gossip girl 7 英文-第8部分

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Please　leave　a　brief　message　and　we　will　return　your　call　as　soon　as　possible。〃　

A　streetcar　Named　Desire；　starring　Marlon　Brando　and　Vivien　Leigh；　was　about　to　start。　Another　
old　favorite。　Blair　put　the　white　terrycloth　bathrobe　back　on　a　fluffed　up　the　pillows　on　the　giant　
bed。　Then　she　dialed　room　service　again。　〃A　hot　fudge　sundae；　please。　And　a　pack　of　Merit　Ultra　
Lights。〃　

She　sank　back　on　the　pillows　and　closed　her　eyes。　When　she　left　his　house；　Nate　had　been　partying　
with　a　bunch　of　stoners；　including　an　annoying　French　hippie　chick　named　Lexique。　That　stupid；　
lazy　asshole　who　so　didn't　deserve　to　go　to　Yale　probably　hadn't　even　noticed　that　Blair　had　left。　
Tears　seeped　out　from　under　her　closed　lids。　Nate　hadn't　changed。　Nothing　had　changed…　except　
the　status　of　her　virginity。　She　bit　her　lip　and　fought　back　an　angry　sob。　Well；　so　what？　Nate　didn't　
deserve　sex。　Besides；　eating　a　hot　fudge　sundae　in　a　Plaza　hotel　bed　while　plotting　her　revenge　on　
her　asshole…of…a…loser…soon…to…be…ex…boyfriend　was　even　better　than　sex。　

Way　better。　

K　AND　I　TAKE　THEIR　JOBS　SUPER…SERIOUSLY　

Dear　Seniors；　


We　are　so　excited　for　next　Friday；　which　as　you　know　is　Senior　Cut　Day；　now　known　as　the　first　
day　of　SENIOR　SPA　WEEKEND！！！！　Yes；　it's　a　school　day。　Unfortunately　we'll　be　too　busy　getting　
ready　for　our　hot…stone　facials　and　seaweed　body　wraps　to　remember　to　show　up！　Please　don't　be　
worried　about　getting　into　trouble…　not　that　you　really　are。　Senior　Cut　Day　is　an　ancient　Constance　
Billard　School　tradition；　and　no　one's　ever　been　expelled　or　even　punished　for　it。　

So　here's　what's　happening。　

Thursday　night　at　6：30　P。M　we'll　board　the　Archibald　family's　big　sailboat；　which　is　docked　at　
Battery　Park　City。　The　Archibalds　are　having　their　annual　benefit　cruise　to　the　Hamptons；　and　they　
have　generously　offered　us　a　ride。　As　soon　as　we　dock　in　Sag　Harbor；　we'll　be　picked　up　by　a　fleet　
of　limos；　which　will　whisk　us　off　to　Isabel　Coates's　totally　amazing　beach　house；　where　the　
biggest；　bestest　girls…only　slumber　party　will　take　place。　NO　BOYS　ALLOWED。　In　the　morning　
we'll　have　breakfast　by　the　pool；　catered　by。。。　TBA　（we're　working　on　getting　the　chef　who　helped　
Julia　Roberts　lose　all　that　weight　after　having　her　twins）。　After　that；　a　day　of　treatment　brought　to　
us　by　Origins。　And　everyone　will　get　an　Origins　gift　bag　valued　at　three　hundred　dollars　to　take　
home　wither　totally　refreshed　and　revitalized　new　self！　

Dress：　Resort　casual。　Towels；　hairdryers；　bath；　and　beauty　products　galore　will　be　supplied。　No　
dogs；　please　even　if　they　are　really　small。　And　NO　BOYS！　

Let's　heard　it　for　an　amazing　weekend　of　bonding　with　the　girls！　

Big　Smoochies！！　

Love；　

Your　classmates　Kati　Farkas　and　Isabel　Coates　

P。S　We　put　a　suggestion　box　in　the　senior　lounge；　so　your　ideas　are　wele；　not　that　we　haven't　
already　planned　the　most　perfect　day！　
P。P。S　Two；　four；　six；　eight；　only　one　month　till　we　graduate！！！　
Gossipgirl

　HEY　PEOPLE！　


SOME　RECENT　OBSERVATIONS　

THE　CASTAWAYS　
I　honestly　don't　know　what's　gotten　into　a　certain　group　of　people　lately。　I　mean　is　it　okay　to　just；　
like；　disappear？？　Apparently　a　bunch　of　boys　we　all　know　and　love　（at　least　most　of　the　time）　have　
hijacked　a　very　large；　well…appointed　sailboat　and　are　headed　into　the　Atlantic。　It　could　be　just　
another　senior　prank；　except　that　half　the　boys　on　the　boat　are　juniors。　It's　kind　of　random　time　to　
take　off；　especially　when　all　of　us　girls　could　use　a　little　entertainment。　Just　who　do　they　think　
they　are…　Christopher　Colombus？　

YOU　HEARD　IT　HERE　FIRST　

They　have　their　choice　of　guys；　but　for　whatever　reason；　models　can't　get　enough　of　guys　with　
guitars。　Rumor　has　it　the　latest　couple　of　the　moment　is　a　certain　blond…haired　Fifth　
Avenue…dwelling　senior　girl　and　the　lead　guitarist　from　the　Raves。　How；　when；　and　where　they　
met　is　a　plete　mystery；　but　talk　about　a　perfect　couple！　

TO　GAP　OR　NOT　TO　GAP？　

Don't　even　try　to　pretend　it　was　someone　else：　I　saw　you　sneaking　into　the　Gap　on　Eighty…sixth　
and　Madison　and　actually　trying　on　a　plum…colored　Juicy　Couture　terrycloth　zip…up　hoodie　in　the　
kids'　section。　Okay；　I'm　a　snooping　bitch。　But　the　reason　I'm　ratting　you　out　is　I　tried　the　very　same　
hoodie　on；　and；　unlike　you　（although　I　know　you　wanted　to）；　I　bought　three　of　them！　Why　not？　
They're　cute；　and　we're　going　to　need　lots　of　terrycloth　cover…ups　to　wear　après　le　pool　this　
summer。　Plus　we'll　probably　spill　Campari　or　crème　de　menthe　or　something　equally　devastating　
all　over　ourselves；　so　we'll　need　more　than　one。　Besides；　terrycloth　is　terrycloth；　and　what　better　
way　to　show　off　your　white　new　jacquard　Gucci　bikini　than　with　a　cute　plum…colored　hoodie？　
Think　of　it　as　a　get…out…of…jail…free　card：　you're　still　not　allowed　to　buy　jeans　there　…　heaven　forbid…　
but　you　can　now　have　my　permission　to　purchase　certain　necessary　items　at　the　Gap。　

YOUR　E…MAIL　

Q：　Dear　GG；　
Are　you　ever　going　to　tell　us　where　you're　going　to　college　next　year？　Have　you　even　decided？　
…qrs　
A：　Dear　qrs；　
That's　for　me　to　know　and　you　to　find　out。　But　let　me　ask　you　this…　do　I　strike　you　as　the　
indecisive　type？　
…GG　
Q：　Dear　GG；　
I　heard　Damian　Polk　from　the　Raves　used　to　live　in　the　same　building　as　that　blond　model　you're　
always　talking　about。　They've　known　each　other　since　they　were　babies　and　they　used　to　hook　up　

in　the　elevator　in　the　middle　of　the　night；　while　the　=doorman　was　napping。　
…ob…v…us　

A：　Dear　ob…v…us；　
That's　a　great　story；　but　I　heard　Damian's　family　lived　in　Ireland　until　he　was　thirteen。　Hence　his　
funny　accent　and　the　reason　why　he's　always　seems　a　little　drunk。　
…GG　
Q：　Dear　GG；　
I　run　the　crew　on　a　sailboat　that　belongs　to　a　prominent　New　York　family。　The　son；　who　I　hear　has　
been　in　lots　of　trouble　before；　took　off　in　the　sailboat　yesterday　evening　and　hasn't　returned。　I'm　
afraid　his　ass　will　be　grass　whenever　he　gets　back；　because　his　dad　is　kind　of　tough。　
…captain　
A：　Dear　captain；　
His　ass　is　already　grass；　for　more　reasons　than　that！　
…GG　
SIGHTINGS　

S　and　an　unidentified　blond　hunk…　possibly　her　brother　or　possibly　that　guitarist　from　the　Raves…　at　
the　Central　Park　Zoo；　feeding　left…over　sushi　from　lunch　at　Nicole's　to　the　sea　lions。　B　buying　two　
La　Perla　nighties　at　Barneys。　She　seems　to　have　developed　an　addiction　to　lingerie；　but　what　else　
can　one　wear　while　lounging　alone　in　a　Plaza　Hotel　suite；　waiting　for　one's　boyfriend　to　turn　up。　D　
at　Yellow　Rat　Bastard　on　lower　Broadway；　trying　on　every　hat　in　the　store。　V　purchasing　a　new　lip　
ring　…　ew！　…　at　a　piercing　place　in　Williamsburg。　J　in　Barneys　Co…op　trying　on　every　pair　of　Seven　
Jeans　in　the　store　ignoring　the　salesperson's　suggestion　that　she'd　have　better　luck　finding　jeans　
that　fit　in　Bloomingdale's　children's　department。　K　and　I　at　Jackson　Hole　again；　scheming　again。　
N…　not。　Where　in　the　hell　is　N　anyway？　

Don't　worry　I'll　find　him。　

You　know　you　love　me；　

Gossip　Girl　


MODELS　WHO　DATE　ROCK　STARS　

〃How　e　no　matter　what　I　wear　I　always　look　like　a　cartoon　character〃　Jenny　plained　to　her　
friend　and　Constance　Billard　School　classmate　Elise　Wells。　It　was　Saturday　night　and　they　were　
getting　ready　for　Dan's　gig　with　the　Raves　at　Funkiton；　a　new　music　venue　in　revamped　fire　
station　on　Orchard　Street。　Jenny　glanced　at　Elise。　〃And　you　always　look　so　normal。〃　

The　two　girls　regarded　their　reflection　in　the　full…length　mirror　on　the　back　of　Jenny's　closet　door。　
Jenny　was　wearing　a　stretchy　red　top　with　cap　sleeves　and　a　plunging　U…shaped　neckline　that　
made　her　breast　look　gargantuan。　She　was　barely　five　feet　tall；　and　her　very　first　pair　of　seven　
jeans　had　always　been　too　long　for　her　when　she　bought　them　at　Bloomingdale's；　so　she　had　the　
lady　at　the　dry　cleaner's　on　Broadway　and　Ninety…eighth　shorten　them　about　ten　inches。　Now　she　
noticed　that　the　purposely　〃antiqued〃　spot　on　each　leg　where　her　knee　was　supposed　to　be　fell　at　
mid…shin。　The　only　acceptable　part　of　Jenny's　body　was　her　head。　She　liked　her　big；　far…apart　
brown　eyes；　her　clear　whiter　skin；　her　red　lips；　and　her　curly　brown　hair　with　its　straight；　severe　
nags　across　the　forehead。　As　Serena　once　told　her；　she　looked　like　a　Prada　model…　with　oversized　
breast　implants　and　stumps　for　legs；　although　Serena　would　never　have　said　that　part。　

Elise's　body　was　totally　the　opposite。　She　was　seven　inches　taller　than　Jenny；　with　long　skinny　
legs；　long　skinny　arms；　and　a　flat　chest。　Nothing　was　ever　too　tight　on　her；　except　maybe　in　the　
belly　region；　which　had　sort　of　a　doughnut　roll　around　it。　But　that　was　easily　hidden　beneath　a　
shirt。　There　was　really　nothing　Jenny　could　do　to　hide　her　chest。　Then　again；　Elise　was　covered　in　
Freckles…　there　were　even　freckles　on　her　eyelids…　she　had　chin　length　straw…yellow　hair　that　was　
so　thick　and　so　coarse；　she　could　barely　fit　it　into　a　rubber　band。　

Well　nobody's　perfect。　Except　for　maybe　a　very　select　few　of　us。　

〃Let's　trade　tops；〃　Elise　suggested。　She　pulled　off　her　black　V…neck　T…shirt　and　handed　it　to　Jenny。　

〃Okay；〃　Jenny　responded　dubiously；　and　pulled　off　her　red　one。　Elise's　shirt　was　from　Express；　and　
hers　was　from　Anthropologie；　which　was　slightly　nicer；　but　Jenny　didn't　want　to　hurt　Elise's　
feelings　by　saying　anything。　Besides　the　results　were　astronomical。　Jenny's　chest　looked　almost　
modest　in　the　black　top；　and　the　red　top　made　Elise's　hair　gleam　with　strawberry　highlights　neither　
of　them　had　ever　known　she　had。　

〃I　bet　Serena　van　der　Woodsen　doesn't　even　look　at　herself　before　she　goes　out；〃　Jenny　declared。　
She　dropped　down　on　her　knees　and　started　crawling　around　the　room。　〃She　probably　doesn't　even　
have　to　try　stuff　on；　except　for　maybe　shoes。〃　


Elise　put　her　hands　on　her　hips。　〃What　are　you　doing？〃　

〃Wearing　in　the　knees　on　my　jeans；〃　Jenny　replied；　still　crawling。　〃Did　you　hear　about　Serena　and　
Damian　from　the　Raves？〃　

Elise　nodded。　Everyone　had　heard。　

Jenny　crawled　across　the　matted　pink　carpet　to　her　closet　to　select　a　pair　of　shoes。　Of　course；　
Serena　never　had　to　crawl　around　like　a　dog　in　an　attempt　to　make　her　jeans　look　normal。　〃I　don't　
know　how　she　does　it。〃　She　pulled　her　new　Michael　Kors　gold　toe…ring　sandals　and　slid　them　on。　
Her　dad　said　the　sandals　looked　like　something　a　belly　dancer　would　wear；　but　she'd　gotten　them　
for　free　at　the　W　photo　shoot；　and　they　were　the　nicest　pair　of　shoes　she　owned。　

How　strange　that　she'd　had　that　little　moment　of　superstardom…　that　photo　shoot　with　Serena…　and　
now　she　was　back　to　being　plain　old　her；　a　fourteen…going…on　fifteen…year…old　girl　with　big　
ambitions　and　an　even　bigger　chest。　It　wasn't　like　her　life's　ambition　was　to　quit　school　at　the　age　
of　fourteen　and　bee　a　super　model；　but　it　would　have　been　kind　of　nice　if　someone　asked　her　
to。　

Jenny　stood　up　and　brushed　off　the　knees　of　her　jeans。　They　were　pletely；　disappointedly　
unfaded　and；　except　for　the　wonky　placement　of　the　distressed　part　of　the　denim；　pletely　
uninteresting…just　like　everything　else　in　her　closet。　Serena's　clothes　were　always　so　perfectly　
frayed；　faded　and　worn；　belying　the　colorful　and　mysterious　his