Running on Empty

Good afternoon duckies!
I hope all is well because life is meant to be experienced through the lens of optimism and wellness. For the past two nights I haven't been getting much sleep. (Remember the thing I said about how the sleep you got last night will energize you tomorrow?)
Well since I didn't go to bed until 2am on Monday night--I don't blame Beyonce entirely--

--I blame Transformers 2 too! (I didn't go to bed until 3:30 last night!!!)

If you duckies follow me on Twitter, you already know I went to see Transformers 2 at midnight. It was astronomical! It's by far better than the first. The first movie had a lot of dry parts and dialogue, whereas Transformers 2 was all about "in-your-face" action, laugh-out-loud humor, an amazing plot and authentic dialogue. I went with my Mom, Gabriella and Gabriella's friend Rachel.
Job well done Michael Bay!


In other news, I discovered that Gabriella is a genius...

and I'm an incomplete idiot lol.
Five months ago, I purchased a new battery for my laptop. A few months after I bought it I thought it died it because whenever I unplugged my laptop it would immediately shut-off. So being the smart guy I am I figured my battery died out again. I was so mad because I couldn't use my laptop anywhere that didn't have outlets laying around. It was basically on life support: a vegetable to be exact.

Last night Gabriella and I were in the living room, on our laptops. I told her I hated my computer because it was on life support and I couldn't deal with the unbearable heat on my lap. She didn't believe me until I unplugged my laptop and it immediately shut-off. I told her I needed a new battery and I took out the battery and to my amazement everything but the battery was so hot. When I picked it up I said, "I think my battery really is dead. It can't even heat-up anymore."
Gabriella gave it a focused gaze and said "Put the battery back in." I laughed at her and I told her it wasn't going to work. I unplugged the laptop adapter and placed the battery back inside the laptop....and when I pressed the power button it came on!!!
My jaw instantly dropped and Gabriella began laughing her ass off! For months I thought my laptop was a piece of shit...but I was just too dumb to realize I didn't put my battery in correctly.
WOOOOOMP-WOOOOOOMP!

Duckies, I am so tired. I can't wait for 5:30pm to come around so I can touch my pillow inappropriately.

But until then, here are some "Words of Wisdom."

"When things start to progress, difficulty usually comes into the mix. Sometimes tasks seem unbearable and sometimes you might wanna give up. But remember, if life were easy life would be incredibly boring and what's the point in working hard if everyone is the same? Plus, if you're not tested on your ability to adapt and persevere you'd never know your truth worth and level of endurance. Smile, especially when things get rough. Go out there duckies and show them your worth!"

Okay, I'm definitely falling asleep at work. It's time to get some more coffee. I'm gonna make this day beautiful regardless of my energy.
OH! I just made a quiz of FaceBook. Go and take it duckies!

I wish you the best of happiness. I love you. Stay true and tuned.

Live, love & Lady Gaga
Gabriel Anderson

Time to Dream Seriosuly

Good morning duckies!

Today is my second official day of my summer internship with HarperCollins Publishers and I'm so glad to be here again.

(Technically today would be my third day if I had come into work yesterday. I woke up with a head-cracking sinus headache and a stomach potent with nausea...could you imagine working under those conditions?

Wooohuh! I think not!)

Anywho, it's raining today but I'm not going to let it spoil my magical Thursday.

Speaking of magical days, I've realized that this is my last carefree summer.

Since I'll be a Senior in college this upcoming Fall, this is my last summer of childhood. Next summer I'll be thinking about career moves instead of studying the moves of Ken from Street Fighter 4 for PS3.

Yes, I am 20 but I still live at home and I don't pay any bills. But I'm not looking at this summer as the last season before my "impending doom." Growing up isn't a bad thing: it can be scary but it's inevitable. Recently, for some strange reason my thoughts have been scrambling about and I find myself--at least once a day--asking myself if I'm ready for the real world.

Sometimes I'm unsure but that's okay. I don't know where I'm going to end up after college but I do know this:

I am a dreamer and a thinker. I am a person who can see the Sun waiting behind storm clouds. I will do whatever it takes to show the world my worth and I am not afraid to go it alone.

I am Gabriel, watch me live!

With that being said, I am currently single and I am ready to find me a SummerBoy.

A Summerboy is a boy you only date for the summer (duh!). The relationship between you and the Summerboy may drag on into the Fall...but it rarely works out. He is just a summer fling.

Last year I started a relationship with this kid named Jamal. He was incredibly sexy: beautiful eyes, luscious lips, body of a Greek God, brains of a wizard, sex-drive of a lion, and words sweeter than any August strawberry. We became an item within the first few days of meeting--which could have been the source of our downfall--and dated from July to October. Everything was simple and fun. He met my family and he even came to my 20th birthday dinner at Carmine's, my favorite Italian restaurant!

I soon found out that Jamal was clinically insane. When I went back to school, this past Fall, he kept calling me nonstop. It wasn't the typical "1 to 3 calls and then I'm going to wait for you to call me back." I remember seeing 10 back-to-back missed calls and each call was made every 2 minutes.

I was in dance practice, creating a routine for my school's annual pep rally "Midnight Mania" so I couldn't pick up my phone. But when I did pick up, he was vicious.

(I won't go into details but he was flat-out rude.)

But yeah...I need a new Summerboy.

Speaking of summer, my birthday is 2 months and a day away: August 19th! Remember those lavish plans I blogged about having in mind for my birthday? I'm over it lol. I just want something simple. I would like to have a birthday dinner in my backyard with my close New York friends and family, in the early evening.

Then I would like to proceed (via limousine or party bus) to a chic bar/club--where everyone else who wants to party with me can join--to dance and drink the night away.

Then I'd like to end the night at a strip club. (I've never been to one. I'm curious.)

I just want my 21st to be glamorously simple, yet eventful.

OH! I have some breaking news.

I've been thinking about sexuality, the stigmas and the connotations, and I've realized that I've been limiting myself of true pleasure by not "taking it further" with female partners. I've given males twenty years so I think it only seems fair to give females a try.

Starting today, I'm taking the Gaga pledge. (I just made it up!)

I shall not deny female partners my sexual company any longer. I'm going to test-run this bisexual business and see where it goes. Of course my standards will still be in play so all the ugly ducklings need not apply lol.

Woooohuh!

Sexuality is just a label. Sex is expression summoned from the contact between two or more persons. Sex is fun. Sex can be rough (love it) but sex is meant to be a mutually pleasurable experience. Other than vaginas, maybe females have something that guys don't quite possess.

It's time for some "Words of Wisdom."

"When you label something, the label you give manifests itself into the idea of it's entitlement. And with entitlement comes biases. Try not to label things with set-in-stone parameters. Think of things as flexible entities because if you limit things, you limit yourself."

Okay duckies, I have four submissions I need to review before I leave today and I'm sure other assignments will come running to my desk.

I wish you the best of happiness. Stay true and tuned.

Live, love & Lady Gaga,

Gabriel Anderson

Lady Fingers

Duckies...I already know what you're thinking. I have been extremely busy and I apologize for this late (hybrid) post. (You're beautiful by the way.)
I am not feeling quite like myself. There's like nothing going on today and I'm one of those people who find themselves lost when they have nothing to do.



Anyway, (woooohuh, I'll get over it) I got stuck in the smallest elevator yesterday! I'm claustrophobic and the fact that this elevator was half the size of a normal elevator (and I was in it with four other hefty people) didn't help at all!



The elevator was stuck on the floor I was supposed to get off on (the 4th) and the door wouldn't open. The air was on in the elevator but I felt like I couldn't breathe. I started sweating and almost started hyperventilating. Luckily, (I guess this happens just in case it does get stuck) the elevator stopped making noise and slowly went to the ground floor. When those doors opened I ran out as fast as I could and almost cried as a complained my way to class. I am never getting in that closet-elevator again; I almost died from anxiety.

Any(woohuh)...
in other events, one of my ex's (Kyle) hit me up online and the conversation was going extremely well...until he told me he's having a baby!



Kyle is only eighteen and I have no idea what is wrong with him. He says he still wants to be in my life but I don't think I'm cool with that. He told me having a kid doesn't have anything to do with his personal life. WHAT THE FCUK?! When you have a kid...they become your personal life! I tell ya, kids need to know when to stop playing doctor lol.

Other than that, people all over campus are getting sick; not like common cold sick but influenza, bronchitis, and "I-feel-like-dying-would-be-better-than-this" kind of sick.



I'm sorry but I can't afford to get sick. Plus, my body and I have an agreement; we don't "do" sick. (SHOUT-OUT TO ALL MY SICK HOMIES! It'll all blow over soon...just like your noses lol.)

Speaking of affording, I've discovered that I'm near broke today.



I love you Mommy (thanks for sending the Coach satchel) but I am finally feeling the recession; I don't believe in the recession though. My family has steady jobs: medical, retail, billionaire advisers and etc. Mommy keeps forgetting that fun at college requires money. (LOVE YOU LADY!)

Speaking of money, I had a phone interview with HarperCollins today and it went really well.



My interviewer was asking a lot of tough questions like "what did you do to prepare for this interview?" "what intrigues you about HarperCollins?" and stuff like that. LOL, these are probably typical phone interview questions but the way in which she asked was...a little sassy. I've just been getting sassed left and right recently, but you know what?


(That's what HE said.)


In today's news, I went to Chili's with Graham, Monica and Brianna (in celebration of Brianna's recent b'day). It was good. All the food was incredible. It was cooked so perfectly; breaded and as succulent as ever.


(Woooohuh, I was just saying some really "fat" and sensual things. I apologize for the visuals lol.)
But yea, I had a blast of course. I was with my favorite, diverse people-friends. Love that!

"The Word of the Day" is:
"People-friend" - Persons whom you cannot see life without; the best buddies ; gossip "hey girl" news crew; family.
Ex: "I had a marvelous outing with my people-friends, at Chili's."

(If you haven't noticed, I created the word of the day from what I was just saying lol.)

Enough of this; I gave you many a story to tell: here's the quote of the day for Jan 30 & 31st:

"If you let a foul 'by,' it develops into something horrid and unappealing. When you see something foul, say something aloud to extinguish the lack of dignity toward others. Be a sassy citizen."

Okay duckies, I think it's time for my A-list behind to roam campus for my A-list people-friends.
(SHOUT-OUT TO MONICA, ALYSSA, GRAHAM, BRIANNA, LILY, JACE, ELLE FOX, SKYLER, FRANCIS, TONYA, BILL, DIAMOND, MELODY, NAOMI, ALICE, MOLLY RED, ROCKSTAR, GABRIELLA, MOMMY, RONALD, ROGER, and my fabulous regents buddy ALEX! YOU GUYS MAKE EVERYDAY A FABULOUS ADVENTURE!)


Mommy, Alyssa and Monica, you duckies really helped me get through this day. I love you and I can't wait to see your beautiful faces.

I wish you the best of happiness. Stay true duckies.

Peace, love & Gabriel,
Gabriel Anderson

Falling Bathrooms

It's nice to see you again duckie. Life has been dandy and it's getting better with every moment. This semester is going to be interesting and very time-consuming. I'm taking six classes (one of them doesn't start until March 23rd...wtf?). The topics of my classes range from (male) vagina monologues, deformed babies, Obama's speech, professional editing, and a timeline of my life. How awesome is that?! However, one of my classes starts at 7:30pm...



on a Thursday evening. Like how ridiculous it that?! On the other hand, my philosophy is I'm going to sacrifice a bit of my college nightlife for the chic adult socialite-status I am to gain, in years to come. Other than that all is well. OH! I received a call from the HR dept. of HarperCollins...for their summer internship program!!!



They would like to conduct a phone interview; it's scheduled for 11am on Friday, Jan 30th. (If I don't pick up the phone...you know why lol). My life is falling right into place!

Speaking of falling, the other day I was outside of my apartment (on campus) and this was when it was sort of "hot day" (for Winter) and ice was melting all over the place. Anywho, I look above my buidling's side exit door and I gasped like 83 year-old woman with asthma. There was an icicle, the size of a chair, hanging above the door!



Like wtf?! Someone is gonna die. It's not gonna be me (lol) because I'm not going out like that. I'll kill that icicle before it kills me lol. But seriously, facilities...GET ON THE BALL!

Anywho...
IT'S SHOUT-OUT TIME!

I'd like to give a very special happy birthday to Bill because she's now a part of the 2-1 club!


HAPPY B'DAY BILL (even though I kind of partied with you tonight lol)!

I'd also like to shout-out one of my favorite people, Monica. She said I forgot to give her a shout-out on my blog (on her birthday, Jan 12th). I called her though (that's more heartfelt). Anyway, let's wish Monica a happy (belated) birthday!



I'd also like to shout-out Graham, Roger, Carol, Matt and Annie for being awesome. I had a fabulous time chatting and laughing with you guys tonight.



In other events, I just got back from a party and I really had to use to restroom. So I come to back to my apartment, hanging my coat and placing my accessories in their proper places and on my way to the bathroom I notice Nathan isn't in his room (his door was wide open). Ignoring that I try to open the bathroom door...and I burst in on Nathan dropping his kids off at the pool.



He quickly slammed the door shut. I was so embarrassed, until we laughed it off, minutes later. (Sorry Nahtan!)

We are so overdue for the word of the week. Let's get to it.
The word of the week is:

U-Hoes: Promiscuous persons that attend a university; people who have true scandals; sluts.
Ex. I can't be seen in public with Shannon anymore because just being around that U-Hoe makes me look slutty.


On with the quote for Jan 24th and 25th:

"If thoughts aren't shared and explained then the reasoning behind the thoughts become lost. Speak your mind and elaborate; people can't read your mind! Plus, everyone doesn't think the exact same way you do."

Okay, It's late. I have a life to live in the morning lol. I wish you the best of happiness. Stay true duckies.

Peace, love & Obama,
Gabriel Anderson

The End?

Good morning duckies! I can't believe today is the last day of my internship. To go out with a bang, I drank a sugar-free Red Bull instead of my usual Grande Caramel Macchiatto (in a Venti cup). I feel that today is going to be spectacular. There's going to be a pizza lunch/my farewell gathering/mailing session around noon today. I'm so excited!
I had the best time working for HarperCollins. I really don't want to leave but Hartford's calling. I can really see myself working at a place like HarperCollins. Everyone is incredibly nice, there's never a dull moment, I love books, there's free coffee & sometimes free lunch...what more could you ask for?! I would love to work under Daphne and Edie again. Thank you for this beautiful opportunity!



(But it's not hard to rip your pants at work.)

I usually bring my BlackBerry with me (wherever I go) and yesterday I had to go to the bathroom. My pants were kind of tight so my BlackBerry wasn't going to fit in my pants without them ripping. I decided to put my BlackBerry on the ledge of the urinal. Seconds later, my BlackBerry fall off the ledge, sliding underneath a toilet sectional. Luckily I have a hardcore hardcover case for my BlackBerry so it was fine. I tried bending over to get my BlackBerry but it slid out of reach. I go to my knees to stretch as far as I can and...CURSSSSSSHH



my pants rip, right in the crotch seam! WTF? Honestly?! I ran to the closest office and borrowed a stapler and I "resourcefully" solved the problem. Luckily, I was wearing Long John's (eww) so I wasn't scratched on my way home.

In other news Lisa stopped by my office yesterday...

to take a picture for my school's Career Services Newsletter.

Last semester, I had an internship where I was the Student Liaison for Career Services and I had to conduct interviews with students who are advancing their prospective careers, while still in school. Now I'm a Student Success Story, yaaaaay! Thank you HarperCollins; more specifically Edie, Lisa and Daphne. As said in previous posts, Lisa helped me get an internship at HarperCollins. I'm so glad I know her!

Anywho, I'm so glad I have amazing friends. Pete is like this hardcore athlete and I hinted that I wanted him to help me with my "I-can't-look-fat-in-my-21st-birthday-pictures" diet. Being the awesome friend that he is Pete said he'd help me out, like personal trainer kind of help.



My goal is to lose 60lbs (sixty pounds) before my birthday, August 19th. If I lose more that would be incredible. I told my friend Reggie about it and he told me I'm going to look anorexic. Reggie's a model by the way lol. I'm going to go through with this workout regiment because I trust Pete's judgement. He's going to kick my a$$ but it'll all pay off in the end. Thanks Pete!

Last night I saw something so funny/nauseating. On my way home I was falling asleep on the train (as usual) and when I finally opened my eyes, I almost threw up. There was a lady, standing right in front of me, wearing a "ghetto midriff shirt." It was a "ghetto midriff shirt" because it wasn't supposed to look like that.



I don't understand how she was outside like that. Like half of her bulbous stomach was bulging from underneath her Baby Gap shirt. She didn't even look pregnant and if she was that baby was freezing. (Side note) I love it when pregnant women look glamorous, like how Charlotte looked in "Sex in the City: The Movie."


(My apologies if you haven't seen the movie yet.)

Enough with the babble, off to the quote of the day (Jan 16th):

"Starting something is only part of the journey. Being able to work through the drama of a given task and finishing it with poise takes true character. Finish with everyone wanting more."

I started talking to this guy, Valentine, and he's a breath of fresh air. He's so sassy and witty. We're going to see "The Unborn" tonight. Hopefully I won't scare him away when he has to pry my fear-stricken fingers from his arm tonight.



I wish you the best of happiness. Stay true.

Peace, love & Obama,
Gabriel Anderson

...fifteen grande Caramel Macchiatos later

Good morning precious! I can't believe tomorrow will be the last day of my internship with HarperCollins. It was fun being a responsible adult; working from 9 to 5, sitting in production/planning meetings and guzzling coffee. What I'm going to miss most is my boss (Daphne) and her assistant (Edie). They are such phenomenal people and I'm so glad I was given the chance to work under them; it's been everything delightful! Also, I'd like to give a shout-out to Lisa for actually putting me onto this fabulous internship. Without you Lisa, the world wouldn't be as beautiful.
I've learned so much from this experience and I am forever grateful. THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!



OFF TO THE SASS!

It's snowing today and you know how much I love the snow. I just love Winter. Anyway, since it's snowing the 6 train decided to go extra slow...but the conductor would abruptly slam on the brakes at every train station. (This so happened when I was trying to sit down.) My rear-end was about two inches away from the train seat and ERRRRRRK...conductor slamed down on the brakes...



nearly throwing me into the lap of a lady. She looked so pissed that I couldn't restrain my laugh, when I blurted an embarrassed "Sorry." I would have been pissed too if someone large-framed and dapper tried to sit on my lap lol.

Anyway, I was supposed to go to a screening for "Paul Blart: Mall Cop" last night (because I'm not paying to see it) but the odds were against me. My friend Melrose can't read "change of plan" text messages so I was in the line by myself...until I was over it. (Sorry Melrose...I blame you.)

Overcome by gloom I decided the only thing to do was to shop...

away. And did I?
I bought this beige fedora,


a messenger bag (that will serve as my new gym bag),

and this chic sweater from Le Chateau.


I was so over the "Mall Cop" screening after my mini shopping spree. Retail therapy cures any ailment. I bet most political battles could be settled if people just came together to sit in the front row of Sass & Bide's Spring collection (which I haven't seen yet...bad Gabriel lol).



OH! I have a new word of the week for you. The new word of the week is...
Assassinista: One who is anything but frivolous in regards to fashion; a marksmen of style; Gabriel Anderson.* (was that a shameless plug? lol).
Ex. "I'm so glad Michelle Obama is improving her style. She'll be an assassinista in no time."


*(I heard the phrase "assassinista" in a planning meeting...but it was used in a different context.)

Speaking of fierce, let's get to the quote of the day (Jan 15th):

"Miscommunication is the fault of all included parties. (Unfortunately) No one is psychic so don't depend on others to read your exact thoughts. Talk it out, start over and move on with your beautiful life."

With that being said, I have to communicate with my "father" to increase my funds before I have to head back to Hartford. Anywho, I wish you the best of happiness. Stay true duckies.

Peace, love & Obama,
Gabriel Anderson

I'm A 'Graight' Guy

Evening duckies. Today was the total opposite of yesterday, at work. I had to complete nine contracts for authors and record all the pertinent information. I was on a roll though. I couldn't believe I completed nine contracts (all that were issued to me) on my first day of dealing with them. Tomorrow I think we're going to have a meeting...where I'm going to share my "fresh" ideas for better promotion of the company and the EOS website.
(Here's the link: http://outofthiseos.typepad.com/)
Yaaaaay life! Oh! I met Jocelynn Drake today too. She's a new HarperCollins author.



(This is the cover of her first book, "Nightwalker.")
She is so nice. And she is breath-taking. Yaaaaay! I love when I meet fellow celebrities.

Anywho I've been keeping up with my diet. Well today I had a cupcake so I worked out until my light green shirt was near black. I'll be fine lol. My celebrity inspiration has to be Josh from Drake & Josh on Nickelodeon. He went from...

WAM!

to

Woooohuh!

Whenever I see something in the way of my "I'm-not-gonna-look-fat-in-my-21st-birthday-pictures" diet, I think of Josh's transformation. I was jamming and exercising. Plus Gabriella was hysterical when she saw me do an interpretive dance to Beyonce's "Scared of Lonely." It was very entertaining...and loud (because Granny B started banging on her ceiling).


I was all over the place...just how my mind was on the train.
I think I saw one of my old best friends on the outside of my train. Unfortunately the train doors closed before I even had the chance to call him. Seeing Troy (that's his name) running around in the train station made me miss the times we used to do that. I miss the feeling of having a true-blue, ride or die best friend. It seems like Aaron and I are no longer. We haven't spoken since midnight of New Years. I guess I'm gonna have to get a new best friend because 2009 is too divine to be "bestfriendless."



With my current situation I want to get a reality show. It'll be called Gabriel & Friends. I need a new best friend! Ahhhhhhhhh! Speaking of something new, in addition to the quote of the day I would like to incorporate "Word of the Week" into my blog. It'll be an original word I create. Plus I give you permission to use it. (Most likely people won't know what you're talking about...which is sooooo much fun lol. )

This week's "Word of the week" is:
Graight - (meaning) a mixture of homosexual and heterosexual acts; a state of sexual confusion; deeply abnormal affection for one of the same sex.
Ex: "Oh yeah man, I love that new show "Bromance." But that episode when they were in the hot tub for elimination was too graight for me."



Along with that fabulous new word, I shall share with you the quote of the day (Jan 7th):

"You are your toughest critic and you have more influence on your self-esteem than you think. Look in the mirror today (naked) and love yourself. Without you there would be one less sexy duckie."



I am growing tired. Contracts, cardio and cupcakes take a lot out of me lol. I wish you the best of happiness. Stay true duckies.

Peace, love & Obama,
Gabriel Anderson