gossip girl 7 英文- 第35部分


Q：　Dear　GG；　
I　volunteer　in　the　admissions　office　at　my　college；　which　happens　to　be　one　of　the　lvies；　and　my　
friends　and　I　have　spent　a　lot　of　time　courting　this　one　ining　freshmen　because　we　think　she'd　
be　the　perfect　pledge　for　our　sorority。　She'd　gorgeous　and　smart　and　talented…　just　like　we　are。　The　
thing　is；　she　hasn't　answered　a　single　one　of　our　e…mails。　I　know　it　sounds　corny；　but　what　if　we　
sent　her；　like；　a　care　package　or　something…　do　you　think　it　would　help？　
…PrincetonBabe　
A：　Dear　Princeton　Babe；　
I　hate　to　break　it　to　you；　but　I　don't　think　so。　
…GG　
SIGHTINGS　

C　at　Tower　Records　buying　a　pirated　version　of　the　latest　Raves　single　starring　none　other　than　D；　
who　is　supposedly　his　least…favorite　person　of　all　time。　Is　it　the　music　or　the　words　that　he　can't　
resist？　K　and　I　sampling　acne…clearing　Origins　products　at　the　Madison　Avenue　store　and　
inadvertently　slipping　a　few　freebies　into　their　Tod's　bags　when　the　sales　assistant　turned　her　back。　
B　and　V　plying　the　grocery　store　delivery　man　with　a　box　of　Godiva　truffles　to　get　him　to　carry　
their　shopping　bags　up　three　flights　to　their　apartment　door。　And　those　were　those　black…and…white　
toile　curtains　with　balloon　valances　we　saw　in　the　windows？　Guess　they're　both　learning　to　
promise！　

THE　CALM　BEFORE　THE　STORM；　

This　week　I've　actually　witnessed　my　classmates　hanging　around　in　front　of　school　after　it　gets　out；　
chatting　about　their　summer　plans；　and　drinking　iced　lattes。　A　few　weeks　ago　we　were　skipping　
class　to　sunbathe　in　the　park；　listening　to　out　MP3s　and　barely　speaking　to　one　another。　Now　we　
don't　know　what　to　do　with　ourselves；　and　we　can't　stand　to　be　alone。　Chalk　it　up　to　the　cloudy；　
humid；　airless　May　weather；　and　the　fact　that　in　less　than　four　weeks　some　of　us　will　never　see　
each　other　again。　I'm　also　convinced　that　something's　cooking。　Just　watch：　e　Friday；　all　hell　
will　break　loose。　

I'll　be　there　with　bells　on！　

You　know　you　love　me；　

Gossip　Girl　


S　IS　UNIMPRESSED　

A　nice…sized　trust　fund　from　his　great…grandfather；　who　was　involved　in　the　invention　of　Velcro；　
and　the　money　from　the　Raves'　best　selling　album；　'Jimmy　and　Jane'。　Had　bought　twenty…three　
year　old　Damian　Polk　a　cute　four　story　white　town　house　with　red　shutters　on　quaint　Bedford　
Street　was　only　three　blocks　long；　dotted　with　intimate　restaurants；　cozy　cafés；　historic　houses；　a　
famous　speakeasy；　and　gorgeous　gay　men　walking　their　toy　dogs。　Outside；　the　house　looked　like　
an　antique　dollhouse；　but　inside　it　was　a　showplace　for　modern；　minimalist　white　furniture。　Rumor　
had　it　that　although　Damian　wore　all　sorts　of　colors　onstage；　he　never　wore　anything　but　white　
inside　his　house；　and　never　allowed　his　guests　to　wear　anything　but　white　either；　not　even　blue　
jeans。　

Too　bad　he　forgot　to　tell　certain　people　that　particular　rule。　

The　front　door　was　standing　open；　and　Serena　climbed　the　white　and　marble　steps　to　the　second　
floor；　wearing　her　favorite　pair　of　Blue　Cult　flares；　a　cropped　hot　pink　T…shirt；　and　a　crazy　pair　of　
Hollywood　hot　pink　platform　flip　flops　that　were　a　challenge　to　walk　in。　She　could　hear　some　sort　
of　psychedelic　jazz　music　playing；　the　clink　of　glasses；　and　the　murmur　of　voices。　

Jenny　Humphrey　was　sitting　cross…legged　on　the　white　lacquered　counter　top　of　the　island　in　
Damian's　white　open　kitchen；　drinking　a　glass　of　milk。　Her　hair　was　in　pigtails　and　she　was　
wearing　a　white　cotton　undershirt　and　white　cotton　boxer　shorts。　

〃Hey！〃　she　cried；　bouncing　off　the　counter　to　greet　Serena。　〃Damian　said　you　were　ing。　He's　
in　the　shower。〃　She　tip…toed　over　in　her　bare　feet　and　tilted　her　lily　white　chin　up　to　kiss　Serena's　
cheek。　〃I'm　so　glad　you're　here。〃　

Well；　hello；　little　hostess　to　the　mostest！　What　a　change　from　the　Jenny　who　only　last　week　was　
pletely　gaga　at　the　opportunity　to　be　invited　into　Serena's　home。　And　wasn't　she　like　banned　
from　hanging　out　wit　the　Raves　ever　again？　

As　if　that　made　a　difference。　

〃I　snuck　out；〃　Jenny　whispered。　〃Dad　was　watching　some　totally　boring　Allen　Ginsberg　


documentary。　He　thinks　I'm　in　my　room；　like；　painting　or　something。〃　

Ah；　painting。　It　used　to　be　her　only　pastime；　back　when　she　was　young　and　innocent。　

Serena　smiled　down　at　her　petite；　curly…haired　protégé；　feeling　oddly　out　of　place。　The　other　
party…goers　lounged　on　the　white　suede　sectional　sofa　in　the　vaulted　white　living　room　adjoining　
the　kitchen；　dressed　head…t…toe　in　white；　drinking　giant　gin　martinis　with　hard…boiled　eggs　floating　
in　them。　One　wall　of　the　living　room　was　decorated　with　white　paper　snow　flake　cut…outs　like　the　
kind　you　made　in　kindergarten；　and　another　wall　was　painted　to　look　like　bookshelves　filled　with　
white　books。　

Because　real　books　are　too　colorful？　

A　tall　skinny　guy　was　sitting　on　a　wooly　white　polar　bear　rug　wearing　only　a　white　terrycloth　
bathrobe。　A　huge　brown…and…black　dog　lay　beside　him；　its　enormous　brown…and…black　head　buried　
in　his　lap…　the　only　bit　of　color　in　an　entirely　white　room。　

〃Ooh　la　la！〃　Jenny　chirped　giddily　as　Damian　appeared；　still　damp　from　the　shower　and　wearing　
nothing　but　a　pair　of　white　cashmere　sweatpants。　His　reddish　blond　hair　was　still　damp；　and　drops　
of　water　had　collected　in　the　indentations　of　his　collarbone。　His　arms　and　chest　were　covered　with　
tiny　freckles　and　big　muscles；　and　yes；　he　was　even　more　good…looking　in　person　than　on　his　
albums　covers。　

〃Hello；〃　Serena　greeted　him；　feeling　uncharacteristically　star　struck。　And　how　e　no　one　told　
her　about　the　all…white　dress　code？　Was　she　just　supposed　to　know？　

〃Now　I　know　why　everyone　said　I　had　to　meet　you。〃　He　said　automatically　when　he　saw　Serena。　

Serena　blushed　at　the　pliment；　but　she　couldn't　think　of　anything　to　say。　A　rare　occasion　for　
her…　the　van　der　Woodsens　were　bred　to　say　the　right　thing　at　the　right　time　at　all　times。　

Jenny　took　Serena's　hand　and　then　Damian's；　standing　between　them　like　a　buxom　flower　girl　at　
an　arranged　marriage。　〃You　have　to　show　Serena　your　bedroom；〃　she　told　Damian。　She　turned　to　
Serena。　〃His　bedroom　is　so　cool。〃　

Yeah？　How　would　she　know？　

Damian　shrugged　and　starting　walking　into　the　living　room；　pulling　Jenny　and　Serena　along　with　
him。　〃e；　sit　down。　Kelly　and　Ping　should　be　here　any　minute。〃　

〃Cool；〃　Serena　responded；　although　she　had　no　idea　who　he　was　talking　about。　Kelly　and　Ping…　
were　they　another　band？　A　clown　act？　DJs？　

〃Yum。　They　have　the　best　pad　Thai　ever；〃　Jenny　said；　like　she'd　been　eating　from　the　SoHo　Asian　


eatery　all　her　life。　

〃Yum；〃　Serena　agreed。　What　was　wrong　with　her？　She　wasn't　even　hungry。　

Jenny　broke　away　from　then　and　perched　on　some　guy's　knee。　He　had　dark　hair　and　dimpled　
cheeks　and　was　wearing　white　painters　overalls；　looking　every　bit　like　the　Raves'　drummer；　Lloyd　
Collins。　

Cuz　that's　exactly　who　he　was。　

〃Hi　Serena；〃　Lloyd　greeted　her　in　that　taunting；　cocky　way　of　his。　〃I　feel　like　we're　sisters　
already；〃　he　added；　flapping　his　wrists　and　pretending　to　be　Damian's　long…lost　gay　twin。　

〃Damian　just　made　a　recording　of　me　singing　'Happy　Birthday　to　Me'。　He's　going　to