This is not really for the readers, but for myself so i can rememeber when i was mad at her. Ally is now pissing me off. Getting into drugs and shit. I have no patient for this.

For the readers-
i have made one of the final steps. the C becomes an M the L an A

Ah, i forgot to mention. i got the elusive SIXTH dinosaur today. see, they have these dinosaur jellies that you can use and then save the glass to drink from. i had all five, but couldnt find the fucking sixth. finally! triceratops apple butter, you proved to be quite the adversary. but in the end, Mephistopheles always gets his toast..........

ok, this is TOO fucking perfect-
one of the lamar coaches was telling i guess a JV football player this. here is his view on the boys track team- "a bunch of damn guys, hanging around, telling funny stories." Bullseye.
So i did not get to see Tron in theaters on saturday night. Damn. Is there any product that can place movies like Tron over girlfriends in importance? a nice salve that goes on clear and soothes the mind while slaying the dil perhaps? it can smell like bubble gum or grape. sour apple and purple tingleberry are good, but not dil-slaying good. however, Ally was forced to hear Candiria- Divided last night. Get this. she LIKED it! now, for those who dont know, divided is one of my favorite songs, but it is also very strange. ive let many people hear it. most give me the now patented "Candiria look" which is a look of displeasure and confusion, with some sadness thrown in. then there are the ones who feign happiness. "ummm.. yeah..... it was cool.... kind of changed around a lot.... umm......... (eyes usually drop to the floor at this point, followed by a long silence) .....yeah" if you havent heard it, hit me up on aim and ill gladly send it to you. if you want to come to my birthday party, i suggest you put on a better show.

heres your "funny story":
i convinced like SIX girls that my parents have made my marriage arrangements with another family. i am to marry a six year old girl. see, heres the tale- me and ally were standing around and when she left some preppy girls (preppy girls dig me) came up to me like "awww, yall are so cute! are you getting married?" and i said "no.... i am to wed a family friend upon my 31st birthday, when she is 20. so she is currently six." they fucking believed me. they wanted this verified of course, and i told them it was the truth. that was good enough for them. god, i hope this gets around school. that would be fantastic. i swear if i get the reputation of someone in a fixed wedding with a six year old....... haha!!! too grand!! no, i probably will have to marry ally though. how the fuck could i not?!?!?! she LIKED "divided"!!!!!!!

today was a treat. you know, the kind of treat that ties you to a chair and rapes your grandparents while you are forced to watch. got written up at school for NOTHING. ms hill, the ap grabbed me by the arm, took me to her office and wrote me up. i have the yellow copy of the slip. the "reason for referral" is a scratchy circle. that is all. fucked. at least its only detention. still gay though. whatever, fuck it. ill just roll over. i have worse things to worry about. like the fact that i ran track so hard my toenails turned black and are falling off. and my feet bleed. then, jenius that i am (sic), practiced water polo on Dagobah, also known as the west u pool tonight with a buddy tonight. i could see the bacteria dancing on my skin. my feet will resemble a zombie's by the end of the week. on a brighter note, the little girl i had to watch last night has determined that she is going to marry me. WAAAATTTTTTT WOWWWWWWWWTTTTTT

~m~

big D, little e, a, and d
Mephisto is mother fucking Dead
sometimes things are good, and devastating. my track coach was fucking GIDDY with my performance today. the negroes that i was running with kept yelling "damn, nigga, slow down!!!! wes gots to run 4 more of these bitches!" i had to run eight more. so after all that i was like, "good shit". but then it happened. my track coach ran up to me, shook my hand, then explained what my next step is. OVER FIFTY MILES A WEEK. RUNNING OVER FIFTY MILES PER WEEK. EVERY WEEK. and this is just my start. now, keep in mind this shit, this "fun fifty" is after my workouts at school and i still have water polo training. GAAAA!!!! on a brighter note, the children were here tonight. the girl was neil, age 6. she was neil. very cool. Ally was over and something terrible almost went down. it involved a lack of bras and an abundance of my mother fiddling with my rooms doorknob. i reiterate GAAAAA!!! now, excuse me whilst i pass the direct skizz out.
Yours truly,
~Mephistopheles~

A....a drug dealer? A drug dealing PEDERAST, actually!

Man lots going on lately. As you can tell, i watched seven again. came on tv, but not edited. some strange cable channel. had to miss BP though. anyway, when he said the pederast part i flew off the couch screaming and writhing. Ally was bewildered. it did NOT help when i explained what a pederast was. I own a 1-2 year old tommorow. Take that in. He is under my care for the entire evening. my job is to make sure he does NOT get electrocuted. that is my job. when i squealed in delight and fell to the floor my mom looked like she was ready to leave me on a highway and drive off forever. when i regained breath, i had ONE question for her. "is he a berry or a candy???" my mom did not respond, but frowned a frown that will last for centuries. "well, can he walk or just crawl!?!?!" i demanded. her delayed response "well, i think he can just kind of stumble and toddle around, like a drunkard." MY GOD. MY GOD. WOW. I think my brain melted at that point. "whos that rascal with the tweezers in his pocket? everyone knows its... MEPHISTO." i found a delightfully shiny pair of tweezers two days ago and i have carried them around with me since then. i draw them out at what seems to always be the WRONG time. i now have many enemies because of my tweezers. i call them my "TWeeeaaZERS" i think everyone hates me. except for hot skanks. i was talking to this girl in my world history class. this girl is fucking gorgeous. porn star gorgeous. and we were talking and she busts out "do you like having your dick sucked?" i barely was able to even play this one off with the crewe charm. ill tell you what comes of this. it could be awesome. Im thinking of writing a childrens book "Are you there, God? Im ready to die now: a collection of silly people" by Mephistopheles Stickynails (pen name). Just a compilation of FUCKING idiots. it might be too large a book for children to lift though. i saw a woman pumping gas today. started pumping, got into her car, ROCKED OUT with her family to what sounded like some effim. boy band, and then got out and stopped the gas. i thought i was going to die. DANCING in the car with the static and shit. FUCK. i hate this planet. i must find out how to move to Cloud City!!!! yes!!! LANDO, im coming for you, bastard!!!" I think thats enough for tonight. i leave you with this:
C: there is a movie we must see!!!! spring break!
C: malcom in the middle is a spy!!!!!! he does matrix stufff!!! looks SOOO AWFUL!!!!
TreyMoore2000: yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WE WILL GO AND CHEER THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE MOVIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TreyMoore2000: yelling helpful hints and advice to the characters on screen!!!!

~~~~Consturction paper Battletoads cosutmes. HUGE EYES~~~~

For those of you who frequent XE you undoubtly read the funny messages on the title bar. Did anyone catch the one last week? "X-Entertainment is hiding chocolate..." Fucking brilliant. I pledge allegiance to Matt.

If I hadnt awakened this morning, you could be sure that your friend Mephsito died happy. For yesterday, not only did I get to spend the entire evening with Ally watching NBK, but we topped the evening off with Ghostbusters. Now, youre probably saying "Ghostbusters? Big deal." Well I have this to say to you, Fuck-Face, "It is a big deal. A big SCREEN deal." We saw it on a motherfucking movie screen. Yes, at exactly midnight the River Oaks theater let us and about 12 of the coolest nerds you will ever meet see Ghostbusters in theater. I saw Onionhead. When Stay-Puft came on screen, I flew out of my seat howling. It was amazing. You have not lived until you see a P.K.E. meter that succeeds in dwarfing you and those around you. Now if only River Oaks would do a screening of Vulgar....

Next time, I'll tell you the truth about Sicilians.

Wow. What a metric fuck it is to change ANYTHING on blog. Anyhow, this shall be the new "spot" as it were. Abandoned the lap. Too many bad memories within it. The Emporium Curio is a happy place, dammit.

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