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Author: Cecily von Ziegesar
Tags: Juvenile Fiction, Social Issues, Adolescence, Lifestyles, City & Town Life, Social Themes
while trying to be the next Gisele. gossipgirl.co.uk
topics previous next post a question reply Disclaimer: All the real names of places, people, and events have been altered or abbreviated to protect the innocent. Namely, me.
HEY, PEOPLE!
The worst idea ever
So it's Thursday already and no one's heard anything yet. Hello?? And it's all due to this annoyingly dumb idea the U.S. Postal Service had. Apparently last year at this time, the postal service got millions of calls from college-bound seniors accusing them of losing their admissions letters and even tampering with the content of the letters. Right, like some mailman really cares if you got into Princeton or not. So this year they decided to try something called the National College Admission Letter Pool, which sounds a lot more intelligent than it really is. Basically it means that colleges are required to send their acceptance let-ters out in bundles according to zip code so the post office can deliver them all at once.
As if we haven't already suffered enough. Anyway, rumor has it the bundles went out on Monday, and since we all basically live in the same zip code, we should be getting ours, like... TODAY!!
Your e-mail
Dear GG,
You are the bomb. FYI, everyone: Party at my dad's restau-rant tonight. True West, Pier Hotel, top floor, West Street. I've reserved a couple suites in the hotel too so there will be plenty of space to blow off steam. Stay cool.
--jay
No, you are the bomb. See you tonight!
--GG
Sightings
B, harassing her mailman. It's because of people like her that we're all suffering right now! S reading the personal ads in Time Out dur-ing her Mandarin Oriental Spa pedicure. Interestingly enough, she was kind of stuck on the Women Seeking Women page. D sitting on the marble floor in the lobby of his apartment building right under the mailboxes, writing furiously in a little black notebook. Guess the pres-sure's getting to him. N drinking highballs with his parents at the Yale Club. Celebrating so early? J buying a three-foot-high stack of fash-ion magazines at her local newsstand. Is she researching a school assignment or just making a collage? And V, interviewing anybody and everybody. That's going to be one fed-up movie!
If you have a big dog who likes to bite mailmen, please keep him on a leash.
And remember people, we're all in this together.
You know you love me,
gossip girl on your marks, get set, rrrip!!
"Oh my God, I can't breathe," Blair gasped dramatically. She hugged one of her stepbrother Aaron's barley-husk-filled bed pillows against her stomach. "I'm going to throw up."
It wouldn't be the first time.
"Calm down," Serena advised, arranging two little piles of white, cream, and manila envelopes on top of Aaron's egg-plant-colored hemp bedspread. Her instincts in the park the other day about this little letter-opening party had been dead accurate. Blair was simply way too competitive to be civilized about the whole thing.
"I'm going to die," Blair moaned, clutching her stomach.
The two girls sat cross-legged on top of Aaron's bed in his bedroom, which was actually Blair's room from now until she went away to college. Her real bedroom was being made over into a nursery for Yale, her new baby half-sister, due to arrive in June. Aaron had moved in with her little brother, Tyler. Blair despised the room's ecofriendly decor and the persistent odor of stale soy hot dogs and herbal cigarettes. She was even thinking of petitioning for a suite at the Carlyle Hotel on Madison, at least until graduation.
Talk about perfect setting for a post-getting-into-Yale rendezvous with Nate! But first things first: she had to get in.
On the bed between the two girls were two piles of envelopes, stacked facedown so that the return addresses were hidden. There were seven in Blair's stack and five in Serena's, yet Serena's stack was taller. There was no question about it: Serena's envelopes were suspiciously fatter.
"Okay.
topics previous next post a question reply Disclaimer: All the real names of places, people, and events have been altered or abbreviated to protect the innocent. Namely, me.
HEY, PEOPLE!
The worst idea ever
So it's Thursday already and no one's heard anything yet. Hello?? And it's all due to this annoyingly dumb idea the U.S. Postal Service had. Apparently last year at this time, the postal service got millions of calls from college-bound seniors accusing them of losing their admissions letters and even tampering with the content of the letters. Right, like some mailman really cares if you got into Princeton or not. So this year they decided to try something called the National College Admission Letter Pool, which sounds a lot more intelligent than it really is. Basically it means that colleges are required to send their acceptance let-ters out in bundles according to zip code so the post office can deliver them all at once.
As if we haven't already suffered enough. Anyway, rumor has it the bundles went out on Monday, and since we all basically live in the same zip code, we should be getting ours, like... TODAY!!
Your e-mail
Dear GG,
You are the bomb. FYI, everyone: Party at my dad's restau-rant tonight. True West, Pier Hotel, top floor, West Street. I've reserved a couple suites in the hotel too so there will be plenty of space to blow off steam. Stay cool.
--jay
No, you are the bomb. See you tonight!
--GG
Sightings
B, harassing her mailman. It's because of people like her that we're all suffering right now! S reading the personal ads in Time Out dur-ing her Mandarin Oriental Spa pedicure. Interestingly enough, she was kind of stuck on the Women Seeking Women page. D sitting on the marble floor in the lobby of his apartment building right under the mailboxes, writing furiously in a little black notebook. Guess the pres-sure's getting to him. N drinking highballs with his parents at the Yale Club. Celebrating so early? J buying a three-foot-high stack of fash-ion magazines at her local newsstand. Is she researching a school assignment or just making a collage? And V, interviewing anybody and everybody. That's going to be one fed-up movie!
If you have a big dog who likes to bite mailmen, please keep him on a leash.
And remember people, we're all in this together.
You know you love me,
gossip girl on your marks, get set, rrrip!!
"Oh my God, I can't breathe," Blair gasped dramatically. She hugged one of her stepbrother Aaron's barley-husk-filled bed pillows against her stomach. "I'm going to throw up."
It wouldn't be the first time.
"Calm down," Serena advised, arranging two little piles of white, cream, and manila envelopes on top of Aaron's egg-plant-colored hemp bedspread. Her instincts in the park the other day about this little letter-opening party had been dead accurate. Blair was simply way too competitive to be civilized about the whole thing.
"I'm going to die," Blair moaned, clutching her stomach.
The two girls sat cross-legged on top of Aaron's bed in his bedroom, which was actually Blair's room from now until she went away to college. Her real bedroom was being made over into a nursery for Yale, her new baby half-sister, due to arrive in June. Aaron had moved in with her little brother, Tyler. Blair despised the room's ecofriendly decor and the persistent odor of stale soy hot dogs and herbal cigarettes. She was even thinking of petitioning for a suite at the Carlyle Hotel on Madison, at least until graduation.
Talk about perfect setting for a post-getting-into-Yale rendezvous with Nate! But first things first: she had to get in.
On the bed between the two girls were two piles of envelopes, stacked facedown so that the return addresses were hidden. There were seven in Blair's stack and five in Serena's, yet Serena's stack was taller. There was no question about it: Serena's envelopes were suspiciously fatter.
"Okay.
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