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Mar. 14th, 2009
Blue Bloods by Melissa de la Cruz
Mar. 14th, 2009 05:11 pmSchuyler Van Alen is a modern goth emo teen who attends Duchesne, a prestigious, exclusive school for New York’s terminally rich. Naturally, she hates all her snobby classmates and lounges around with her equally disaffected best friend, Oliver. Her opposite number is the bitchy and elite Mimi, who isn’t happy when her twin brother, Jack, the most popular boy in school, starts having an interest in Schuyler. Mimi’s best friend, Bliss, secretly hates everything Mimi stands for, but goes along with it to be in the In crowd, until she falls for bad-boy Dylan, who is also Schuyler and Oliver’s friend.
No, Gossip Girl’s cast didn’t get renamed, I promise.
Virtually every student at Duchesne can list off a few presidents in their background and trace their lineage at least as far back and The Mayflower. There’s careful explanations about how the truly classy rich don’t show off their wealth and endless brand name dropping, exclusive clubs, exclusive fashions, etc. But then a student is found dead and drained of blood, and Schuyler and Bliss start to notice they’re feeling strange and developing strange habits. Like eating raw meat.
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No, Gossip Girl’s cast didn’t get renamed, I promise.
Virtually every student at Duchesne can list off a few presidents in their background and trace their lineage at least as far back and The Mayflower. There’s careful explanations about how the truly classy rich don’t show off their wealth and endless brand name dropping, exclusive clubs, exclusive fashions, etc. But then a student is found dead and drained of blood, and Schuyler and Bliss start to notice they’re feeling strange and developing strange habits. Like eating raw meat.
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Mar. 14th, 2009 11:49 pmAAAAARRRRRGGGHHHH!
Someone in this building (I think the apartments to the back of mine, as opposed to one of the other 3 immediately around me) is playing their music far too loud. At midnight. If people in other apartments can hear the words (though they shouldn't have to hear your music blaring in the first place) then you're really doing it wrong.
The annoying thing is that I can't tell where it's coming from, so even though it's been going on for an hour, I don't know who to complain about to the office.
