Enter the Mind of Chaos:

HELLO! My name ish Luna. And I'm a person, just like all you other people out there. Wait...you guys are people right? Cuz, that's what I've always been told...are you lying to me? WHY ME! NO! NO! ANYTHING BUT THIS!! WHHHHYYYYYY MEEEEEE!?

Shinobi: I'm just going to give her this sedative and she should be back to normal in no time...

A few minutes later

Shinobi: Well, it's nice to meet you all. Luna is busy at the moment being...calm. I'm supposed to do this for her, because I do all her dirty work. I'm sorry for the mix up of the chapters. My boss gives me a lot to work with. I mean, you try babysitting a 16-year-old who your also trying to establish a relationship with. It's no easy task. She's a hand and mouth full.

Um, I don't know what to write in her profile about her, she should be doing this, because...I said so. But no, instead, she's off writting more of the stories. Okay, so that may or may not be a good thing.

Okay I'll just stop talking and force her to do her own profile. Muahahaha!

I'm leaving that up just so people can see how mean my Shinobi is to me!

Hello! Like I apparently said before, before I apparently wigged out, my name ish Luna Moonlite. Yeah, no it's not my real name cuz if it was, that would make my parents rather screwed in the head. Or, at least just my mom. She named me.

Anyway, this is my profile, and since I can't make Shinobi do it, I'll do. It would be more fun that way anyway! Humph!

First things First:

I'm a Taco. Any person who tells me other wise, can and will be squeashed by my Barrito Buddy. (Gods, it has to be the most rediculas nick name John ever gave me.)

Umm, I'm sort of gullible, and I'll probably believe anything you tell me. Until I acutally start thinking about it. And then I only have a small doubt...yeah, it's a bad weakness and my dad and friends play off it all the time. They tell me things...and I believe them. It's not cool! Anyway. I've got lotsa friends. More than I can count. More than I can name, therefore wondering weather or not I'm allowed to call them friends, even though when I'm with them they call me theirs. Uhh. I don't. They are people that I know. I only have a few good friends. Eleven. But only five of them are my best friends, and only one is the best person in my world. And as much as I give him a hard time, I do love my Shinobi.

Enough with the sap.

Age: 17

Height: ...5'5"! I DON'T CARE WHAT PEOPLE TELL ME! I'M 5'5"!!

Weight: last time I checked 137

Gender: ...I think I'm female. Maybe I should check that...

ANYWAY!

I love to write and read and play video games, and hang with friends, work at at my job, and just do things! I hate not haveing something to do. Because there is always something to do, no matter what. And I'll find that something! I'LL FIND IT! I write a various amount of stories because I love writting. It's one of the single most fun things to do. And reading. Reading is good. Though it doesn't make me any less gullible.

Stories In Progress:

DuMpEd

Look, I don't want Mr. Right. I don't want a Prince Charming. And I definatly don't a wannabe Romeo at my door trying to woo me. I just wanna be me. I wanna date guys and dump 'em. I wanna have fun with my friends and just live a normal, carefree life. Too bad Mr. Right, Prince Charming, and Romeo are after me, demanding I choose...or lose my game...