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I　Will　Always　Love　You
Cecily　Von　Ziegesar
Love　is　like　war：　easy　to　begin　but　very　hard　to　stop。
—H。　L。　Mencken
hey　people！
ho；　ho；　ho！
’Tis　the　season　to　be　jolly。　Fa　la　la　la　la；　la　la　la　la。　Don　we　now　our　gay　apparel…　which　just　so　happens　to　have　been　made　for　us　by　the　little　elves　at　Givenchy　or　YSL　or　Oscar　de　la　Renta。　Who　are　we；　you　ask？　The　residents　of　Manhattan’s　Golden　Mile；　of　course—that　glorious　stretch　of　doorman　buildings　above　Fifty…ninth　Street　and　below　Eighty…sixth。　It’s　Christmastime；　time　to　deck　our　sprawling　Upper　East　Side　penthouses　with　silver　and　gold　baubles；　twinkly　lights；　velvet　bows；　and　chocolates　imported　from　belle　Paris。　Here　the　holidays　are　always　a　little　more　sparkly；　a　little　brighter；　a　little　better。　It’s　so；　so　good　to　be　back。

While　I’m　not　about　to　tell　you　where　I’ve　been　for　the　past　few　months；　I　will　tell　you　that　there　is　life　after　high　school。　Yes；　it　finally　happened：　We　went　to　college。　During　the　past　semester　we　encountered　people　who　haven’t　seen　us　naked　（yet）；　and　who　don’t　know　our　SAT　scores；　who　don’t　remember　that　time　we　wet　our　pants　in　kindergarten；　or　when　we　got　our　ears　pierced。　We’ve　learned　a　few　new　things；　made　a　few　new　friends；　and　have　even　maybe　met　the　loves　our　lives。　We’ve　changed—hopefully　for　the　better。　And　we’re　just　as　fabulous　as　always。

Take　B；　for　instance。　She’s　spending　a　perfect　holiday　with　her　perfect　Yale　boyfriend　and　his　perfect　family　at　their　idyllic　Vermont　pound。　That　girl　always　had　her　eye　on　the　prize。　Speaking　of　prizes；　what’s　S　up　to　these　days？　No　longer　hounded　by　overeager；　fashion…conscious　Constance　Billard　girls；　she’s　now　trailed　by　the　paparazzi　and　a　posse　of　wannabe　movie　starlets　while　she　cools　her　Louboutins；　waiting　for　her　nomination　for　the　SAG　Awards。　No　matter　where　she　is　or　what　she　does；　S　will　always　be　one　to　watch。

Then　there　are　those　who’ve　tried　their　darnedest　to　change：　N　has　been　sailing　around　the　world　for　the　last　four　months。　But　as　we　learned　from　Kant　in　our　freshman　seminars；　no　man　is　an　island。　He’ll　be　back—sooner　rather　than　later；　we　hope。　Then　there’s　D；　scratching　out　existential　poetry　in　his　black　Moleskine　notebook　in　the　Pacific　Northwest。　It　may　look　like　a　total　lifestyle　change；　but　he　still　insists　on　Folgers　crystals　instead　of　French　press　in　the　coffee　capital　of　the　U。S。　He　also　spends　every　waking　moment　Skyping　his　shaven…headed；　ultra…independent　filmmaker　girlfriend；　V；　who’s　at　NYU　and　seems　to　almost　have…　hair。　And　friends？！　And　finally　there’s　C；　last　seen　with　a　pack　of　flannel…wearing；　log…lifting；　very　rugged　boys　out　in　Nevada　or　Montana　or　someplace　with　no　cities　and　lots　of　cattle。　Is　he　into　a　new　type；　or　has　he　gone　through　yet　another　reinvention？　That　man　puts　Madonna　to　shame。

Mistletoe　and　New　Year’s　Eve　are　all　about　kissing；　and　something　tells　me　there’s　going　to　be　lots　and　lots　of　kissing　this　break。　Lucky　for　you；　I’ll　be　here　to　report　everything　worth　reporting　after　the　holiday　lights　are　unplugged　and　the　pretty　velvet　ribbons　have　been　untied。　Let　the　reunion　begin！

your　e…mail

q：　Dear　Gossip　Girl；

I’m　visiting　my　great　aunt　in　New　York　City　for　the　holidays；　and　I　heard　that　Serena　van　der　Woodsen　lives　here　and　you　know　everything　about　her。　Are　you　her？　Oh　my　God；　if　you’re　her；　can　you　please　send　me　an　autograph？　Or　maybe　hang　out？

—IheartSvW

a：　Dear　Iheart；

While　I　prefer　to　live　my　life　outside　the　spotlight；　according　to　my　sources；　your　heroine’s　out　almost　every　night。　You　should　be　able　to　find　her　if　you　know　where　to　look。

—GG

q：　Dear　Gossip　Girl；

My　college　dining　hall　only　serves；　like；　deep…fried　cheese　balls　and　I　may　have　gained　some　weight。　Should　I　celebrate　NYE　with　my　high　school　friends；　or　pretend　I　have　the　flu？

—HittingtheBuffet

a：　Dear　HtheB；

While　I’m　not　a　dietician　or　a　therapist；　I　can　definitely　say　you’re　not　alone。　My　advice：　How　you　look　is　all　about　how　you　pull　it　off。　Go　out；　wear　your　little　black　dress；　and　show　off　those　curves。　No　one　will　even　notice　those　tater　tot　pounds。

—GG

sightings

B　on　a　train　from　New　Haven　to　Montpelier；　Vermont；　looking　very　out　of　place　in　a　sea　of　multicolored　plaid　flannel。　S　with　three　interchangeable　anorexic　dyed　blond　girls　on　the　red　carpet　for　a　premiere。　V　and　some　friends　from　NYU；　including　a　very　hot　hipster　teaching　assistant；　at　a　film　party　in　Bushwick。　Is　someone　trying　to　get　extra　credit？　D　and　his　little　sister；　J；　splitting　a　plate　of　gooey　chocolate…chip　pancakes　at　one　of　those　horribly　crowded　diners　on　upper　Broadway。　C　and　his　new　horde　of　cowboy　boot–clad　dudes　ordering　Cokes　at　the　lounge　at　Tribeca　Star。　Should　the　hotel　erect　a　hitching　post？

still　breaking　all　the　rules

Technically　you　no　longer　live　under　your　parents’　roof。　You’ve　already　indulged　them　with　Scrabble　and　decorating　gingerbread　men　that　no　one’s　going　to　eat。　Now　it’s　time　to　party。　You　can　always　reform　after　January　1st—that’s　what　New　Year’s　resolutions　are　for。　So　go　out；　have　fun；　and　show　your　former　besties　and　former　flames　just　how　much　better　you’ve　bee。

Besides；　now　that　you　know　I’m　watching；　aren’t　you　just　dying　to　put　on　a　show？　Thought　so。

You　know　you　love　me；

gossip　girl

all　b　wants　for　christmas

“You　awake；　Scout？”

Blair　Waldorf　awoke　from　a　nap　to　the　sight　of　her　boyfriend；　Pete　Carlson；　gazing　down　at　her。　Pete　smiled　his　adorable；　lopsided　smile。　His　eyes　were　ocean　blue　and　framed　by　strawberry　blond　lashes；　to　match　his　thick；　floppy　head　of　hair。

Blair　threw　the　Black　Watch–plaid　duvet　to　the　foot　of　the　couch　and　discreetly　checked　for　drool　with　her　index　finger。　She　loved　being　woken　up　by　Pete；　especially　when　he　called　her　by　an　adorable　nickname。　Currently；　it　was　Scout；　because　she’d　directed　him　and　his　three　older　brothers　to　the　best　Douglas　fir　Christmas　tree；　deep　in　the　woods　of　the　Carlsons’　expansive　Woodstock；　Vermont；　estate。　Early　this　morning；　they’d　all　opened　presents　underneath　the　magnificent　tree。　Pete　had　given　Blair　a　pair　of　navy　blue…and…tan　North　Face　hiking　boots　with　the　promise　that　he’d　bring　her　on　some　of　his　favorite　trails　when　it　got　warmer。　Blair　had　never　been　one　for　the　great　wide　open；　but　Pete　loved　being　outdoors；　and　suddenly　the　idea　of　sleeping　under　the　stars　with　him　at　her　side　seemed　almost　romantic。

“Of　course　I’m　awake；”　Blair　lied；　sitting　up　and　yawning。　It　was　only　noon；　but　Pete’s　adorable…but…hyper　nieces　and　nephews　had　woken　everyone　up　to　open　presents　at　the　ungodly　hour　of　5　a。m。

“Good。”　Pete　settled　next　to　her　on　the　worn　navy　blue　couch；　tenderly　pushing　Blair’s　long　bangs　off　her　foxlike　face。　Her　hair　was　a　little　shaggier　than　she　liked；　but　she　simply　didn’t　trust　any　of　the　hair　salons　in　dingy　New　Haven。　Besides；　what　were　unkempt　bangs　when　she　was　with　a　guy　who　truly　loved　her？

“Have　any　dreams？　You　were　making　these　little　growls　in　your　sleep。　It　was　cute。”　Pete　pulled　the　woolen　blanket　off　the　floor　and　draped　it　over　their　legs。

“Oh。”　Blair　frowned。　She　was　growling？

In　truth；　she’d　been　having　a　lot　of　weird　dreams　lately。　Last　night；　she’d　woken　up　and　thought　she　was　at　a　sleepover　at　her　old　best　friend　Serena　van　der　Woodsen’s　house；　only　to　find　herself　all　alone　in　the　dark；　regal　guest　bedroom　of　the　Carlsons’　oversize　colonial。

Maybe　it　was　just　homesickness。　After　all；　she　didn’t　have　a　home　in　New　York　anymore；　she　hadn’t　seen　Serena　since　August；　and　no　one　in　her　family　was　even　in　the　U。S。　this　week。　Her　father；　Harold；　was　celebrating　Christmas　in　Provence　with　his　boyfriend；　Giles；　and　their　adopted　twins。　Her　stepbrother；　Aaron；　was　on　a　kibbutz　in　Israel。　Her　mother；　stepfather；　brother；　Tyler；　and　baby　sister；　Yale；　had　moved　to　LA　back　in　August；　to　a　gigantic；　tacky　Pacific　Palisades　mansion　that　they　were　making　even　bigger　and　tackier。　While　the　renovations　were　taking　place；　the　four　were　traveling　in　the　South　Pacific；　visiting　the　islands　that　Eleanor　Rose；　in　a　fit　of　pregnancy…induced　mania　last　spring；　had　bought　for　each　member　of　the　family。　Blair　had　been