and if love is, what thing and witch is he? if love be good, from whennes cometh my woo? —geoffrey chaucer, troilus and criseydegossipgirl.co.u k 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! you know the saying, today is the first day of the rest of your life? i always thought that sounded so lame and corny, but today it actually seems sort of profound. plus, i'm beginning to think there's nothing wrong with corny. it's okay to tell the doorman to have a good day when he opens the door for you in the morning on the way to school. and, why not stop to smell the lilacs planted outside the apartment buildings along fifth avenue? while you're at it, go ahead and stick a bunch behind your ear. it's still only april, but you now have permission to wear those new mint green leather coach flip-flops—you know, the ones with the little yellow roses embroidered on them that you've been wearing around the house for over a month?—outside. of course you'll probably get into trouble at school for being out of uniform, but how else are you going to show off your new brazilian pedicure? i know, i know. you probably think i'm crazy to sound so upbeat since this is the week we all find out whether or not we were accepted at the colleges we applied to. it's the most critical thing that's happened to us thus far. from now on we'll be branded by the school we choose, or rather, the school that chooses us: the smarty-pants who got into yale, the lesbionic b-student volleyball player bound for smith, the flaky heiress whose dad bought her into brown. all i'm saying is, why not look on the bright side? the letters are in the mail, what's done is done, and i for one am eager to move on. that stupid game we all used to play (and secretly still do) with college admissions almost behind us, now's the time to devote our full attention to something equally important: our love lives. it's about time you and the boy of your dreams (please add the line "in bed" to each of the following): drank fuzzy navels and stayed up until dawn fed each other hot fudge sundaes watched old movies blew smoke rings played twister gave each other temporary tattoos named your children cut gym tried bikram yoga not that i'm advocating anything too illegal. now is definitely not the time to screw up. you heard about that promising young actress who got into harvard last year and then ran off to la to hang out with her actor boyfriend for the month of may? harvard acceptance . . . revoked!! the above list is simply the best way i know of to shed the pounds of stress that have been weighing us down. talk about a diet i might actually stick to! simply the best way i know of to shed the pounds of stress that have been weighing us down. talk about a diet i might actually stick to! dear gossip girl, i just wanted to thank you for keeping my spirits up when i'm a total basket case. i don't know about you, but i applied to twelve schools and last night i dreamt i didn't get into one. any advice on why i shouldn't run away to mexico? ur2cool. — rose dear rose, mexico sounds good, but twelve schools? come on, you're bound to get into one, or even all twelve! and in case you feel like hurling yourself off a bridge before all twelve letters turn up stick close to your friends ... unless you're worried they might actually push you! this is a sensitive time for all of us. —gg dear gg, so is that crazy drug rehab girl from connecticut, like, gone from n's life? because if he's single, i'm totally going to jump him. —reddy dear reddy, sorry, honey, but you'll have to wait in line—and no cutting, please! unfortunately for us, someone got to him first. actually, she's always been there and probably always will be. i think you know who i'm talking about. but don't be too jealous: her life is anything but perfect. —gg sightings n waking and baking on the met steps. i guess now that he's lax captain and is no longer hanging out with that fabulously insane drug rehab convict, he can relax and enjoy himself. b cutting assembly this morning to run home, on the off chance yale was so eager to accept her they fedexed the letter for morning delivery. talk about a basket case! b was also seen in barneys' lingerie department trying on what can only be described as a "get lucky" ensemble. s biting her nails as she lay sunbathing in sheep meadow while scores of admiring boys looked on. what's she so worried about, anyway? d and v pretending not to notice each other as they waited on line to buy tickets to the new ken mogul film at the angelika. j trying on a pair of wait-list-only python skin manolos in bergdorf goodman. how exactly was she planning to pay for them, and where exactly is she planning to wear them? she may only be a freshman, but she's definitely ambitious. just in case you want to relive these precious moments... v is making a documentary film about the whole getting-into-college thing. think of it as an opportunity to vent and get four minutes in the limelight. for the next two weeks, she'll be filming near bethesda fountain in central park after school. my fingers and toes are all crossed. good luck, everybody! you know i mean it, gossip girl