Kidnapped Dreams

Hello duckies!

I know it has been entirely too long since I've last blogged; my apologies.

A lot has happened since then...but I do remember speaking about Red Caps.

Unfortunately, my Red Cap job is postponed until August 23rd (tear) but a lot of us Red Caps have been commenting on this one picture on FaceBook. I set the goal of reaching 1,000 comments before August 23rd and we've more than accomplished half of that goal. Click here to see the comments. (Help us reach 1,000 comments!)

Anywho, every year the Red Cap committee chooses two choreographers to create the "secret-but-not-so-secret" dance for the Freshmen Welcome Program. This year myself and Jessica were chosen to put it together. (Our committee told us the fabulous news nearly half a semester before Red Caps started...but we didn't put anything together--including the music--until a couple hours before rehearsal. Luckily, Jess and I are born performers and we were able to create the dance in two days. But those two days were grueling.)

During dance practice I was a dick...no, I was Baklahdah.

I was yelling, screaming, and swearing all over the place. If my fellow employees didn't know me, they probably would have plotted to kill me lol. (Not joking) But I yelled, screamed, and swore because I wanted them to believe in themselves. I wanted them to leave the stage in pieces after their performance. And guess what?! They were phenomenal.

I nearly cried when I saw the video of our performance: see it for yourself.

In other news, I have a confession. For the past few months, I haven't quite been myself. My friends have told me I've been quieter than my usual self. I admit, I've noticed it too.

Well duckies the source of my containment is my support system at home.

On June 16th, 2009, I came back to NYC because school was over. And upon my return my mother and I started fighting like crazy. We said some mean things to each other: I threatened to move out and drop out of college; she acted like she wouldn't care if I did.

The thought of being home with her for a summer scared me; hence my wanting to move to San Francisco after college. But I'm not a quitter. I don't run away from my problems.

Miraculously, my mother and I have reconciled and we're fine now: it's as if nothing happened. I realized that I was angry because I was freaking out about what I wanted after my undergraduate college career and my mother transformed her sorrow into anger because her only (and eldest) son is a year away from flying the nest.

Our fighting forced me to reevaluate my post-college dreams. I don't want to move to San Francisco. My dear friend Rockstar put the idea in my head because he wants to move out there after he graduates in December. However, I've realized that San Francisco isn't my dream...it's his. (Plus, they have earthquakes and their casual look is what I wear to bed.)

I want to grow--as an independent adult--in New York City.

I want to go to grad school at NYU.

I want to be the editor-in-chief of Details Magazine.

I want to be famous...but most of all I want to be internationally-known for my writing. I'm going to be a star and it's up to me to chase my dreams. Lady Gaga did it...so can I!

Anywho, this Tuesday I start my second internship with HarperCollins Publishers.

I am so excited!!! The thing I love most about my internship is I don't do bitch work. I do actual office work...in my own office! AHHHHH! I help determine the publishing value of incoming submissions, I assist in editing manuscripts of books in the process of publishing, I send correspondences--checks, book requests, foreign copy requests, subsidiary rights, etc.--to authors, agents and editors, and I get free books and office supplies! Yes, it is an unpaid internship but it is helping me grow as a semi-starving artist. Yaaaaay!

It's time for the "Word of the Week."

The new "Word of the Week" is:

Duende: An entity that possesses one in need of creativity; muse; passionate feeling of ferocity; passion.

Ex. Person 1: "Gabriel kept yelling at us during dance practice today."

Person 2: "Girl, Gabriel is a performer. He just wanted you to let your duende loose."

Duckies, it's time for some "Words of Wisdom."

"Live your life no matter what they say. If you aren't causing harm to others and/or yourself you have the right to do whatever you please. Dreams will stay dreams unless you make an effort in your waking life to make them a reality. Never let go of what you want."

Okay duckies, it's time for me to go to bed. I have a life to live and preparation to conduct before my internship on Tuesday.

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

Live, love & Lady Gaga,

Gabriel Anderson

The Fame

Hey duckies!

I am so sorry that I haven't blogged in ages. I'm super busy and unfortunately I have to keep it short.  It's almost 2am and I have to be up around 6:45am!

(GASP)

Yea, I'm still a nighthawk.

There are two reasons why I haven't been able to blog (and why I have to wake-up so early):

- I am a Red Cap (a vivacious Summer Orientation Ambassador for the University of Hartford).

- I am a Red Cap.

LOL

However, being a red cap is more than being a summer orientation ambassador.  To be a Red Cap you have to be a living piece of the unadulterated college experience puzzle.  You have to believe in yourself in order to be a Red Cap.  It's an overnight adventure: our day starts around 7:15am and ends around 1am.  Then, the second day starts around 7:30am and ends around 3pm.

But as rough as that sounds...it's the best college experience I've ever made.

The people you meet are incredibly brilliant.  We're a mosaic of laughter, tears (always of joy), dancing, and friendship.  Though the position only last for 2.5 weeks, you learn so much because you're always working on your toes.

The best thing about Red Caps is...working is actually fun.  My job duties basically entails me to be myself, while aiding Freshmen for two busily fun-packed days.

It's more magical than you can fathom.

To illustrate this, here are some pics of my fun, thus far.

(Canoeing at Camp Woodstock.)

(Cleaning my cabin at Camp Woodstock.  It wasn't dirty, I just wanted to walk barefoot around the cabin without dragging  little dirt specs into my sleeping bag.)

(Getting my Little!!!)*

*A Little is a first year Red Cap that is taken under the wing by a returning Red Cap (a.k.a. a Big).  Our committee assigns Bigs and Littles and they did a phenomenal job this year.  Thank you Committee: Rockstar, Chrissy (BB), and Graham.

My Little's name is Tamara.  I blogged about her before because whenever I see her, she surges happiness through my heart.  Now that she's my little I get my daily dose of sunshine.

LOVE YOU LITTLE!

I think it's time for some "Words of Wisdom."

"In order to believe in yourself you have to know yourself.  The world can be a scary place and you may find yourself lost in it.  And if you don't know yourself well enough, anything is scary.  Finding yourself is an adventure.  But once you find yourself, the easiest thing is being the beautiful person you know yourself to be."

Speaking of finding, since I can't possibly blog for the next two weeks (because of my Red Cap duties) make sure to follow me on Twitter.  (I Twitter pretty much every hour now.)

Well, I think it's time to get some rest duckies.  The Freshmen are waiting for me.

I wish you the best of happiness. Stay true.

Live, love & Lady Gaga,

Gabriel Anderson

Busy as a Star

It has been too long since I blogged and I think it's time to get back to sharing my world with you. (I would like to thank everyone who reminded me--everyday--that my blog wasn't a thing of the past. Oh and thank you for those who thought I couldn't make it this far. I wish you the best with your pessimistic lives.)

Over the past few weeks a lot has happened.

Remember in my last post I mentioned going to see LADY GAGA at Six Flags? Well I did. And duckies it was life-changing.

I recorded a short video from the concert: it's Lady Gaga performing "Beautiful, Dirty, Rich."

She's simply phenomenal.

A few days ago I had a discussion with Monica and I confessed that Lady Gaga is replacing Beyonce in my music heart.

Monica flipped $hit!

Since we've had that conversation I've been doing a lot of thinking. Beyonce and I have been through a lot in the past few years: she's inspired me to believe in myself, to move on with my life and other wise things.
Lady Gaga on the other hand has only been with me for almost a year. However, she is leading me to live the life I want to live. Lady Gaga is about believing in the glamour of life and enjoying things even when they're not exciting. Beyonce is my mother and Lady Gaga is my life coach.

Beyonce is my R&B Queen

and Lady Gaga is my Pop Diva-Drug.

I love them both equally and individually.

Anywho, the class of 2009 is graduating this Sunday, May 17th.


I know several of them dearly and I will miss them. The names that come to mind are:
-Alicia
-Jamie
-Stacey
-Sean
-Alyssa

-Mike
-Pete

-Yunie
-Wally
-Antoine
-Chrissy (BB)
-Stephanie
-Christine
-Jose
-James
-Phil
-Adam
-Megan
-Nikki
-and those I love and names that slip my mind at the moment.

I think it's only befitting to give you some "Words of Wisdom" now.

"Every decision you make follows you and molds you into the person you choose to be. Choose the decisions you commit to wisely so when your life has run its course, you'll be able to look back and smile."

I just finished watching "Death Proof"--for the umpteenth time--and it's such a good movie.

If you haven't seen it, go see it now. Leave your computers now and go to your nearest DVD retail store. (Or see if iTunes has it lol). It's a movie about the power of women in two different times and settings and how they interact with a sociopath stunt driver. LOL, that's all I'm saying.

"300" is playing in the background right now and I'm glad hardly anyone is on campus because I think I'd kill them.

Watching Leonidas and rest of the Spartans fight with such tactful combative strategies makes me want to strangle someone with my Cup Noodles. It's just so raw and animalisitc that I can't help it. (I'm sorry if I scared you just now. I swear I won't harm you with any type of cup or noodle).
But what's more harmful than Cup Noodles strangulation is not knowing what to do after college.

Rockstar and I have been thinking about our lives after college (because after May 17th, 2009 we're officially seniors, even though he's leaving a semester early). Rockstar is moving out to San Francisco in less than eight months.

He found an apartment out there for $1500 a month and utilities are included in the rent. Plus there's a pool! How more A-List can you get?! I think I might want to move out there with him but I know I'll miss New York. In the same manner I need to break free and emancipate myself from my comfort zone at home. Yes, my parents still love me and will forever assist me in life; however, I think it's time for this little duckie to fly to a new home...even if it takes moving to the West Coast.

If I do move out to California with Rockstar, we'll be closer to our favorite band Manufactured Defects.


Manufactured Defects is this hot new band, from Arizona, that Rockstar and I are in love with. They just had an A-List photoshoot and the photo above is one of the photos from the shoot. We're in the process of revamping their MySpace page. (Take the survey at the top of this page to help us revamp it.) Bigger things are being discussed with the band and you'll definitely here some more A-List buzz about them.

In other news, HarperCollins has offered me another internship this summer. I will be a part of the HarperCollins editing team from June 15th-August 14th. This will be my second internship with HarperCollins. I cannot wait work with them again!

OH! We need a new "Word of the Week."
The new Word of the Week is:

Suntern (pronounced "soon-turn"): Super-intern; one who frequently interns; a well-qualified person who contributes to a particular task, yet agrees to be underpaid.
EX: "This is my second internship with HarperCollins. A couple more and I'll be like LC, the famous suntern.



Okay duckies, I think I've given you more than a mouthful today. I need to find something to eat. Nothing is open--in regards to campus eateries--because finals are over...but I have some secret business to tend to.


I feel like Will Smith in "I Am Legend," searching through cabinets for food, with Duckie Anderson as my only companion.



LOL
With that being said, I wish you the best of happiness.
Be true.

Live, love & Lady Gaga,
Gabriel Anderson

I Have Risen

As blasphemous as this blog post's title sounds duckies, I have. I have been in bed practically all weekend. I didn't even go to class today. I was so under the weather. Deep breaths would lead to coughing fits, laying in bed would cause sweating, staying up to watch a movie would drain me...I was a mess. I am now regaining my health. I had to commit myself to homemade rehab; my body convinced me that it was time.

Due to my health, traveling was an absolute "no-no" so I had to stay on campus this weekend. I couldn't greet Jesus with my family.

And you know what?! Campus was a wasteland. I literally saw a bag of Doritos tumbling in the wind, across the campus' village lawn. That never happens duckies! I was in No-Man's Land.

Luckily, Michelle, Ari, Cris, Shoshana, Steph, Debb and Lauren were here to save me...although the true survivors of the weekend were Ari, Michelle, ShoShana and Cris. These girls helped me regain my strength. They told me to relax and I did. I finally relaxed duckies. We watched "The Devil Wears Prada," a little bit of "Friends with Money" and "The House Bunny." The hardest decisions I made all weekend was my outfit choice. Despite my lack of wellness (style should not take toll because of your physical well-being) I changed more than once in a given day. Like I said before duckies, dress how you want to feel: accentuate your ego, caress your desires and wear your psyche around your cuff-links.

Anywho, these fabulous ladies made my weekend bearable and festive. Michelle, I love our adventures and how much we love fresh air. Thank you for coming to my room--so I wouldn't have to go alone--to get my DVD collection case. Steph, thank you for being my center this weekend. I'm so glad you like "True Blood" now. Ari, baby girl I love that we both have an obsession with Beyonce, (thanks for trying to wake me up with "Halo"). Cris, I love your crystal and your beautiful presence (we need to hang out more). All I have to say is...

Oh! I got some juicy news. Somehow Nick is trying to get back in my life (not the biggest shocker) and he told me he's getting a full-ride to Yale's graduate program, plus a stipend next year!

Congratulations Nick! I am so proud of you; chase your dreams!

But I have a confession.

I love hearing good news from friends and sometimes I get carried away when I hear great news from past lovers. However, as A-List as you are, it's never going to work out. Every time we get back together its fine for a couple months then we're both looking for the best way to break it off. I think friends would be the best option right now because we can still converse and stuff. But anything further than friendship, at this moment, doesn't seem manageable. Of course it'll take work from both our ends (especially mine because I still have deep feelings for you) but I need to move on and test the waters. I'm only twenty-years young and the world wants more than a sample; they want all of Gabriel and I'm ready to bare as much as necessary!

Duckies, there was some hardcore dabble about marriage coming from Nick's side of the phone. But I thoroughly explained to him that my 20's are going to be about me. As much as I would love the idea of being the only one among my peers, in a semi-committal semi-stable relationship, I would much rather prefer enjoying my individual star lifestyle. I love you enough to not take this any further duckie.

Speaking of leaving before the Feds come in and bust the joint down (you'll understand if you watch the movie I'm about to mention), I am in love with the movie "Boiler Room."

After watching this movie...OMG, life is so clear. I know exactly how I'm going to shoot up to international stardom. In addition to my clear, cookie-cutter career choice my reasoning is impeccable. I can see through so much of society's acceptable bull$hit that sometimes I confuse myself because (in my head) I explain it so well that it seems ridiculous that I once saw the world as something unbeatable and impossible. The world is yours duckies...take it all and forgive others (only once and a half) lol!

In regards to taking it all, I wish I had a maid on campus, that could clean my apartment and efficiently take care of my laundry. I am very anal-retentive when it comes to my clothing because image is everything to me. If you can't take pride in your outfit then you shouldn't wear it. I am recovering from a chest cold and I was decked out in my black leather Calvin Klein shoots (shoe boots), black and white striped Adidas track pants, grey Red Cap t-shirt, huge black wool scarf, black peacoat and matching black skully cap. I looked damn good for someone coming out of a sickness-induced coma. Back to business, I wish I had less pride so I send my laundry out.

I love my stuff smelling like me, fresh. Ergo, I don't think I'll ever have anyone else do it again (unless I'm really sick). I love you Mommy but my laundry is a crucial part of my life. My clothes--sometimes, as superficial as it sounds--define my personality. My wardrobe is usually spunky and fun...just like me.

Wooohuh! Okay duckies, I think it's time for some "Words of Wisdom."

"Love your life. No matter what is happening, love it for the things you foresee in your future. Love your life because you're alive. Love your life because it's yours...you belong here for a reason duckie! Love every second because you can feel how beautiful it is to be you."

Sorry duckies but we need to start loving our lives more. Being sick, I am jealous of my bored days. When I was bored I fully capable: inhaling deeply without feeling the shaky remembrance of the mucus harbored in my abdomen, going about everyday liberties without the promise of draining my energy, laughing without being bombarded with harsh coughing. When I cough I feel like my throat is being force-fed coarse stones.

But I still love life duckies. This is merely a temporary pit-stop. Now it's time to relax and treasure. In a day or two I'll be attacking the world again, as if nothing happened.

Babychild! I forgot to mention that Alyssa and Rockstar were phenomenal at their lip sync performance today. Alyssa invited me to come see her performance for our school's annual Greek Week ceremonial/social event--and her sorority was matched-up with their soulmate fraternity--being held at Konover. The performances were superb but Alyssa's routine won 1st place.

I'm proud of you duckies!

Mike: Graham told me that you joined my FaceBook group "Gabriel Anderson Friends" and he quoted you--in a text--saying "I don't just join any group." I feel honored that you joined duckie. Tell your friends, spread the gospel of Gabriel Anderson. I love that you read it and I am glad that I can share my life with you. Thank you for being a treasured ruby. I truly appreciate you.

Graham: Sorry Monica and I took forever to meet you at Konover today. We were lallygagging for quite a bit and we lost track of time. Plus I'm sick so we had to walk at a moderate pace...you know with the whole thing of my chest being consumed by mucus...no biggie lol. Anywho, I had a blast with you and Monica tonight. Thank you for making me laugh. Laughter is the best cure for any ailment. But always remember...CUT THE CORD! LOL

Monica: Babychild! You are my ride or die! Freshmen year, I remember coming up to your place all times of night and we would converse about life and you would always bring up that you heard me singing Beyonce earlier in the day. It sucks that we're not married anymore but its for the better. You know I only "enjoy" women after 3am on Saturdays nights! ONE NIGHT ONLY, aow! Love you.

Rockstar: Rockstar! We were BBMing each other and I found out you're sick too. Why are we sick? We don't deserve this lol...no one does. I'm guessing this is God's way of making us take a break from our A-List lives. I wish he was more subtle; maybe he'll mess with the reception of our BBM? Now that I think about it losing BBM is worse than a chest cold. We're surviving and I might wanna move to Cali with you in eight months. Wooohuh, get ready for it baby boy! (Or maybe not...we'll talk lol.)

Courtney/Innocent: OMG, Innocent. I couldn't believe you came into my room today, knowing I was sick, just to check-up on me. You were not afraid of the impending doom of the lurking germs in my room. You were concerned for my health and you braved it all. Courtney, you are such a delight to have in life. I am so glad I have you as a friend. You are a remarkable person and I can't wait for more Bad-A$$ and Innocent Adventures. I love you.

Okay duckies, I am too drained to do anything else but sleep right now. I'll probably do my laundry on Wednesday instead of tomorrow morning. Oh well! I still love life...just not enough to have my throat raped by rocks again lol.

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

Live, love & Lady Gaga,

Gabriel Anderson

GabrielAnderson.Blogspot.Com

Dear Duckies,

WAIT! My dear people-friend Cruella Diva has something to say.

Go ahead Cruella...

You are too kind Cruella. Thank you for the compliment on my 101th post.

I, Gabriel Anderson, have such good news! I'm so excited about this post because today beautiful things happened. My fame is increasing: prancing and slithering around your ears, waiting to sting your senses. I felt like a unicorn eating skittles.

First Thing: Today I was helping Margaret with the speaker equipment she let me borrow for the Poetry Slam--which had a magnificent turn-out--because I'm a gentleman. (Thank you!) Well on our way out of my school's radio station, WSAM the station's Program Director, Ernie, told me:

"You and Rockstar are doing a really good job at the station. You guys are playing new music and bands are listening. Manufactured Defects sent you something in the mail. Here are CD's, stickers...and a contact note--a note with contact information--from Josh-Ua, the lead vocalist."

Duckies, do you know why Manufactured Defects sent Rockstar and I free stuff? We played their music on our radio show and people liked it. We love it! Rockstar and I played it at parties (always an adventure because "that guy" is there, being a dick), on our radio show (Rar-Rar w/ Rockstar and DJ Squiggz...buy our apparel), gossiped with our A-list friends, and we blogged about it. But more importantly, Rockstar and I called Josh-Ua on my BlackBerry today...and OMG! He is so tranquil-tempered and enthusiastic. Josh-Ua is chasing his dreams in a swamp of unemployment and 401K; he's ready to ravish the music industry. He is a very modest guy: his smoothly masculine tenor voice slid through my BlackBerry's speaker.

I won't give out anymore information. Check out our radio show tomorrow night (April 8th) from 9pm to 10pm on the station's site to hear more. You can see if Rockstar is wearing his favorite purple sweater and black and white pashmina or me with my beige and brown wool Coach scarf: caressing your neck like a cloud's promise. There's a webcam in the studio. It looks like an anorexic R2-D2!

SECOND THING: I had a meeting for my new position as a preceptor--which is an honored peer advocate that assists professors in courses--around noon today. I was fueled only by a tumbler of Nespresso black espresso, with sugar. Cream wasn't an option today. The lecture hall was cramped with faculty members and preceptors. Structural suits held faculty in place and slick leather briefcases sheltered next semester's dreams. The preceptors were dressed to impress a blind man. Most wore the regular college outfit: t-shirt, ordinary denim jeans and dirty Nikes.

I, on the other hand, looked like a "Harfvard" Law Student on casual Friday.

I wore my Calvin Klein black leather boots, my dark-wash Buffalo jeans (cuffed over my boots), blue and white pin-stripped Arrow dress shirt, black and silver crisscross Savile Row patterned tie, navy blue Borrelli skully hat, brown and beige wool Coach scarf and a dark tope GAP thigh-length trench coat. I had my chocolate light brown Coach tote bag, carrying textbooks for five and a half-hour shift of class after the meeting today.

The meeting went well. When everyone started openly discussing the duties of a preceptor the heat in the room brushed against your forehead and you could feel the intensity biting the air. Some faculty were giggling into the ears of their preceptors; some were victims of the academic banter from jaded faculty; one was taking notes on their Verizon Wireless BlackBerry Storm, using the Memo Application. I love my phone. When my BlackBerry's battery dies, a part of me shuts down; my phone rings me to life.

Speaking of life, let's get to some "Words of Wisdom."

"Compartmentalizing an emotion is like caging a wild beast. Every second it's locked away is a second it grows into something feral and uncontrollable. In contrast, if you let it free its animalistic instincts will embrace its sole purpose and explore its limits. Break your emotions free and watch them flourish."

OH! In my previous post, I forgot to mention my petite and perky friend (and Resident Assistant) Alex snagged me a room with the biggest closet in the dorm suite I'm going to live in next year.

Thank you Alex; you're a doll!

I'm tired duckies but I don't know what I'm going to write for my Art of the Personal Essay class. Professor T. Stores is teaching it and she expects nothing but the best.

She wants us to examine our own ways of interaction with the world and how we identify the person we think ourselves to be. My mind creeps through my laptop screen and onto paper, but sometimes my brain speaks faster than my hands can comprehend. My blog is wrapped around my life; it suffocates from the heat of my brown eyes reading the pixels, of each letter of every word. Blogging is my personal essay.

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

Live, love & Lady Gaga,

Gabriel Anderson

Sass or Dare

OMG Duckies; I'm so scared. I'm at the library blogging right now and all the computers and lights flickered! I feel like I'm in Jurassic Park!



Anywho, before the lights flickered Kari, Steph and I were enjoying Starbursts--courtesy of Steph--and it was just magical.



As you know Starburst come in wrappers and I didn't feel like going to the garbage can, even though it's less than 10 feet away from my computer lol. So Kari dared me:
"Throw it from your seat and if you miss you have to shout 'I farted,' standing on your chair."
"I'll do it but I'm not standing on the chair."

So I aim for the garbage can--not believing in myself--and I miss. And immediately after, I get out of my seat and yell:

Good times!

(Its still raining outside but that has not stopped my internal-sunshine!)



I'm listening to Lady Gaga and the Original Broadway Cast soundtrack of the musical "Wicked"

so I'm keeping my spirits up. But I am tired duckies. And so I Baklahdah.

On our Wednesday class of Gender Activism, Rockstar and I were bored with the class discussion--as usual--and we decided to spice it up. Rockstar always throws (intentionally-offensive) curve balls in class, just to spark the embers under every one's feet. (It's so funny seeing the reactions from people in class...BRAVO Rockstar!)



Since he never means what he says (like "Women need to chill out") I decided to speak up in class too. The topic somehow changed to our Professor's anger issues (we hardly speak about anything gender-related) so I said:
"I don't get angry. My demon, Baklahdah, does. I blackout and my friends tell me my eyes glow."



As if a flip switched, everyone got really quiet--which is a rarity--and the only thing that broke the silence was Rockstar's laughing. I soon joined in and then everyone did too; class continued eventually.

In other news, yesterday I was invited to stop by Alyssa and Kendra's place to chat about our A-List lives and enjoy the feast they prepared. They made so much food and I was so hungry...thank you ladies!
We chatted, we watched deleted scenes from "Twilight" (they were sooooo sexual...watch them!), then we ended the night with "Sex and the City: The Movie."



I haven't seen the movie in ages and OMG...I miss it. (Whoever borrowed it from me, I'm coming to your place with a shotgun! JK...or am I?)

Anywho, we are way overdue for some "Words of Wisdom." Let's get to it!

"The best thing to be is yourself, regardless of the consequence. If you lie to yourself--by disregarding your true character--you're always going to have be on guard for cracks in your facade. Believe in your inner-beauty and people will love you for you."

OH! I forgot to mention that I'm hosting a Poetry Slam on April 6th (this upcoming Monday) at 7:30pm at University of Hartford's Hawk's Nest. Afterward (around 9pm) there's an open mic...so bring the talent, the sass, and the ferocity duckies!



Okay, even though my internal-sunshine is beaming brightly I need to go back to sleep.
I wish you the best of happiness. Stay true duckies.

Peace, love & Obama,
Gabriel Anderson

It's Gabriel, b$%ch!

Duckies, my my my it's been quite awhile! Toward the end of Spring Break I became so engrossed with the glamour of New York City. But then I saw a sign that told me I need to get back to you. The day before I came back to school Elle Fox and I were walking through Central Park for a bit and I saw a glorious sign.

(Taken on Blackbird, my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry Storm)

I was so taken aback. I told Elle I needed to take a picture and she already knew I took on the form of a rogue paparazzi...lol love her.

Coming back onto campus, I've been so stressed out.

I know it's not good but stress gets to everyone at some point in their lives. I even start a new class tomorrow (it's a half-semester course) and I am so excited for it. (Rockstar is in it too! By the way check out his blog: http://solidrockstarstatus.blogspot.com/, become a follower of his blog too!)

Anywho, I felt like Britney pre-"Gimme More" for a couple weeks.

My life was in shambles: stress was eating me alive. Luckily, as we speak (and as I blog) I am blooming into Britney post-"Circus".

(I will be in this state of mind when I wake in the morning.)

Oh, I forget to tell you I saw "I Love You Man" on my last day in New York.

Gabriella, Ingrid (our aunt) and I saw it together and we could not stop laughing. Paul Rudd and Jason Segel are such a phenomenal team! Gabriella and I are still quoting the movie, via text messages and BBM. GO SEE IT DUCKIES!

Speaking of laughter, one of my dear jetsetting people-friends, Cliff Morris, sent me a video from an A-List summer gathering I hosted in my backyard. Cliff sent it to me a couple hours ago and I told him I had to post it on here.

I have no idea what was said before he started filming but I know we all started laughing even more because of the way I tried to compose myself afterwards lol. Gabriella and I are a mess: I was even sweating from laughing so hard. Check it out!

Anywho, let me give you want you want. Duckies, take these "Words of Wisdom."

"In order to maintain success and happiness you must find a balance between work and play. Of course this is easier said then done; make sure you know your limits and are able to reserve time for leisure. Work is fine and fun is just as important: make sure to apply moderation to both."

Okay duckies, I need to do some reading (yes, I'm a night owl) before I head to bed.


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

Peace, love & Obama,
Gabriel Anderson