nous literature in Canada; applying to grad school; or creating a backpacking…through…Latin…America itinerary。 And then there are those undecideds; who head to any and all on…campus career fairs; just to guarantee they’ll have something to do once May rolls around。
Even though our mailing addresses will stay the same for the next few months; our minds are already a million miles away。 D found out he’ll be leaving the Big Apple and heading to the land of corn at the famed Iowa Writers’ Workshop e September。 So what will e of his relationship with the lovely S? Rumor has it she’ll be graduating from Yale this spring; despite the small technicality that she’s only a sophomore。 How does she do these things? And should we even be surprised by now? V may have an address on the Upper West Side; but judging from the pile of mail outside her door and her frequent sightings at Lit; Boxcar Lounge; and Barcade; she’s rarely there。 After spending a semester apart—she at Yale; he at Oxford—B and C spent a romantic summer in the south of France; which seemed to ease the pain of separation。 Then there are couples like N and J; who can’t even seem to be apart for a few hours。 They’re often seen kissing outside the library… and Brown dining hall the Ratty… and in the middle of the green。 Get a room!
your e…mail
q: Dear Gossip Girl;
I’m the owner of a collection of blogs。 e work with me and I’ll make you a star。
—Nick
a: Dear Nick;
While I don’t know what my future holds; I intend to remain an independent operation。
—GG
q: Dear Gossip Girl;
Okay; here it is: I have loved you since your first post。 I’m graduating; I guess you’re graduating; and all I want for Christmas is you。 I just received my fat signing bonus with a certain hedge fund; and I want to fly you down to St。 Barts for the holidays。 e with me and let’s toast the rest of our lives。
—Rich
a: Dear Rich;
While I’m flattered to hear you’re a longtime devotee; there’s no way I’m spending this holiday anywhere other than the Upper East Side。 And while the affections of some ordinary girls may be for sale; I’m no ordinary girl。
—GG
stress case
As we all bustle about trying to figure out our futures; I’m experiencing déjà vu。 Didn’t we do this once already? It’s senior year stress all over again—except this time; we’re not applying to college; we’re applying to life。 My advice is the same as I gave four years ago: Sometimes; you just need to pour the pinot; turn on some tunes; and chill out。 After all; don’t we have the rest of our lives to worry?
You know you love me;
gossip girl
old rivalries; new real estate
Blair stood on the terrace of her mother and stepfather’s new Central Park West penthouse and took a drag of her Merit Ultra Light。 In the past year; she’d almost given up smoking; but something about her mother’s dinner parties always made her want to break the rules。
The new penthouse was on the top floor of a sprawling French Renaissance and German Gothic sandstone building that; on Seventy…second and Central Park West; lay almost exactly across the park from the Fifth Avenue building Blair had grown up in。 It may as well have been in a whole other country。 They were here because Cyrus was creating a huge development on the west side; but Blair had a feeling that Eleanor had also pushed for the move because she missed her old stomping grounds。 Blair didn’t blame her。 The few times she’d been out to LA; she’d hated it。 The clothes were gaudy; the hair and boobs fake; and you had to drive everywhere。 Even the sun felt too accosting and bright。
Blair had finally gotten used to Eleanor and Cyrus living in LA; though; and now that she was planning to move to New York after graduation; she wasn’t sure she wanted them in the same time zone; much less the same city。 The only good thing about the move was that she could see her sister; Yale; more often。 Yale might even grow up relatively normal if they spent enough time together。
Or not。 Normal is highly overrated。
Blair shivered and hugged her arms around her chest。 It was surprisingly warm for December; but she was only wearing a silky black and tan Chloé halter sheath。 She wasn’t quite ready to go back inside; where Eleanor and Cyrus were hosting a holiday party for all the Upper East Side couples they’d been friends with for years; including the van der Woodsens; the Coateses; and the Basses。 Chuck was still in England; due back on Christmas; so Blair had to fend for herself。 It was times like these a long…distance relationship was hard。 At Yale; she kept busy with classes and the college friends she’d made; but in New York she hated being all alone。
Blair gazed down at streetlight…lined paths that zigzagged through the dark expanse of Central Park greenery。 It just felt so wrong to be looking at the park from this angle。