

NAME: I use to not give it away on here. Honestly, who cares? It's Maggie. I've so so so many nicknames... I suppose I'll name those off as well.

NICKNAMES: Magness, Mag-a-moo-moo, Maggie May, Magarita, Mag-a-roo, Magpie, Magerella, Magnolia, Maddie, Soxy, Vampiress, Babe, Hun, Chickee, Chicky-doodle, Chickadee, Love, Sunako, Chili Pepper, 'Aggie, Art Slut, Mag, and there's more, but it'd just take up too much space.

AGE: I'm seventeen as of may 2011.

SEX: I am female. And I'm ... something... my sexuality is under speculation right now.

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APPEARANCE: Flat, dark red hair a past my waist.I donate every two years.) Very, very pale with some freckles on my nose and cheeks. Overweight. Big boobs. 5'5. Green eyes. I don't have braces anymore so I have straight, white teeth. Also I have a small scar under my left eye.

WHERE I LIVE: Where I live could either be described as a paradise or living hell. The heat is so intense in the summer that if you don't have air conditioning in your house you'll smother while you sleep. But Autumn is always just cool enough and winter occasionally brings some snow.

WHAT I'M LIKE: Well, at my new school I'm known as that chick with the cool shirts. Moving from a christian school to a science and art magnet school has been a big change... for the better. I'm a lot more out-going now and I have people who attack me in love the day after I'm sick. I'm in the 'Made in Japan' club which is basically an anime club of which I share the title 'creative and artistic director'. Most of my friends are in it and we have cosplay days, DDR tournaments, and other random stuff... Like we're trying to get the school to let us build a zen garden right now. Also when you're helping out create and direct stuff, you can wear a kimono. I'm also in art club. I love it. I just can't describe how happy I am going to this school. Mom doesn't have to pay $6,000 a year so that's a big load off for her, I finally get to do art that I like and won't be judged as 'scandalous', I get random hugs in the hallway from people that I hardly know, I'm able to take so many more classes- and they're one's I'm interested in, even if people think I'm a lesbian I won't get called to the counselor's office and get interrogated for it because of some stupid rumor, I can wear whatever I want basically and apparently a few people like my style.

PAST: Hm, how should I sum it up... I have a dead-beat dad. That's a little of it, and I know I'm not the only girl in the world who has one, kay? My mom is amazing. She deserves so much more out of life than what she's got. She raised my older sister when she was 18 and then me 8 years later. She went through a horrible divorce with my dad who was married to her and my step-mom at the same time. When I was seven my dad introduced me to Annemarie and said he was going to marry her. I liked Annemarie so much, she was just so nice to me. Since I was seven and didn't understand anything about marriage or relationships, I said that'd be great. Dad told me to keep it a secret. And I did. I kept this from my mom for a whole year. Then I figured out that this was wrong, a person should only have one love. I remember being in our little kitchen with my mom. We were making pasta. I said I needed to tell her a secret and made her promise not to cry. I said, "Daddy's married." At first she didn't understand, so I tried again. "Daddy's married to another lady." I couldn't look her in the eyes. She hugged me close and I felt the wet on my shoulder from her tears. She said she was sorry for breaking her promise. That night when dad came home I heard the fight. I heard the door break off the hinges and I ran into my closet to hide. The next day my mom told me Dad wasn't going to be living with us anymore. I just nodded. Then she told me that they were getting a divorce. I just said, "Okay." Then I asked her something, "Momma, is it okay if I see Annemarie? She's not a bad person, she didn't know about you and Daddy." My mom was silent for a moment then said yes. She said that she didn't blame Annemarie for anything, that this was all from my dad being a bad man.

This memory is one of the clearest I have from my childhood. I relived this memory in my nightmares for two years, starting my insomnia, while things got progressively worse.

While everything that happened with my parents was going on my sister started to stay out later, smell funny, and get these weird looks on her face. I found out that she was into drugs. She and my mom were always getting in fights, Dusty even punched a hole in the door when my mom used it as a shield. My closet was my place of refuge. I had even moved several blankets and a pillow in there and soon I couldn't even sleep on the bed anymore. Then, my sister told my mom about her friend who needed help and a place to stay. My mom let this girl stay in our house. I stayed in my mom's room then while Heather stayed in my room. Since I was use to sleeping on a hardwood floor the bed wasn't comfortable and my sleeping problems grew. I didn't like to go in my room anymore because it smelled so bad. I noticed my jewelry box (with all my birthday money) had disappeared and several of the trinkets my grandparents had gotten me were gone too. I thought that maybe I had misplaced them and searched everywhere. Then I told my mom one day that they were gone. It turned out that Dusty and Heather had taken all of it, they had stolen money and jewelry from a 9 year old. This is when I started to be quiet. I was always thinking, trying to understand why my sister would do that. I thought she cared about me, and I just couldn't find the reason why she took my stuff. Maybe it was okay to do that? I started to think so, my mom really didn't do much to punish her. One day I went in my sister's room and found her jewelry box under her bed. I found several of my things in there and took them back, including the gold and diamond bracelet my grandparents had gotten me for Christmas. I took them and hid them in my sock drawer. When I tried to take something from her I found that I couldn't. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. So I hid my valuables in different places in my room.

When I had started fifth grade my mom had kicked my sister and her friend out of the house after she found pot in her room. When all of Dusty's stuff was gone we washed the room and tried to move my stuff in her room. But Heather had smoked so much in my room, I had to get rid of a lot of my stuff. My sister ended up moving in an even worse part of town with some guy. I would visit her sometimes. There duplex always smelled like dirty dishes and smoke. I almost always got sick. Then when they broke it off my sister moved back in. I, again, hid all my valuables. I got to keep the bigger room while Dusty stayed in the guest bedroom. My social life at this point was nearly nonexistent. I had one friend at school, Sarah, who was my window into the good life. She lived in the good part of town with her mother and father that gave her everything she asked for. I often wondered why I couldn't have that, then the memory of the night my dad moved out would come back making my heart hurt. I knew that was the sin I was paying the price for. Lying to my mom for a year. I felt that I deserved to die, to burn in the fires of hell. Thoughts of ending my life constantly ran through my mind. I would get to putting the rope around my neck when I would think, "But mom will cry again, and it will be all my fault." So I never went through with it.

Not too long after my sister moved in she started going out with this guy. She had, miraculously, graduated high school and was talking to my grandparents about going to college. Many people thought she had changed. I was fooled into believing that my sister was healed from whatever had been wrong with her. I started sixth grade, the last year at my school, and went in happy. Then 3 days after school started, Dusty ran away with her boyfriend. She took all of my grandparents credit cards and everything valuable from my room. My room was trashed. My amateur artwork torn to shreds, my drawers all pulled out and on the floor, and the sliding doors to my closet pulled off. My closet. The place where I slept and kept my diary. My diary was open, several of the pages torn out. This time I wasn't sad. I was angry. I felt I had been punished enough for my sin. I didn't want to be in this world anymore, I wanted it to be over. My mom moved us to the better part of town, right down the street from my only friend. I tried to pretend that I didn't have a sister anymore. But one day when one of my teachers asked about her I spilled it all. I cried and cried 'til there were no more tears. Most of the girls in my class were vicious and mean. They pretended to care, but I knew they were talking behind my back. After that I forced myself to stay quiet. I couldn't be happy, but maybe I could be successful. I ran for treasurer against the most vile girl in my class. Even the other mean girls thought she was the worst, so I won. That same day when I called my mom to tell her I won. My Dad stopped by the school.

I would see him off and on. Annemarie had been the most wonderful step-mother in the world. She had even given me my own room in her house. I was able to design it and she filled it with nice things. She loved me as if I was her own daughter. But the summer before sixth grade she stopped seeing me and talking to me. I thought she had just decided to not like me anymore. The day my dad pulled me out of class I realized how wrong I was. He took me down the street to Starbucks where I saw Annemarie sitting at the table with a big pregnant belly. I thought, "Yay! I get to have a little brother or sister!" I sat down and Annemarie smiled. "You're going to be a big sister," she told me. I smiled happily. Then handed me a coffee and said, "And just so you know in advance, there's two, a boy and a girl."

When I got back to my classroom I couldn't talk. People kept asking me where I'd been. I just sat down and laid my head down. Then guy sitting next to me asked me real quiet. "I'm gonna be a big sister," was all I could say. This guy was the smartest in the class and probably a friend after Sarah. I was so tired of everything I thought I had a crush on him. He was nice, quiet, I didn't really think that to have feelings for someone I couldn't just decide it. One day I asked him about it. He made a face and said no. I just shrugged and said okay. He seemed kind of surprised when I didn't leave. We both just sat on the swings.

A few weeks later my sister came back. She charged over 50,000 dollars to my grandparents credit cards and had done some illegal stuff. She moved back in with me, faking love and pretending to care about us. But over the few months I started to believe her. For my birthday she gave me 150 dollars. Just to be safe I hid it in a flower vase in my room. I went on the sixth grade trip to San Antonio with my class and had a great time. But when I got home all of my birthday money was gone. Not just what she had given me, but everything from my mom, Annemarie, and grandparents too. She had left again.

I had been planning on buying books with the money. My heart was angry and twisted with hate and my head was clouded. My mom took me to Barnes and Noble and dropped me off while she got her oil changed. I went and got the book I wanted and shoved it to the bottom of my purse. I walked out when I saw my mom's car and read the manga when I got home. This was the first crime I committed. I hid the manga in the top of my closet. Just after school ended Annemarie was in the hospital getting a c-section for my first little siblings. Callum and Hannah. Since I didn't stay there all that much she moved all of the things out of my room and put there cribs in there. I slept on couch whenever I would go over.

My friend moved with me to my new school. A Christian school. I thought that since it was a Christian school the people would be nice. Only that wasn't the case. Sarah made some friends which I met through her. We soon all became a tightly knit circle: Me, Sarah, Lacey, Victoria and Erin. I felt so happy about having more than one friend. During my seventh and eighth grade year we were all great to eachother and were always having parties. Holidays though were never good for me. On my eight grade Christmas my dad had taken a lot of Annmarie's money. She was about to called off the marriage but then got a phone call that she was pregnant, again, with twins. I later found out that one of them would be in awful health, something I cursed at God for. But at the beginning of my seventh grade year my Uncle, Michael, had also introduced me to an online game. Me and him were always really close. So we'd get on the game and talk on the phone. We then got a group of people going. I was the only girl in the group. I was on by myself one day so I didn't have anyone to protect me. I got attacked by something that would definitely kill my character. Then this high leveled person came by and saved me. We talked for a year and a half before we gave out our first names and ages. We got email addresses and then numbers. By now he was my crush. And on the night my Aunt Kimmy got married he asked me to marry him. I said yes. At this point we had only seen 1 picture of each other. Then we exchanged facebook pages. He looked just when I had finished uploading the wedding pictures. He told me I was beautiful. The first guy to ever say that. He made me so happy. During my ninth grade year though my friendships started to fade. People started ignoring me to an extent. I knew why too. I was talking about Steve so much. Eventually when I'd start to talk they would just give me a harsh glare. Not all of them, Lacey and Erin wouldn't, but the rest would. So I just stopped talking about my life. I listened to everyone else as usual but totally cut off my life information. I stopped getting invited to stuff, and all I had at home was a pregnant sister that always took my stuff and her boyfriend, and my mom who was always exhausted.

I talked to Steve every night. He was always the highlight of my day, but not having him there was torture to me. My mom was the only one who knew about us. the rest of my family would freak out if they thought we had met over the internet and got engaged. I cried a lot during my ninth grade year. Whether it was someone stealing something, missing Steve, or missing my friendships, any of them could make me burst out in tears. None of the people at school knew that my sister was pregnant 'til I said it in a passing thing. Aubrey was born in March. I suddenly had a baby on my hands. My mother and I took care of her since Dusty only used her to get free money from people. At the end of my ninth grade year my birthday was spent watching a movie at home by myself. Mom didn't have much money because of the baby, so most of the stuff I got was from my grandparents. At this point I probably wouldn't have wanted to live if I didn't have Steve. He was going to be at my house in the middle of June. The thought of seeing him kept me happy and sane. My best friend, Lacey, came with me to pick him up from the airport. That day I was spazzing and having to do lots of stuff to keep myself busy. Then Steve walked out of the plane. When I saw him I thought I would faint. He had this smile and a look I'll never forget. He gave me a big bear hug. We got his luggage and rode home. Me, him, and Lacey hung out 'til she had to leave. Then he and I went to my room to play video games. We played for a bit and had the same amount of wins. We just laid on the floor looking at each other and then he leaned over and kissed me.

When he met Aubrey he thought she was the most perfect baby in the world. This summer she went on a trip with me, Steve, Michael(my uncle who's 6 months older than me), and my mom to Gatlinburg, Tennesee. Everyone thought she was my baby, even if my mom was holding her. Once when I was feeding her near a crowded bench several people got up and told me to sit. I didn't know why they were being so nice to me, but one of the older women asked me, "Is she your first?" I wasn't too terribly surprised since I've been mistaken for Annemarie's sister with the smaller set of twins as my own on more than one occasion. I just told the lady, "Yes." And we got to talking about her and how great of a baby she was. Steve and Michael were playing Guitar Hero in the Arcade, so I pointed to Steve and said he was the daddy. I always wear a ring on my left ring finger, so everyone thought we were married. It also helped that we both look older than we are.

He told me that if something happened to Dusty and her boyfriend, he'd be here to help me raise Aubrey since I'm the godmother. He knew that mom and I were practically raising her but I understood. He'd take the father role for her. When he went back home it killed me. But he came home in the Christmas of 2009 and has been here since. Through much more drama he is now moving into an apartment not too far away. We're still happily together and will leave this hellhole next year, just after my graduation ceremony.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Happily engaged and have been for over two years.

FAVOURITE BOOKS/MANGA: Harry Potter, Dracula, Pride and Prejudice, Pendragon, Resident Evil, Lord of the Rings, I still like Goosebumps.. but it's more of a happy memory thing, and some other's I can't remember. And manga: Yu Yu Hakusho, Naruto, Wallflower, Inu Yasha, Ruroini Kenshin, Death Note, Full Metal Alchemist, Hellsing, The Grand Guignol Orchestra, Alice in the Lande of hearts, Loveless and there's more I can't think of at the moment.

Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

I just want to say I'm sorry for anyone who has been in any of these situations. The world isn't a loving place, it's not fair, and it's cold. Whoever you are, where ever you are, whether you like those of the same sex or not or both, you are a human being no matter what. If you want to talk about your problems or want some advice (not that mines that great but still) you can email me at rhg13@aol.com. And if you want to chat, try me at theoneandonlyrhg13@gmail.com.

For people that hate stereotypes: If you think people should just shut up and stop, put this on your profile. (BOLD the ones you are.)
I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.
I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.
I'm a NEGRO so I MUST carry a gun.
I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a ditz
I'm JAMAICAN so I MUST smoke weed.
I'm HAITIAN so I MUST eat cat.
I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be sexy.
I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.
I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.
I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.
I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.
I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.
I'm a GAY RIGHTS SUPPORTER, so I WILL go to hell.
I'm a CHRISTAN, so I MUST think gay people should go to hell.
I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.
I'm ATHEIST so I MUST hate the world.
I don't have a RELIGION, so I MUST be evil and have no morals.
I'm REPUBLICAN, so I MUST not care about poor people.
I'm DEMOCRAT, so I MUST not believe in being responsible.
I am LIBERAL, so I MUST be gay.
I'm SOUTHERN, so I MUST be white trash.
I TAKE (or used to take) ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.
I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.
I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem.
I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient around a fire screaming like a savage.
I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a whore.
I'm a DANCER, So I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore.
I wear SKIRTS a lot, so I MUST be a slut.
I'm a PUNK, so I MUST do drugs.
I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.
I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth or emo.
I'm a WHITE GIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of girlfriend.
I'm CUBAN, so I MUST spend my spare time rolling cigars.
I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy.
I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN, so I MUST be a home-wrecking whore.
I'm a TEENAGE MOM, so I MUST be an irresponsible slut.
I'm POLISH, so I MUST wear my socks with my sandals.
I'm ITALIAN, so I must have a "big one".
I'm EGYPTIAN, so I must be a TERRORIST!
I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin.
I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life.
I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention.
I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS so I MUST be looking for attention.
I'm INTO THEATER & ART, so I MUST be a homosexual.
I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be fucking them all.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be a player.
I have Big BOOBS, so I MUST be a hoe.
I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.
I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.
I'm RUSSIAN, so I MUST be cool and thats how Russians roll.
I'm GERMAN, so I must be a Nazi.
I hang out with GAYS, so I must be GAY TOO.
I'm BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT.
I'm PUERTO RICAN, so I MUST look good and be conceited.
I'm SALVADORIAN, so I MUST be in MS 13.
I'm POLISH, so I MUST be greedy.
I'm HAWAIIAN so I MUST be lazy.
I'm PERUVIAN, so I MUST like llamas.
Im a STONER so I MUST be going in the wrong direction.
Im a VIRGIN so I MUST be prude.
Im STRAIGHT EDGE so I must be violent.
I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly.
I'm BLACK so I MUST love fried chicken and kool-aid.
I'm a GIRL who actually EATS LUNCH, so I MUST be fat.
I'm SINGLE so I MUST be ugly.
I'm a SKATER so I must do weed and steal stuff
I'm a PUNK so I must only wear black and date only other punks
I'm ASIAN so I must be a NERD that does HOMEWORK 24/7
I'm CHRISTIAN so I MUST hate homosexuals.
I'm MIXED so I must be screwed up.
I'm MUSLIM so I MUST be a terrorist.
I'm in BAND, so I MUST be a dork.
I'm BLACK so I MUST believe JESUS WUZ A BROTHA
I'm MORMON so I MUST be perfect
I'm WHITE and have black friends so I MUST think I'm black
I'm GOTH so I MUST worship the devil.
I'm HISPANIC, so I MUST be dirty.
I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser.
I'm OVERWEIGHT, so I MUST have a problem with self control.
I'm PREPPY, so I MUST shun those who don't wear Abercrombie & Hollister.
I'm on a DANCE team, so I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore.
I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive.
I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border.
I GOT A CAR FOR MY BIRTHDAY, so I MUST be a spoiled brat.
I'm BLACK, so I MUST love watermelon
I'm BI, so I MUST think every person I see is hot.
I'm an ASIAN GUY, so I MUST have a small penis.
I'm a GUY CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be gay.
I'm a PREP, so I MUST be rich.
I don't like the SUN so I MUST be an albino.
I have a lot of FRIENDS, so I MUST love to drink and party.
I wear tight PANTS and I'm a guy, so I MUST be emo.
I couldn't hurt a FLY, So I MUST be a pussy.
I support GAY RIGHTS, so I MUST fit in with everyone.
I hang out with teenage drinkers and smokers, so I MUST smoke and drink too.
I have ARTISTIC TALENT, so I MUST think little of those who don't.
I don't like to be in a BIG GROUP, so I MUST be anti-social.
I have a DIFFERENT sense of HUMOR, so I MUST be crazy.
I tell people OFF, so I MUST be an over controlling bitch.
My hair gets GREASY a lot, so I MUST have no hygiene skills.
I'm DEFENSIVE, so I MUST be over controlling and a bitch.
I'm a NUDIST, so I MUST want everyone to see my boobs.
I read Comics, so I MUST be a loser.
I hang out with a FORMER PROSTITUTE so I MUST be a whore myself.
I'm TEXAN so I MUST ride a horse
I’m a CROSSDRESSER, so I must be homosexual.
I draw ANIME so I MUST be a freak.
I am a FANGIRL so I MUST be a crazy, obsessed stalker.
I WATCH PORN so I MUST be perverted.
I'm an ONLY CHILD so I MUST be spoiled.
I'm INTELLIGENT so I MUST be weak
I am AMERICAN so I MUST be obese, loud-mouthed and arrogant.
I'm WELSH so I MUST love sheep
I'm SCOTTISH so I MUST have ginger hair and wear a skirts (It's actually called a kilt)
I’m a YOUNG WRITER, so I MUST be emo.
I’m CANADIAN, so I MUST talk with a funny accent.
I'm a GUY, so I MUST ditch my pregnant girlfriend.
I'm CANADIAN, so I MUST love hockey and beavers.
I'm DISABLED, so I MUST be on Welfare.
I'm a FEMINIST, so I MUST have a problem with sexuality and I want to castrate every man on the earth.
I'm a TEENAGER, so I MUST have a STEREOTYPE.
I WEAR A BIG SUNHAT when I go outside, so I MUST be stupid.
I like BLOOD, so I must be a VAMPIRE.
I'm an ALBINO, so I MUST be an evil person with mental abilities and is A MURDERER!
I'm ENGLISH, so I MUST speak with either a cockney or a posh accent, love tea and cricket, and have bad teeth.
I’m WHITE, so I MUST be responsible for everything going wrong on the planet: past, present, and future.
I don't like YAOI or YURI, so I must be a HOMOPHOBE
I’m not the most POPULAR person in school, so I MUST be a loser
I care about the ENVIRONMENT...I MUST be a tree hugging hippy
I have a FAN CHARACTER, so I MUST be an annoying Mary-sue.
I CHAT, I MUST be having cyber sex.
I'm PAGAN so I MUST sacrifice babies and drink the blood of virgins
I'm PAGAN so I MUST worship Satan
I'm CONSERVATIVE, so I MUST be against Abortion
I'm SWEDISH so I MUST be a tall blond blue-eyed lesbian.
I'm a LESBIAN so I MUST want to get with every single girl that I see.
I like CARTOONS, so I MUST be IRRESPONSIBLE.
I like READING, so I MUST be a LONER.
I have my OWN spiritual ideology; therefore I MUST be WRONG or MISGUIDED.
I am WICCAN, so I MUST be a SATANIST.
I DISAGREE with my government, so I MUST be a TERRORIST.
I am a WITCH, so I MUST be and OLD HAG and fly on a broomstick.
I love YAOI, so I MUST be GAY.
I DON'T CURSE, so I MUST be an outcast
I like GAMES, ANIME and COMICS, so I MUST be childish
I'm SWEDISH, therefore I MUST be WHITE.
I SPOT GRAMMATICAL ERRORS, so I MUST be a pedantic bastard.
I'm GOTHIC, so I MUST be mean.
I’m STRONG so I MUST be stupid.
I'm Australian so I MUST hunt crocodiles and talk to kangaroo’s
I go to RENFAIRES, so I MUST talk weird, be a loser, and not be up with the times
I’m GAY so I’m after EVERY straight guy around.
I don’t want a BOYFRIEND so I MUST be Lesbian.
I'm NOT CHRISTIAN so I MUST just need converting.
I love marching band, so I MUST be a friendless freak.
I DRINK and SMOKE, so I MUST have no life.
I am friends with a CUTTER, so I MUST be a CUTTER too.
I cry easily, so I MUST be a wimp.
I can't help pointing out mistakes so I MUST be an over-controlling perfectionist
I'm a PERFECTIONIST so I MUST check everything ten times, then burst into tears at one mistake
I DON’T LIKE to talk about my personal life so I MUST be having problems
I like FIRE so I must be an arsonist.

You know you're addicted to anime when...:

When you've sat in the bookstore (on the floor) reading manga.-all the time =)

You and a friend (preferably another anime/manga person) have had the "Anime/manga are almost as expensive as Crack" discussion- Yeah, and honestly, it is!! I've spend the last few hours trying to find a relatively cheap Death Note manga box set T_T

You have had a kid yell "Oh my god! Your looking at porn!!" when you bring a manga/anime pic to school or in a public place (I hate that)- Yes(Sarah, this happened at Selmas in the 6th grade)

You've told your non anime/manga friends that they can teach you important lessons and then name off some things that you learned from watching/reading "way too much"-Heheh =) Yes

You've gotten a key chain of one of your favorite characters and wear it on your jeans/belt/backpack every day- I have a Gaara gourd around my neck and I had four Sesshomaru pins on my backpack but three have been lost T_T

You steal the T.V. every Saturday because that's your anime day.- No… but I'm constantly on the internet …

You subscribe to Shonen Jump with a friend and call them in the middle of reading it for the 7th time and ask them what page they are on and talk about this months issue.- I need to so bad!!

You've learned to draw anime/manga by simply being around it all of the time.- Heck Yes!! Well.. I have a few books on it too.. But I've gotten a bunch of major stuff that wasn't in the freaking books just by reading manga.

You nearly bit off someone's head when you heard that Cartoon Network/Adult swim took off your favorite show(s).-OMFG YES!! what happened to yu yu hakusho??

You keep reading this and laughing becuase you have done some of these things before. -Um… yeah?

You have posters or pictures on your wall/Computer of your favorite show.-There is no space between any of my posters

When you hear about a video game that has you favorite anime in it, that becomes the first thing on your wish list.- Nah, I'm not into the Anime video games since they usually screw it up.

You've told someone in your family or a friend that you could live off of ramen and probably could. (add meat and some vegetables! You'll be good!)- I practically do anyway, but yes, I've said that many many times.

When explaining to someone what _(insert anime/manga)_ is you try/tried and explain it so that they won't get confused and have failed.- Oh dear God… I can't count all the times I've tried.

If you forget to bring a Manga to work/school you know your day is going to be bad, so you just steal one from a friend. (They won't notice! Well...sometimes they don't...)- Well, this year at school I finally have a fellow Otaku! But those effing lockers are so damn small we don't have room for Manga.

When going out of town one of your first thoughts are
"What am I going to miss on Adult Swim?"- Not anymore, they shut off a lot of the good shows. Ever since I got YYH, InuYasha, and Wallflower on DVD I've been good with the portable DVD player.

(If your in school)
You've showed your art teacher (when doing an assignment that needs to be in color) that "good artwork" doesn't need to be in color by bringing in a manga that's in black and white. - Oh, that was really fun.

Teacher- "Shouldn't you colour it?"

Me- " -gasp- Mrs. Hutchins!! This is Manga!! You NEVER colour it, it's like the law or something"

You have (or would) scream your head off and tried (would try) to kill the(a) kid that "Colored" in your manga by "mistake"- If any of my siblings (or friends) do this.. They will die a very painful death. Oh Beyond?? Where are you?? I need some help with a few friends of mine…

You get really mad when people confuse characters and or cannot pronounce their names correctly and start makeing fun of their name.- Yes

Sunako nakahara, yea she's a creature of the darkness-me
Sunako Nakotaco?-Victoria
No, nakahara-me
hehe, gothic taco- Victoria

You've tried or succeeded in dressing up like on of your favorite characters (if you have you are awesome!)- Yep!! I was Sunako Nakahara for character day in seventh grade.

You use anime/manga quotes in normal conversation.- "BELIEVE IT!"

You've spent your lunch period reading a manga over your friends shoulder and had both of you yell at the book when one of your favorite characters die or...you just read the last page and have to go get the next book.- Damn small lockers to the fiery pits of Hell!!

You've gotten at least one of your non anime/manga friends into at least one anime/manga. -Yes!! Lacey likes FMA and Naruto, and I'm slowly turning Victoria into a yaoi fangirl

-you own more DVDs and Manga books than clothes- Yes actually..

-you wake up every morning and kiss your pillow because it has you favorite character on it- I wish I had stuff with Gaara on it …

-you get into fist fights over who a chacter loves more-well, not fist fights

-more than half of the jackets and t-shirts you own have anime-related pics on them- I wish, but I did just recently made a sasunaru shirt =) kukuku…

-you have pictures of chacters hanging over your bed so you can fall asleep looking at them- maybe… Okay no, but I would if I didn't have a popcorn ceiling.

-you no longer have dreams that don't have at least 4 anime/manga chacters in them- Mostly

-you draw tatoos of symbols from anime in sharpie marker every day in the same place so it won't fade- YES!! Gaara's ai tattoo, Sesshomaru's stripes.. The list goes on.

-you have more than 7 anime-chacter calanders hanging in your room, only 1 of which is from this year-nope only 4

-you write fanfics in your spare time- Um, yeah? I think I've got.. Seven now? Hold on, I need to check. Okay, I've got seven going and two completed.

-your failing school because you always daydream in class- Well.. No.. but I work fucking hard to keep afloat in four AP classes

-your art teacher automatically assumes that all the people you draw that look like girls are actually guys- Nah, my teacher can tell who's who actually, I mean come it's MR. Smith - GSA coordinator

-you call your gay friend your yaoi friend- yes

-you can recite every word spoken in a series by heart- yes (sad I know)

-you write stupid lists to tell how to know if your addicted to anime/manga- No… not at all.. (note the sarcasm)

-you get so bored you use make-up to put Shessy's magenta stripes on your face-only ONCE

-you use makeup to put Naruto's whiskers on your face- Maybe…

-you compare different anime and manga to come up with completely stupid things like how the Uchiha symbol looks like a Pok'eBall and how Sasuke looks like Ash- Nebil and I have had this conversation a lot

-your skin is so pale from being inside reading manga and watching anime that you glow in the dark- Yup!! But I'm also about half Irish so…

-You get pissed when people disturb you on your anime night-Yeah, Steve and I can't really be together when watching anime.

-you b-day party consisted of an anime movie marathon- well this year it's Alice and wonderland themed

-when asked who you have a crush on you reply with the name of a character- Well, I use to, but now I go, "I don't have a crush, I got a boyfriend.. Fiancée… thing… we're young, I don't know what to call it _

-you can't go to the mall without buying at LEAST something anime related- If I have money

-you recorded a line from an anime on your phone and it is now your ringer-Actually it's 'Popular' from wicked

-you own over 1000.00 worth of anime merchandice (not including books and DVDs) and are still adding to the collection- Not including manga and DVDs? Um, no.

-you've been to so many anime conventions the voice actors know you personally- I've only ever been to game con

-you were able to get more than 5 people addicted to anime- Only one really, but now ALL of my friends like anime

-you were able to get someone who violently opposes anything to do with anime addicted to Pocky, and later anime- No =( only addicted to Pocky.

-you can speak Japanese even though you never tried to learn it- I can speak a little, but not enough to keep up a conversation

-you were able to get your favorite teacher addicted to anime- No.. but he still has my anime picture up in his room 8D

-you have a nickname of an anime character - Yup!! Sunako!

When you first meet someone it's because you somehow got a person to talk to you about your anime shirt.- Yesh

While having your butt parked in the middle of the bookstore reading anime you've sat with a friend and yelled something like

"NOOOOO!!"
Friend: What!?
You: HE DIED!!
Friend: WHAT!? slaps you over the head YOU ASS!! WHY'D YOU TELL ME THAT I'M NOT THAT FAR IN THE SERIES!!-YES!! JUSTIN ITS NOT MY FAULT!!

During lunch you can eat draw manga and keep up a conversation all at the same time. just dont drink something and have someone yell "PUDDING!" insert evil smile hereDuring a class or a meeting you'll hear a word pop up and instantly you think EX: "Monk"
Me: Miroku=perv is laughing head off
Class: O_o?- Yes XD

If you go without anime for a certain number of days you go into zombie mode.-yes, tis along with coffee

During the a fire alarm you cried to your friends that you have about 100+ worth of manga in your locker/backpack/binder and if it's a real fire someone is going to die.- not yet…

A day is not a good day unless you've "borrowed" a book from a good friend who just happened to buy manga yesterday.-grr.. no one keeps anime at school!!

You've went into a library with some friends or family and went to the manga section and nearly screamed because they dont have the book that you want.- no, I buy my manga, even though I have no money T_T

You can go on and on about a creater and never get bored but only stop when you realize your friend (who is not an anime/manga person) is trying to beat themselves with a near by dictionary or keyboard what evers closer lol.- I do that all the time, poor Sarah.

You've lost hours of sleep playing a video game for your favorite anime and have actually woken up laying in front of the TV with the controler still in your hands. The screen now reads "Continue? Yes? No?"- Not anime games _

You try to explain to a teacher/boss the reason your sleeping insted of doing your work is because anime comes on too freakin late a night (even though you would have been up anyway).- Yeah.. They didn't see my side though..

You've had a person that you've never met before run up to you and say "Alright a _You have a sweater/jacket where you printed out pictures of your favorite characters and ironed them on. lol You've proudly marched into work/school/family-friends house the next day wearing your sweater/jacket.- I made a Sasunaru Yaoi shirt today _

You've taken a sharpie marker and tried to make a "tattoo" exactly like _ You've taken a rock and thrown it at someone and yelled "I got you pikachu!!" only to run as fast as you can from the person who now has a bruse on their head.- Yeah… I got the crap beaten out of me after that.

While waiting for a friend you've called them and yelled

"IF I MISS _anime show hereDuring class you can draw out short comics with your favoirte characters and a friend without getting caught.- YES!! All the time, you should see my sketch books.. Yes it's plural…

You've explained to someone (another anime fan) how to do math by using an anime realted question.- yes .(Nebil)

My Example: (this was funny)
Me: Okay...the multiplication and division rules for negitive and postitve numbers...
Said friend: KAKASHI!! hugs backpack with kakashi on it
Me:...-.-' okay if kakashi dies...
friend: NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
ME: O_o okay okay! It's just a clone!!
Friend:KAKASHI!!
Me: -.-slaps forehead okay it's a k.o.!
friend: No!
Me:...okay...this person has more kakashi plushies that you...
friend: plushie!!

You accidentally drew anime/manga all over your work and you teacher/boss is pissed off at you.- Dude, I'll never forget that time Mr. Brock counted off on my test because I drew a bunch of anime on the margin.

Your friend had their boyfriend/girlfriend dress up like their favorite character or you had your boyfriend/girlfriend dress up.- Kukuku… Steve, beware the fan girl =

You sing your favourite opening/ending song in the shower.- Yep!

In a crowd of people you can yell out "_ Is over here!"
...and sure enough your friends will run to that spot.- yes!!

You drew a picture of your favorite anime/manga character on your folder.- yes

You've realised that alot of anime/manga fans are lazy. (raises hand me too!!) "I'll do the work later leave me alone!"-OMG YES

Anime conventions are your friends. XD- I've never been to one but I'm told Id love them

You love the pencils with the anime/manga characters on them but hate to use the.
NO!! He's dissapering!! T_T- yes T_T

you've been in a fight and tried to Kamehameha somebody. - Yes… Nebil!!

while performing a cannonball dive into the pool at the apartment or hotel you yell out loud "SPIRIT BOMB ATTACK"- Um.. Is that a bad thing?

you dont respond to the name on your birth certificate anymore and insist on being called an anime name.- Well, I respond to both Maggie and Sunako.

Trying to get a tatto of the Jagan Eye.- I've drawn it several times…

your nose starts to bleed every time you get turned on.- No //

you believe it is possible for a person to be severly beaten in the head with a large hammer, stick, etc...and still come out alive (i'm thinkin ranma here...)- Heheh… maybe…

You yell out 'Baka hanyou Inu-Yasha!' at your birthday party and everyone (except your parents) knows you're talking to your boyfriend.- Oh dear…

every time you are pissed at someone you will be smiling at them trying to show them your "fangs" thinking you are Alucard- Guilty as charged.

Each time you see a stray animal, you turn your hat sideways and throw one of those plastic Pokeballs Burger King was giving out in their kids' meals yelling, "POKEBALL, GO!"- I actually use to…

You've ever called someone a baka or a hentai before realizing that they don't know any Japanese.-yes T_T

your away message you tell your friends to beware of the shinigami.- Yes XD

you and an anime friend can speak using only quotes from anime in random order (so that no one else knows what u r saying) and still understand each other. -Heck yes

You misplace your manga and someone @ school you dont even know gives it to you saying they knew it was yours.- Not manga.. But people always know which binders are mine since I draw characters for the front.

You use random Japanese words such as baka, kawaii, hentai, etc.- yup!

you use an anime character's name as a pen name/forum name/alias/nick in any forum or chat room you entered into- Hell Yeah. Sunako!!

you add chan,sama kun and other such things on to everyones name.- Yes

you have no room left on your wall for wall scrolls.- Yes T_T I've now fixed up the attic and have a bit more wall space…

you jump down every well you see, whether its a dry well or not, hoping to travel through time.- Not many wells around here…

you see a non anime movie and you pass it. - Yeah XD

you talk about nothing but anime and all your friends are otaku.- Thankfully I have a fellow Otaku.

when your friend recommends a story and your first question is "is it anime?''- I actually just assume by now…

You spend your whole spring break working on an anime webpage.- I did last year on quizilla… I got so pissed when they did the relaunch.

You expect to see a teardrop over someone’s head when they get embarrassed.- Maybe…

You start to speak with an odd accent.- Well, I did that anyway.