Hello peoplez! XD

This is cresent moon! Its not my real name of course, but good luck trying to guess >:3 (a cookie to someone who actually gets it right!) The reason I choose the pen name cresent moon was because I just love its shape! (and because shessomaru has it on his forehead) Anyway, I thankz you for caring enough to actually read my profile *bows*

Gender: Female of course!

Age: I'm immortal :P

Hobbies: soccer, reading, singing.

Hates: stuck up people, math, getting sick, not being able to go on fanfiction.net at least once a day to read.

Loves: fanfiction, the hunger games, pokemon, english and chior, my little 1 year old cousin, and pizza!

Persanal issues: can't decide whether to join the good side or the dark side. (come on! They got cookies! And last time I checked, they also had cake!)

A pokemon comic that you just HAVE to read, its too funny to pass up: http://www.vgcats.com/super/ (just click on the arrow that says 'first on the bottom of the page)

Favorite pairings:

DrewXMay

ShessomaruXKagome

KyoXToru

SoraXMatt

MikanXNatsume

Sasuke/GarraXSakura

A quote that I like (may change from time to time):

What you call dog with no legs?
Don't matter what you call him, he ain't gonna come.

Okay, who has watched the movie 'Spirited away'? Well, I found out that there's no 2nd part! no! So I sighed a petition. Please, there has to be a second part, a promise was made and it must be fulfilled. Sigh at http://www.gopetition.com/petitions/spirited-away-movie-2/signatures.html.

P.s I did not start the petition, someone else did and I love them for it.

If you think that it's not fair that the guys in manga and anime are almost always better than the guys in the real world, copy and paste this in your profile! Then add your name. List: Mit-chan007, Ni-Chan, vampgirl8, Setsuki Angel Princess, KatiechanXoxoXSesshoukun, DarkGoddessKagome, XxXinu-hanyou2021xxX, cresentmoon-chan

If you have ever pushed on a door that said pull or vise versa copy this into your profile

If you've ever tripped on your own two feet copy and paste this in your profile.

If you hate obnoxious ,snobby people PLEASE copy and paste this in your profile.

Chocolate chip cookies are the best! If you agree C&P!!

If you are obsessed with fanfiction, copy and paste

16 THINGS IM GOING TO DO AT WALMART

1.Get 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in peoples cartswhen they arent looking.

2.Set all the alarm clocks in Electronis to go off at 5-minute intervals.

3. Make a trail of tomato juice leading to the restroom .

4. Walk up to an employee and tell him/her in an offical tone,"code 3' in housewares.

5.Go to service desk and ask to put a bag of M&M's on layaway.

6.Move a "CAUTION-WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area .

7.Set up a tent in the camping department and tell other shoppers you'll invite them in if they'll bring pillows from the bedding department.

8.When a clerk asks if they can help you begin to cry and ask
"why can't you people just leave me alone?"

9.Look right into the security camera&use it as a mirror and pick your nose.

10.While handling guns in the hunting department ask the clerk if he knows where the anti-depressants are.

11.Dart around the store suspiciously loudly humming the "Mission impossible"theme.

12.In the auto department,practice your "Madonna look''using different size funnels.

13.Hide in a clothing rack and when people browse through,
say ''PICK ME!'' ''PICK ME!''

14.When an announcement comes over the speaker,assume the fetel position and scream...
''NO! NO! It's those voices again!''

15.Go into a fitting room and shut the door and wait a while and then yell, very loudly,"There is no toilet paper in here!"

16.Get several bouncy balls and throw them down a aisle shouting"pikachu I choose you!"

IF YOU LAUGHED AT THIS REPOST ON YOUR PROFILE .YOU KNOW YOU DID SO POST IT OR ELSE

93 percent of American teens would have a severe emotional breakdown if someone called them a freak. If you're a part of the 7 percent who would ask the person, "What was your first clue?", copy this into your profile and add your name to the list: Sunlit Goddess of the C.O.C.A., Moonlit Goddess of the C.O.C.A., Evil Genius of the COCA, Invader Miley Phantom, dAnnYsGiRl777, BloodySalvation, Lady Lost-A-Lot, bellabookworm9, Bella Masen Cullen, Vampire Scooby, Alannaswarrior, SpottedLilly, Alleyanna Cullen, danceswithwings119, gottaluvtwilight, freexflyer, Green.Winged.Mistress, Eimi, Loved1, x-LinaNumairsri-x, 3Kiyoshi3, AnimeMixDJ, Cade213, EverRose808, cresentmoon-chan

20 Ways To Maintain A Healthy Level Of Insanity

1. At Lunch Time , Sit In Your Parked Car With Sunglasses on and point a Hair Dryer At Passing Cars. See If They Slow Down.

2. Page Yourself Over The Intercom. Don't Disguise Your Voice.

3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, ask If They Want Fries with that.

4. Put Your Garbage Can On Your Desk And Label it " In".

5. Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks Once Everyone has Gotten Over Their Caffeine Addictions, Switch to Espresso.

6. In The Memo Field Of All Your Checks , Write "For Smuggling Diamonds".

7. Finish All Your sentences with "In Accordance With The Prophecy".

8. Don't use any punctuation.

9. As Often As Possible, Skip Rather Than Walk.

10. Order a Diet Water when ever you go out to eat, with a serious face.

11. Specify That Your Drive-through Order Is "To Go".

12. Sing Along At The Opera.

13. Go To A Poetry Recital. And Ask Why The Poems Don't Rhyme?

14. Put Mosquito Netting Around Your Work Area and Play tropical Sounds All Day.

15. Five Days In Advance, Tell Your Friends You Can't Attend Their Party Because You're Not In the Mood.

16. Have Your Co-workers Address You By Your Wrestling Name, Rock Bottom.

17. When The Money Comes Out The ATM, Scream "I Won! I Won!"

18. When Leaving The Zoo, Start Running Towards The Parking lot, Yelling "Run For Your Lives! They're Loose!"

19. Tell Your Children Over Dinner, "Due To The Economy, We Are Going To Have To Let One Of You Go."

20. And The Final Way To Keep A Healthy Level Of Insanity .

Post this on your profile to make someone smile!

Mommy

I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped.

Two more eyes that will never see.

Two more hands that will never touch.

Two more legs that will never run.

One more mouth that will never speak.

If you're against abortion, re-post this

two sad child abuse poems
(you better post them and e-mail to your friends!!):

Read this please;

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.'His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''My heart nearly stopped.The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.'Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.'Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?'''OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!'''I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.'''My mommy loves white roses.'A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.

And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.