gossip girl 8 英文- 第29部分

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　Q：Dear　GG；　

I？m　a　premed　sophomore　at　Yale　and　I　heard　that　kidN　has　already　signed　up　to　be　a　lab　rat　for　
the　medical　school？s　psychiatric　division。　Like；　they？re　going　to　give　him　all　these　mind…altering　
drugs　that　they？re　trying　out；　and　they　even　pay　him　to　take　them。　

　？jrmed

　A：Dear　jrmed；　

Like　he　needs　to　be　paid？！　Anyway；　first　things　first？the　boy　doesn？t　even　have　his　high　school　
diploma　yet。　

　？GG　


Q：Dear　Gossip　Girl；　

My　son　tells　me　you　are　the　voice　of　the　young　people　and　so　I　must　ask　if　you　know　a　gifted　
poet　who　was　on　his　way　to　Evergreen　College　but　tripped　over　his　heart。　You　see；　I　am　something　
of　a　poet　myself！　This　poet　was　going　to　assist　me　with　my　history　of　sex　poetry　book；　but　he　
writes　to　say　he　doesn？t　e。　I　am　upset！　I　need　talented　assistance！　Maybe　you　can　e　to　
Olympia　to　help　me。　You　sleep　in　hammock。　My　son　makes　good　Greek　food！　

　？professorpop　

　A：Dear　professorpop；　

My；　is　it　ever　tempting；　but　I　kind　of　already　have　plans　this　summer。　Besides；　hammocks　have　
never　been　my　thing？I？m　a　600…thread…count…Egyptian…cotton…sheet　sort　of　girl。　Your　book　sounds　
quite　intriguing；　though。　Good　luck　with　that。　

　？GG　

They　finally　caught　on　

Almost　all　the　private　schools　in　Manhattan　have　finally　figured　it　out：　Seniors　don？t　want　to　
take　final　exams　or　sit　in　class　the　last　month　of　school；　nor　do　they　need　to；　since　they？ve　already　
been　accepted　at　college　and　are　so　mentally　spent　by　then；　they　can？t　possibly　learn　anything　new。　
So；　starting　next　year；　seniors　will　only　have　to　go　to　class　until　the　middle　of　May。　They？ll　finish　
up　the　year　by　doing　an　internship　of　their　choice　anywhere　in　the　city。　Sounds　pretty　cool；　huh？　
Too　bad　none　ofus　got　to　do　it。　I　could　have　？interned？　with　an　online　news　column　and　？gone　to　
work？　in　bed　in　my　favorite　black　cotton　DKNY　intimates　nightgown。　Not　that　I？m　bitter。　After　
all；I？ve　already　graduated！！！！　

　Sightings　

Bmooning　theYale　Club　out　of　her　new　Beamer　convertible。V　mooning　the　Yale　Club　out　ofB　？s　
new　Beamer　convertible。　The　girls　started　celebrating　early；　so　who　knows　what　kind　of　shape　
they？ll　be　in　later　tonight。　？　That　conceited　indie　film　director　paying　a　personal　visit　toS　？s　
family？s　Fifth　Avenue　penthouse。S　stepping　out　of　her　apartment　building；　looking　resplendent　in　
a　yellow　eyeletTocca　sundress。　Thank　goodness　she　changed。J　inBed；　Bath　and　Beyond　；　already　
decorating　her　room　atWaverly　Prep。　D　buying　a　whole　bucketful　of　red　roses　for　guess　who？　
Good　thing　she　didn？t　leave　town；　but　too　bad　she？s　forgotten　all　about　him！　Tonight　should　betr？s；　
tr？s　interessant　。　

See　you　then！　

You　know　you　love　me。　


　gossip　girl　

It　was　the　best　of　times；　it　was　the　worst　of　times　

Still　wearing　her　perfectly　fitted　white　satin　Oscar　de　la　Renta　suit；　Blair　sat　on　Lord　Marcus？s　
knee　on　a　brown　leather　wing…back　chair　in　the　Yale　Club　lounge；　feeling　weirdly　content　as　
throngs　of　people　wandered　into　her　graduation　party　with　their　yearbooks　tucked　under　their　arms。　
She　and　Lord　Marcus　hadn？t　had　a　chance　to　consummate　her　graduationyet　；　but　as　soon　as　the　
party　kicked　into　high　gear；　they？d　slip　up　to　her　suite　and　do　it　once　and　for　all。　She？d　already　
filled　the　suite　with　Diptyque　candles　in　scents　of　sandalwood；　bergamot；　and　lime；　and　
underneath　her　suit　she　was　wearing　her　favorite　new　cream…colored　embroidered　cotton　
Cosabella　camisole…and…thong　set。　

The　lounge　was　its　same　crusty　old　New　York　self；　except　for　the　six　flat…screen　Pioneer　TVs　
hanging　from　the　wood…paneled　walls；　running　Vanessa？s　latest　film　on　a　constant　loop。　The　fact　
that　all　the　characters　in　the　film　were　slowly　trickling　into　the　party　made　it　seem　like　the　opening　
night　of　an　edgy　new　documentary；　and　everyone　at　the　party　felt　totally　famous。　

？I　told　you　I　was　telegenic；？　Chuck　Bass　crowed；　watching　himself　onscreen。　He？d　arrived　with　
an　entourage　of　crew…cutted　boys　in　gray　flannel　uniforms　no　one　else　there　had　ever　laid　eyes　on　
before。　

That？s　because　he？d　raided　the　sophomore　class　of　some　random　Catholic　school　near　his　Sutton　
Place　apartment　and　paid　the　boys　to　e。　

？They？re　cute；？　Isabel　remarked；　eyeballing　a　particularly　innocent；　wide…eyed…looking　boy　who　
was　signing　Chuck？s　Riverside　Prep　yearbook　with　a　yellow　highlighter　pen。　Isabel　had　changed　
into　a　pair　of　cutoff　Rogan　jeans　and　a　cut…up　red　Juicy　Couture　T…shirt　and　was　looking　almost　
indecently　slutty。　

The　boy　eyeballed　her　back。　He？d　never　seen　so　much　well…tended　exposed　skin。　Maybe　it　was　
his　lucky　night！　

　？They？re　only；　like；　thirteen　years　old；？　Kati　scoffed　as　she　flipped　through　her　yearbook；　
counting　how　many　people　had　signed　it。　She　was　saving　her　virginity　for　college。　Sort　of。　
Technically　she？d　already　lost　it　to　Chuck　Bass　at　a　party　at　Serena？s　house；　like；　two　years　ago；　
but　she？d　been　so　drunk　at　the　time；　she　didn？t　even　remember　it。　

Lord　Marcus　slipped　something　cool　and　wonderful　around　Blair？s　neck。　Blair　touched　her　
collarbone　and　glanced　down。　It　was　a　Bvlgari　pearl　choker　exactly　like　the　one　she？d　borrowed　


from　her　mother　for　herBreakfast　at　Fred？s　audition；　only　ten　times　nicer。　Each　pearl　in　the　strand　
was　its　own　unique　shape；　imperfect　and　perfect　at　the　same　time；　fastened　by　an　ornate　gold　clasp　
shaped　like　the　letterB　。　？Congratulations；　Bee；？　he　murmured；　kissing　her　on　the　nape　of　the　
neck。　

　Bee？　

Blair　had　always　wanted　a　nickname。　She　tilted　her　chin　up　to　kiss　him　on　the　mouth；　feeling　
drunk　with　happiness　and　all　the　vodka　she？d　consumed　with　Vanessa　in　the　hours　between　
graduation　and　now。　She　had　an　insanely　cute　new　car；　an　insanely　hot　new　boyfriend；　and　she　was　
going　to　Yale　in　the　fall。　The　pearls　were　just　accessories　for　her　already…perfect　life。　

Well；　aren？t　we　smug？　

？I？d　love　for　you　to　e　to　England　this　summer；？　Lord　Marcus　whispered；　his　lips　brushing　
Blair？s　hair。　？My　family？s　desperate　to　meet　you。　You　could　stay　at　the　house。　And　maybe　we　
could　even　fly　to　Paris　and　see　your　dad　while　you？re　over。？　

Blair？s　breath　caught　in　her　throat　and　she　turned　around；　blinking　up　at　him　like　a　vacant　
cartoon　princess　who？d　just　been　woken　from　a　witch？s　spell。　He？d　only　asked　her　to　visit　him；　
but　it　had　sounded　almost　like　？a　marriage　proposal　。　He　was　her　prince；　her　knight？well；　not　
exactly；　but　a　lord　was　almost　the　same　thing。　He？d　swooped　in　on　his　white　stallion；　swept　her　off　
her　feet；　and　now　he　wanted　to　take　her　home　to　meet　his　parents　because　soon？maybe　even　
sometime　this　summer？he　was　going　to　give　her　an　incredibly　rare　diamond　ring；　kneel　down　
before　her；　and　ask　her　to　marry　him。　

Not　that　he　actually　mentioned　marriage。　And　when　exactly　did　a　white　stallion　enter　the　picture？　

？Yes；？　Blair　responded　blissfully。　？Oh；　yes！？　

It　was　more　of　a　response　to　the　marriage　proposal　in　her　head　than　to　Lord　Marcus？s　original　
proposal；　but　in　the　world　according　to　Blair；　they　were　intrinsically　linked：　She　would　go　to　
England　and　she　would　e　back　engaged　to　Lord　Marcus。　

Even　though　she　was　only　s