gossip girl 7 英文-第27章

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Blair　was　a　huge　old　movie　fan。　Back　in　November；　Blair　had　even　entered　a　film　contest　at　
school。　all　she'd　done　was　replay　the　first　ten　minutes　of　'Breakfast　at　Tiffany's'　over　and　over　to　
different　music；　because　in　her　opinion　it　was　the　perfect　first　ten　minutes　of　any　film　ever。　
Vanessa　had　won　the　contest　with　her　version　of　'War　and　Peace'；　starring　her　former　best　friend　
Dan　Humphrey　as　the　dying　Prince　Andrei。　That　had　been　before　they'd　even　kissed…　what　seemed　
like　a　century　ago。　

〃Anything　starring　Audrey　Hepburn。　Or　Jimmy　Stewart。　Or　Cary　Grant。　Or　Lauren　Bacall。〃　Blair　
clarified　breathlessly。　〃And　of　course；　'Gone　With　the　Wind'。〃　

If　there　was　one　thing　Vanessa　had　plenty　of；　it　was　film　equipment；　TVs；　videos；　and　DVDs。　
〃Don't　worry。　I'm　majoring　in　film　at　NYU　next　year。　I　have　everything；〃　Vanessa　assured　her。　〃All　
the　classics。〃　

〃And　how　do　you　get　to　school？〃　Blair　demanded；　wondering　if　she　might　have　to　learn　to　drive。　
Keeping　her　eyes　on　her　puter　screen；　she　wiggled　her　mouse　to　give　the　impression　that　she　
was　hard　at　work。　〃Isn't　there；　like；　some　bridge　you　have　to　cross？〃　

Considering　Manhattan　is　an　Island；　then　yes　probably　a　bride　would　be　involved。　

Vanessa　decided　to　humor　her。　Not　that　Blair　Waldorf　really　wanted　to　live　in　her　dodgy；　graffitied　
Brooklyn　apartment　building　with　its　view　of　other　dodgy；　graffitied　Brooklyn　apartment　buildings。　
〃The　L　train　goes　to　Union　Square　and　then　I　change　for　the　6。〃　

Huh？　

Blair　frowned。　Was　she　talking　about　the　subway？　

〃If　the　weather's　really　bad　or　I'm　really　late；　I　call　a　car　service；〃　Vanessa　admitted。　

Aha！　

〃And　do　you　mind。。。　you　know；　visitors？〃　Blair　asked。　

As　in　male　visitors？　

Vanessa　laughed。　〃As　long　as　they　don't　smell　and　they　bring　food。〃　

Blair　nodded　seriously。　She'd　have　her　very　own　apartment　in　which　to　have　wild　crazy　sex　with　
Stan　5　or　any　other　boy　she　chose；　and　she　would　turn　herself　into　the　sexiest；　most　pierced　and　
tattooed　girl　in　Williamsburg；　Nate　would　go　absolutely　crazy　with　regret。　〃I　think　this　could　work　
out；　don't　you？〃　

Vanessa's　brown　eyes　has　ceased　blinking。　〃But　we　hate　each　other；〃　she　said　matter…of…factly。　


Blair　rolled　her　eyes　and　knocked　her　tanned　bony　knee　against　Vanessa's　pale　round　one。　〃Oh；　
don't　be　such　a　snob；〃　she　huffed；　really　getting　into　her　new　role　as　Vanessa's　long…lost　hipster　
sister。　〃Now；　about　your　boyfriend　problem；〃　she　continued；　as　if　the　matter　was　already　closed。　
〃The　thing　is；　and　no　offense；　but　I　bet　you're　only　attracted　to　guys　who　are　kind　of　'alternative'；　
like　you…〃　Blair　clamped　her　mouth　shut；　as　her　brain　underwent　a　light　bulb　moment。　Why　she'd　
never　thought　of　it　before　she　didn't　know；　but　her　dreadlocked　so…called　alternative　stepbrother　
Aaron　and　the　shaven…headed；　black…wearing　Vanessa　were　absolutely　the　perfect　couple！　They　
could　paint　each　other's　toenails　black；　cook　vegan　sushi；　film　each　other's　hair　or　lack　thereof；　and　
otherwise　entertain　themselves　while　she　was　busy　seducing　the　boy　who　was　going　to　get　her　into　
Yale。　

See；　maybe　Williamsburg　really　is　for　lovers！　

Gossipgirl　

HEY　PEOPLE！　

THE　ODD　COUPLE　

Who　would've　thunk　it？　A　girl　married　to　her　eight…hundred…hundred…dollar　Manolos　has　
tentatively　moved　in　with　a　classmate　who　has　never　worn　anything　on　her　feet　but　steel…toed　Doc　
Marten　boots　and　black　Danskin　knee　socks。　One　thing　is　for　sure；　they　won't　be　sharing　clothes。　
But　since　they　e　from　two　entirely　different　planets；　they　definitely　have　a　lot　to　talk　about　and　
a　lot　to　learn。　A　sample　conversation：　

〃Have　you　seen　the　brush　for　my　Stila　bronzing　powder？　

〃Oh　are　you　doing　an　art　project？〃　

I'm　taking　all　bets　for　how　long　this　crazy　sleepover　is　going　to　last！　

QUEL　DESATRE！　

Word　alsohas　it　that　a　certain　French　tie…dye…wearing　hippie　chick　has　told　the　entire　world　that　
she　and　our　favorite　stoner　lacrosse　jock　aren't　just　seeing　each　other…　they're　in　love。　Uh…oh。　

Your　e…mail　


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　wea