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q: dear gossip girl,
i’m a sophomore womyn who’s always dated other womyn. i had a sense my last girlfriend was more of a bug—you know, a bisexual until graduation, which is one of those acronyms i hate, but it’s become so accepted in popular society that at least people are talking about it. anyway, this bug not only broke up with me, but she’s dating this dumb football player who i know for a fact always defaces our womyn’s center posters. should i stage an intervention?
—stilllove
a: dear still love,
i’m sorry to hear about your romantic woes, but if your ex is just a bug to you, then maybe she wasn’t worth it to begin with. instead of postering for the womyn’s center, post a personal ad. who knows what will happen beats dr dre headphones sale!
—gg
q: dear gossip girl,
there’s a guy in my poetry class who’s that tortured, soulful type—the kind of guy who’s too busy being an artist to even think about things like food. i’ve only seen him ingest instant coffee and cigarettes, which i think is cute, but my suitemates find creepy. what do you think?
—hotforsoulful
a: dear hfs,
sounds like this particular soul may be in mourning for a muse. my advice: tortured artists rarely make stable partners. instead, find a happy-go-lucky communications major and read poetry to each other.
—gg
ready, set, go… again
one of the best things about being in school is the opportunity to have two fresh starts a year. there’s september, with the new housing assignments, new books, and new professors; it’s the start of the academic year. but january 1 is a golden do-over opportunity. and some of us just might need a do-over. here’s to second chances.
you know you love me,
gossip girl
you never can say goodbye
“you okay, son?” captain archibald placed a firm hand on nate’s shoulder outside all souls church on lexington avenue. around them, patrons were spilling out of the church onto the cold stone steps. white lilies were set up around the entrance of the church as if for a celebration, not a funeral.
“i’m fine,” nate muttered, though he was anything but fine. his brooks brothers blazer was too tight across his shoulders, and his sky-blue hermès tie felt like it was choking him. it didn’t feel right to be dressed like this, it didn’t feel right to be back in new york, and it definitely didn’t feel right to be at chips’s funeral. he couldn’t believe chips was dead. he’d had cancer and hadn’t even bothered to tell nate he’d been sick. he’d been slowly dying for months now in lenox hill hospital and hadn’t bothered to call, or e-mail, or even send a letter.
nate hadn’t planned to come back to new york for the holidays. he’d been at deep springs college for the past eight months, trying to sort his mind out. he’d thought he’d done that with chips on the belinda. that he had a handle on who he was and what he wanted from life. that serena and blair wouldn’t confuse him as much as they had before.
but nothing could have been further than the truth. after he saw them fighting, it was all too apparent that he could never be around them anymore. there were too many feelings, too much history, too many swirling emotions. it practically killed him that he was the one who’d caused all the problems in their friendship. |
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