Is it just me, or is there an awful lot of new people here at Oasis? At least, that's what it seems like to me.

But anyways. Before I get to the actual part of my post I just want to say something to everybody here at Oasis--that is, I want to introduce something to you. They're called paragraphs.

I know, I know, it's a crazy idea. But seriously, coupled with correct punctuation, spaces after periods, and decent spelling, they prevent people from GOUGING THEIR EYES OUT. I'm not gonna lie--I don't even read journals that don't include all of the above. Maybe I'm elitist bitch but hey, it's really for the good of everybody. Otherwise, people are stuck with frustrating, illegible chunks of text.

[/PUBLIC HEALTH ANNOUNCEMENT]

Ah-em. Now onto the actual post.

So, I walk into Adv. Writing today, and there, sitting at Ms. X's desk is JD.

Now, I don't actually know JD. She was in the class of '05, so graduated the year before I was a freshman. However, I do know of her. The class of '05 was apparently populated by demi-gods, and Ms. X adores every single one of them; consequently, we hear a ton of their writing / know their life stories. (In their defense, they are pretty amazing.)

ANYWAYS. This JD girl? Yeah, she's pretty much amazing. She's gorgeous (though her hair cut is a bit oddly) and she has a great voice--never mind a great ass--and is artistic and literary and funny and sarcastic and in general just, well, awesome.

She spent the whole class talking to us: about writing, publishing, and reading us some of her stuff. (Which was incredible.)

For those unaware, cool personality + gorgeousness = amazing awesome attractiveness. Which means Cynical1 had an awesome class, just sitting and drooling over this girl.

Too bad she has a bf--who's a great guy. Too bad she's way out of my league. Too bad she's kinda illegal. Haha. Anyways.

So Ms. X made JD read this slam poem she wrote in high school, called something like "Everything I Read Sounds like Sex." (which it does.)

So she reads it, and it's pretty funny--basically she's just making fun of herself, and most of it is totally true. But yeah--while she was reading this poem while sounding / pretending to be overly sexy and seductive, she kept eye-contact with me. The entire time.

Me? I was dying a slow death on the inside. Here is this fantastic girl, totally off limits. This girl I'm probably never gonna meet.

So yeah. Then I got depressed 'cause I realized that I'm sad and pathetic on so many levels--like the fact that I'm a geek and a nerd and haven't had any action whatsoever even though I'm sixteen and lust over girls I'm never gonna know / have no chance with.

Ahh. But whatever. It--she--was worth it. As was the faux eye-sex.

Totally worth it.