I think this episode is what Gossip Girl's about.
old miss Serena.
jEric! (haircut, love. love.)
Even Dan looks better. (I think he got a haircut... or whatever.)
Even Nate and Blair was cute.

The episodes are going to happen. Might as well enjoy them!

"Isn't it a little been there done that, been dumped twice?"
"Been there, done that, been decontaminated."

"Oh! You're stalking me! But if you were any good at it, you would know that I bring him breakfast."
Breakfast. Never in the show (of what I know) has Blair ever ceded to having breakfast with Chuck.
Ouch. ish.
Gah! If I could write well, I'd try my fingers at typing up a nice lit-o oneshot, prompted by that line."

 

Come on, it's a show. And the Nate Blair thing, after seeing the scene in 2.19, I get it. Whatever is whatever, man.

Nate and Blair do have things in common, a shared past, so they were definately able to relate to each other and just be there. It's that comfort. So what. It's just a few more eps. It's needed.

But I just have to wonder, what went through Chuck's head between finding Nate's blazer and telling Blair off at school?

One more plus: Chuck is Back at school!
I wonder if the scarf is going to come back at any point in time in future episodes.

C'est tout!

would you believe me if i said it?
if i wanted to sit you down and tell you
what you've been wanting to know?
put the wit aside.
my aside is that I never intend on telling you the whole and true truth.
but I want to gently shake it to you. I won't break. (I haven't got the heart? Because I have none, or none for you?)
breaking is too much.
you're fragile. A fragile kid underneath what's built up around you, what you're built up on,
nothing physical. but word-of-mouth.
words can only get you so high... can't they?

but you've got adipose to cover up a roomful of skinnies. (are those the pretties?)
so get your ass up (as I try to get mine in the air)
your thoughts, and your shoddy, tawdry words.
nothing could be pawned for your miserablely-sounding ennunciation. both of you.
You have no pawns, everything you think dispensable to you
is all that you have. that you can hold onto, to make yourself, assure to yourself that you've got it all.
and that you can get it all.
but you've got nothing.
certainly no longer I.
but never did you have me.
you were blinding, to my eyes.
but not my mouth.
literary word vomit.
I couldn't stop.
thought vomit?
or more like an anyerusm of possibilties.
that aren't possible.
that should never enter the mind.

I never knew when I'd reach this day, when I don't care anymore, about anything pertaining to you. (you're not completely dead to me yet, but you're dying, and you're getting pretty close to being dead bones and skin, you'll never be dead meat. you've got none)
Yet, I've lost.
And you've won.
because I reached out first.

How to handle.
not with care.
which I do too much of.

you're an idiot.
a baby and  babbling.
Why do I listen?
Why I am so tenuous?
i'm not the strongest metal.
rather weak and plyable.
And to allow another tenuous to bend ME.
and my nerves, cut them, burn them off around you.
No cares.
no worries.
not worth it.

and not finished.

but paused, for the sake of productiveness that I want but do not want badly enough to become productive.