Bio:
Name: Maureen. I have alot of nicknames...Let's see. I'm also called Maureenie, M-chan, Onee chan, Beaner (family nn...DON'T YOU DARE USE!) andMomo. Most people who don't call me by my name call me Momo...I like that nn the most.
Age: 18 (wow! last time I updated this, I was 15!)
Birthday: January 31
Race: Human
Hair Color: Naturally brown, but is now dyed red
Eyes Color: Complex eyes. I say that there just a stupid, dull gray. Think the sky on a dull day were it's just drizzling. But PEOPLE say I have blue eyes. Well, my eyes REALLY ARE gray-blue, so they look bluer when I wear blue, and they have green flecks in them. Wearing green helps bring the greenflecks out in my eyes.
Height: 5 feet, and 7 inches
Weight: Not nice to ask a woman that!
Problems: I get into "moods" were I either don't want to talk to people OR I want to yell and scream at everyone...plus I have ADHD...and other crap that happens
Mangas/Animes: Crescent Moon(it is special to me. first one I ever owned. Must thank my brother for it!), Inuyasha, Hellsing, Fruits Basket, Hot Gimmick, Tokyo Mew Mew/Mew Mew Power(mmp is the american anime), Flame of Recca, Naruto, and Wedding Peach.
Pairings I Like: Tenten/ANYONE! (I love Tenten crack!), Mahiru/Mitsuru, Akira/Keiko, Inuyasha/Kagome, Sango/Miroku, Kouga/Ayame, Fluffy/Rin, Alucard/Seres, Tohru/Kyo, Ichigo/Ryou

Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.

Love doesn't make the world go round, it makes the ride worthwhile.

Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all it's pupils.

A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.

You can't make someone love you, all you can do is be someone who can be loved, the rest is up to the person to realize what you're worth.

The person who smiles when something has gone wrong has thought of someone to blame it on.

The more you love, the more you lose a part of yourself, yet you don't become less of who you are; you end up being complete with the one you love.

When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so that when you die, you're smiling and everyone around you is crying.

Yesterday is history, today is a gift, and tomorrow is a mystery. Remember history, treasure your gifts, and look forward to solving your mysteries, and you will have your entire life laid out for you already.

Friends are like stars, you can't always see them but you know that they're there always, watching over you.

Take a look at what you have. Think of all you did to get it. Remember it only takes one second to lose it.

A woman has got to love a bad man once or twice in her life, to be thankful for a good one.

It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.

The average woman would rather have beauty than brains, because the average man can see better than he can think.

Relationships are like snapshots; some you remember and some you forget, but some you never develop and you never get to see how they would have turned out.

Hugging is the ideal gift. Great for any occasion, fun to give and receive, shows you care, comes with its own wrapping and, of course, is fully returnable. No batteries to wear out, inflation-proof, nonfattening, no monthly payments, theft-proof and nontaxable.

We do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds; our planet is the mental institution of the universe.
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it’s already happened.

--“LIFE AFTER GOD”, DOUGLAS COUPLAND

92 percent of the teen population would be dead if Abercrombie and Fitch said it wasn't cool to breathe anymore. Put this in your signature/profile if you are one of the 8 who would be laughing your head off.

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 didn’t 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

.Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong

Number your 12 fave Naruto characters (In no order) and answer the questions!!

1. Tenten
2. Kankuro
3. Gaara
4. Neji
5. Lee
6. Hinata
7. Deidara
8. Sasori
9. Shino
10. Choji
11. Kiba
12. Shikamaru

1) Have you ever read a Six/Eleven fanfic before?
No...never thought about looking for that...must try!

2) Do you think Four is hot? How hot?
I think Neji is hot, but I like him better in the fanfics...when he as alittle more personality...two is SO much better...purr

3) What would happen if Twelve got Eight pregnant?
It would be troublesome, and leave me wonder how the hell he did that!

4) Do you recall any fics about Nine?
Only one...it was a Tenten/Shino fic. Ah, crack.

5) Would Two and Six make a good couple?
Yea...but I still like Kankuro/Tenten more...

6) Five/Nine or Five/Ten?
Lee/Shino and Lee/Choji? Do they even make those fics? idea blub! Maybe I should?

7) What would happen if Seven walked in on Two and Twelve having sex?
I seriously doubt Shikamaru and Kankuro would have sex...Shikamaru would probably find that too troublesome (besides, he already impreganted Sasori, remember?). Anyways Deidara (based off this thing) would probably ask Shikamaru how he could cheat on Sasori, the father/mother of Shikamaru's child!

8) Make up a summary of a Three/Ten Fanfic.
When Naruto dies, the sand sibs all go to Konoha. Gaara goes at the grave to say his private goodbyes, but little does he know some else also went to say goodbye. When your cry your eyes out, it's great to have a big, lovable teddy bear that can hug back. Gaara/Choji (That was freakin hard!)

9) Is there any such thing as a One/Eight fluff?
Yes and I have read some! Yay!

10) Suggest a title for a Seven/Twelve Hurt/Comfort fic.
Can't

11) What kind of plot would you use if you wanted Four to de-flower One?
A Neji deflowering Tenten fic?! Like I've never read that before!

12) Does anyone on your friends list read Three het?
Oh most likely. I do.

13) Does anyone on your friends list write or draw Eleven?
Maybe? Anyone draw Kiba?

14) Would anyone on your friends list write Two/Four/Five ?
Kankuro/Neji/Lee? No. How would that even work?

15) What might ten scream at a moment of great passion?
"OH GOD! I'M SEEING BBQ FLAVORED CHIPS!" (Parody: Oh god! I'm seeing stars!)

16) If you wrote a song-fic about Eight, what song would you choose?
Puppet by Thousand Foot Krutch or You're Beautiful by James Blunt

17) If you wrote a One/Six/Twelve fic, what would the warning be?
Crack threesome like you've never seen! Tenten/Hinata/Shikamaru

18) What might be a good pick-up line for Ten to use on Two?
"You look as good as BBQ chips." Choji/Kankuro

19) How might Eleven describe a relationship between Two and Eight?
Kiba: DUDE! HE KILLED YOUR FREAKING BROTHER, AND YOU'RE DOING HIM? WHAT THE HELL, MAN? Kankuro/Sasori

20) How emo is Seven?
Deidara...I don't think he's emo.

Life is a sexually transmitted disease and there is a 100 mortality rate. ~R.D. Laing