Magical Mondays

Morning my precious duckies!
Isn't today just remarkable? Most of you might disagree because you may dislike Mondays. There's actually a physiological reason for your dislike.
The energy you have today is not from last night's slumber...it's from Saturday night's!!!
When you go to sleep your body stores energy for the day after tomorrow. (Example: When you go to sleep on Saturday night, you're actually storing energy for Monday!!!)

It's so weird, right?!
Choose your sleep habits wisely duckies.

Anywho, this weekend was utterly magnificent. (My weekend starts Thursday night, which makes it even more magnificent!)
On Thursday evening I hung out with my dear people-friend Elle Fox at Central Park and that was simply gorgeous. We chatted it up, laughed, slipped on wet rocks--that was me lol--and discussed our future. Hours later our friend Nikki joined us at Elle's house and we had a little dance party on Elle's patio; simply divine!

Just the three of us, having a ball.
Our friend Sabrina came along when the night was surely dying but it was good to see her nonetheless.

On the following evening, Friday, I had made plans with Jamal...which was irrational on my behalf.
Remember how I said he was a maniac? Well some things don't change. He's still unstable (and sexy) but you know what they say: "Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice...fcuk you bitch!)

We were texting and calling each other all day, on Friday, (he contacted me first mind you) and everything seemed fine until he invited me over. In his own psychotic way, he was being incredibly indecisive: telling me to come over and when I actually got in a cab and WAITED for him outside of his apartment building, he didn't even come downstairs to say hello!
His dad is staying in his living room because his dad is going through a terrible divorce and he doesn't know his son is gay. Jamal was afraid his dad might find us cuddling--in his room, that does have a functionally lock on it--and then he'd be "outed," so to speak.
NEWS FLASH!!!
A blind man can see how gay you are Jamal!

But this is what I get for messing around with future psych ward patients.
Woooohuh! lol

Luckily, right before I was about to take the train home Aaron called me and asked if I wanted to go out to our favorite bar, Limmericks.
(Yes, Aaron and I have reconciled and we are back to being great friends.)

So I met up with Aaron and a slew of our other friends and we danced the night away. It was so A-List: table-dancing, shots of Jose Cuervo, jukebox bumping, cigarette smoke and realizing the beautiful people around me were still my true people-friends. Simply breath-taking!

The next night, Saturday, my people-friend Antoine (from Queens) threw himself a graduation party. I saw so many old friends and teachers. It was so A-List. When I walked through the door everyone knew who I was and if they didn't they knew me before I left. Antoine's mother cooked a feast for the Gods and the DJ was on point. Graham forced me to request Beyonce's "Single Ladies" and then Naomi stripped me of my hoodie and made me dance in front of everyone.
People were trying to take photos but my friends kept the paparazzi at bay. (My new friend Kimberly did record a video of me on her BlackBerry but I have yet to see it.)
On the whole, it was a great event. High school friends and college friends alike laughed, drank, danced, took new photos for their FaceBook accounts and remembered the times we all still cherish to this day.
It's superbly cleansing to examine the past when we're so close to what lies ahead.

Speaking of Beyonce, Monica and I are going to see her live tonight at MSG!

I AM...so excited! AHHHHHHHH!
Plus, Monica and I are having a sleepover at my house.
DOUBLE-AHHHHHH!
I've been brushing up on my lyrics and I'm ready to jam tonight. (I promise I won't upstage Beyonce at her own concert; this is her job. I'll just sway my hips and sing-along. I won't push people out the way to dance in the aisle to "Get Me Bodied" this year lol.)

Speaking of dancing, I haven't been able to stop listening to "SummerBoy" for the past few weeks! And speaking of SummerBoy, I'm still waiting to pick one.
Yesterday, I started talking to a new one....we'll call him Perry. Perry is this very sexy, Hispanic male who is incredibly humorous and adorably sassy. He calls me Sookie because, as you know, I love the HBO series "True Blood." (Last night's episode was phenomenal by the way.)
Well, even though we've only started talking for no longer than a day, I find him to be very suitable and...well-put together. He may even be boyfriend material. However, I am not rushing into anything because relationships demand time & attention, and if you rush love you'll be forced to suffice with an unhealthy dose of lust.

Plus, I loooooooooooooooooove being single. But if the right guy comes around, I'll devote time to him.
Stay tuned for more Perry and other SummerBoy updates.

In other news, I've been thinking about my next move after my Senior year runs its course. I'm going to NYU for grad school but I was thinking of moving into a beautiful brownstone with one (or two) of my stable people-friends.

I want to live with either Graham or Elle...or maybe both.
I need to introduce them to one another. They both have special places in my heart and I think the three of us would make a great team. Not to mention, the three of us are so A-List individually that when we're together, outsiders might fall to the ground and weep from the sheer beauty of our unity.

LOL, enough of this.
It's time for the "Word of the Week."
The new "Word of the Week" is:
Twassing- To use a demeaning tone via Twitter; to sass via Twitter; anything Gabriel Anderson writes on his Twitter.
EX: "When someone leaked Lady Gaga's "Paparazzi" before she gave the OK, she was furious. She was twassing everyone, all day!"
(This word of the week was inspired by my dear friend Alicia.)

OH! I almost forgot.
Let's get to some "Words of Wisdom."

"When disagreeing with another duckie remember that we all have our own opinions. Our opinions are what we believe and if they happen to conflict with our own, it doesn't make them any less of a person. Even though this is your life, others have lives too and they have the right to follow different routes. Be considerate and take time to understand the ways of others."

Okay duckies, I just received another assignment at work. It's time to show them how beautiful Mondays can be!
I wish you the best of happiness. I love you. Stay true and tuned.

Live, love & Lady Gaga,
Gabriel Anderson

Elle's $30 BlackBerry

Well hello beautiful. This past weekend was amazing. I didn't do much but I loved it. Sometimes the best opinion comes from alien eyes. (That was a random quote lol).

Speaking of alien it's been awhile since I've gotten a haircut and I like the way it looks. I look fresh. Anywho, I decided to go back to the barbershop on Saturday. (Remember I left the barbershop because Gabriella and Mommy were leaving too, on Friday? Back to the barbershop!)

I had to wait two hours to get my haircut because my barber was so slow and he had the nerve to be on the phone for most of the time.

Plus, someone farted in the shop and didn't confess. (I swear it wasn't me duckies. I have pride in my gas.)

Later that evening, all fresh and clean, Elle and I decided to hit up this chic lounge for a couple hours.

We spoke about our glamorous futures, had a few adult beverages, had a heart-to-heart and roamed the city...while dancing our way to the Starbucks at Union Square.

When we got there, two baristas (one who obviously needed to stop lying to himself about this sexuality) were arguing over a male barista's (the "gay" one) choice to end a relationship. The "gay" one said he ended it because the girl was crazy...like checking his phone, MySpace, Facebook and pockets (on a daily basis), to see if he was cheating on her. Gay or not, that would drive any person away.

Elle and I were laughing at their frivolous arguments...until she checked her purse and realized she lost her BlackBerry!


(Que the dramatic music!)

We immediately backtracked our steps, Starbucks in hand, but Elle's BlackBerry was nowhere to be found. I kept telling Elle to believe that it would come back to her because negative thinking would only worsen the situation. She tried believing in it until we both got tired of searching for it. We parted ways, going home soon thereafter, but I didn't give up. During the car ride back to Hartford I texted Elle's BlackBerry saying:

"Hi, if you have my friend's phone her name is Elle and her house number is (can't post it here duckies). Please be the beautiful person that you are and call to return her phone."

A couple hours after I got back on campus Elle texts me saying a lady found her phone and (with my help) was able to call her house to return it. Elle's parents drove her downtown to get her BlackBerry. (Only the true A-list are driven around.)

All Elle had in her wallet was $30 so she gave it to the kind woman.



The woman wasn't expecting a reward, she was just happy to see a BlackBerry back with it's owner. Yay happy endings!

In regards to happy endings, Aaron (my ex-people-friend) called me today. I didn't pick up because I'm so over that unproductive duckie. He left a message saying:


so I can know to stop calling you."

WTF? Honestly? If your so-called best friend hasn't been returning your calls since 2008 then you should take the hint. Aaron, I'm sorry but you just added stress to my life. I wish you the best with everything.

Okay duckies, I've held it off long enough. Here are some "Words of Wisdom."

"Biases are just familiar perceptions; you really can't blame people for hiding behind known territories. But when people try to force or envelope their biases upon you...then it becomes a problem."

By the way, I am in love with "The House Bunny."

(It's playing in the background right now.)
It's one of those movies that you can watch over and over again without wanting to OD on Pepto bismol.



Duckies, it's time to cuddle with my pillow. I wish you the best. Stay true.

Peace, love & Obama,
Gabriel Anderson

Emo-Fingered Valentine

Hey duckies! Yes, its been a while and I have so much to share with you. I am extremely busy nowadays, to the point where I have to schedule going home (to NYC) at least two months in advance; such a jetsetter!

Toward the beginning of this week I was academically sassed. I usually can't be sassed (academically) because my GPA is a 3.7! Hello, if you try sassing me academically I will crush you! Well, one of my professors, Professor Voldemort tried to fcuk me over when it came to giving me credit for my internship with HarperCollins, saying:



"My primary concern is that it is too late to add a course and that, since the internship is completed, that you wouldn't be able to complete the work that is supposed to be done in process (like the journal)."

Listen here Professor Voldemort, I know you're jealous because I'm a junior in college and I was able to have my own office at an elite, internationally-known publications company...while you just sat back at home hating your life. All my work is completed (especially the journals) and it was just a matter of compiling the work into one document. Jealousy doesn't phase me because I love my life and I'm sorry that you hate yours. Learn to give credit where it's due! (Wooooohuh, I needed to vent duckies. I was so stressed because of him.)

I was stressed to the point where my body decided it was sick. I was so stressed that I got the stomach flu.



It was unbearable, so unbearable that I missed my favorite class, Rhetorics of Gender Activism. The next day I felt better but I couldn't eat anything.

While room-ridden, what got me through my stress-slump was "Legally Blonde" the movie.



(I haven't seen the play, other than what I've seen on MTV, and I think it'll ruin the movie for me.)

Anyway, the part in the movie where Elle realized that no one believed in her academic-adequacy is the part that almost made me cry because I felt exactly like Elle. But like Elle I got my $hit together and I showed the sassers I wasn't having it.

(SIDE NOTE)
I'm in the library right now and I don't know how people work in such silence. I need noise to do anything. I'm from the city and what people call "quiet" in the city are cars driving by, people talking outside, the buzz of the streetlamps and the whisper of the street.



Right now I'm jamming to my iPod and I know people are staring at me because I'm bouncing in my chair lip-syncing. But as Fall Out Boy says "I Don't Care."

Speaking of "I Don't Care," last night Paris (Rockstar) was sick so I had to do the radio show by myself; where I played "I Don't Care." I had such a blast working in the studio by myself because it made me feel more independent and A-list than usual.



I had to man the controls, the computer, music, copying the playlist for the E-Board's records, typing up a script, the phone (even though no one called lol) and other things. Rockstar I miss you...get well! (I recorded the show--on a CD--and if any of you duckies wanna hear it, hit me up!)

OH! I just remembered that I left the CD of last night's show in Monica's room. But it's fine. Last night, while I was there we watched "Rules of Attraction." Yolanda and Cherry were there too and I love hanging out with those ladies...they're so fun! Anywho, I was feeling sassy and I asked Monica to paint my nails black, since she was painting hers. Monica was falling asleep so she said "I'll paint one." Being that she was tired I gave her a break and I let her paint my right middle finger. I feel so frikkin emo and I love it.



I guess it makes sense that we painted my right middle finger because people give this finger such power and this shade of black (noir) epitomizes the ugliness of hate the "middle finger" represents. (That was deep.)

Speaking of deep, I love STN (my school's Student Television Network). They believe in me so much that they really want to give me a show! I had a real meeting with them, the other day, for my show; "The Antoine Gardner Show" and I feel so honored.


Shout-outs to the following lovely duckies of STN. (Real Names...oOoOoOo)

-Mallory Duncan*
-Christina Joniaux*
-Matt Cooke*
-Suzie Hunter*
-Kim Bifulco*
(*these were the only people at the impromptu meeting)

And I thank every and anyone I missed!

By the way I need about twenty-people to be in my live studio audience on the day of taping, which is March 12th. (Email me at A.Gardner@vzw.blackberry.net to RSVP!)

Anywho, in regards to my personal-personal life, I was thinking about calling Aaron (my ex-best friend) today. I was evaluating where we stand and if I was being too harsh. But while I was in class my beautiful professor, Professor Beckford, said something in class, along the lines of:
"It's hard to let go of what you know."
With that being said...


go team Lauren (me).

Speaking of me, I need to give you duckies the new quote to live by until I post again. Here it is:

"Whenever you plan something to the point where there isn't room to breathe, the plan never works out because you're focusing on the probability of failure. Life is unpredictable and you have to adjust your life to fit in with its unpredictability. Have a plan but don't crumble when the universe tries to spice up your life."

Woooohuh, I wrote a lot today. But I think it was needed because I've been depriving you duckies. I just picked up my Valentine's (Alex) gift from the post office on campus and I have to run and pack it with some glamour-jazz before my A-list appointments come knocking at my BlackBerry.

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

Peace, love & Obama,
Gabriel Anderson

Snow Cigarettes

You are a remarkable creature. What's going on duckies? I'm now HarperCollins-free, this past Friday was my last day on the job. But guess what? They want me to come back this summer!!!
(That's your cue.)

(Aww, thank you. Thank you. You shouldn't have lol.)

In other news, Aaron called me (twice), leaving two (equally) heartfelt hetero-life partner messages and I didn't pick up. I'm sorry but I'm over it. You were a consistent fcuked friend and you're so 2008.



When I was in New York over the summer I became a smoker. (I'm over it now though.) But before this sudden revelation, the reason I started smoking was because of Aaron and my other NY friends. All of them smoke! I just liked the buzz from nicotine. More importantly, I think it's good that I dropped those friends and the bad habit.



In other friend updates, I'd like to take time to thank Graham for picking me from my house to take me to school. (He was going there too but it was still very nice of him lol.)

We had such a blast. We jamming to this 4-hour playlist I made (at like 7am on Sunday morning) and were cracking up the entire ride. We went to Red Lobster and Circuit City too! And like true gangstas we were jamming to Spice Girls...while were driving through one of the roughest avenues in Hartford.



It was too funny. But Graham sassed me, unintentionally of course. As we were unpacking my stuff from his car I had a bag of books (gifts) that were in this big Old Navy bag. Well I'm coming out of my apartment and Graham has this embarrassed look on his face and he utters: "I'm so sorry." In his hand was the Old Navy bag. But the bag was torn from the bottom, and below the bag were the books...scattered across the snow-covered ground.



OMFG?! Are you kidding me?! I run over to the car and start shoveling as many books as I can, as fast as possible, into Graham's trunk. Water damage is the devil. Luckily I had two paper towels in my pocket (I sweat a lot) and I absorbed the soon-to-be water damaged books. No books were harmed. But Graham, honestly, you couldn't hold the bottom of the bag? Common sense gets you a looooong way lol. Love ya Graham!

In other sassy events, several friends and I went to Olive Garden for dinner last night. With our luck, we got a sassy waitress. She greets us, fake smile and all:

"Hi, my name is Bitch (that should have been her name). Would any of you like to taste our wine of the evening?"
We all look around at each other seeing who was going to break the silence and my friend Evy replies:
"Sure, I'd like to try some."
Bitch then asks:
"Okay. May I see your ID?"

Bitch set us up! Evy didn't have her driver's license (she wasn't driving) so she couldn't sample the offered wine. I know Bitch was clearly doing her job but come on?! Graham (being a newly-21 y/o) took up the offer, showing Bitch his ID. Bitch scans the ID and immediately asks, while laughing:
"Where's your date of birth?"
(Stupid bitch.) Graham responds, "It's in more place than one on Delaware IDs," pointing to an emboldened, red area where his DOB clearly was.
Bitch saw it, letting out an elongated "Okaaay," and poured Graham a glass.

Other than that dinner was fine. We were having a swell time; talking $hit about the waitress, technology, private jokes and the upcoming semester...then came time for dessert.
We were joking, saying it would be hilarious if Bitch would ask ID for dessert....AND SHE DID AND IT WAS MY DESSERT! Bitch, get your life together; it's just a milkshake!

Bitch aside, we had a wonderful night.
Sorry for not blogging last night, it was jam-packed between Bitch, meetings, unpacking, visiting friends and fatigue. But here is the quote of the day for Jan 19th:

"In order to obtain a goal you must envision yourself doing something with the actual goal. However, if you concentrate on the details (such as money or other faulty aspects) the goal will become a 'worry.'"

Okay. I have to stop by Monica's because I miss her and she thinks I'm ignoring her lol. (Love you...I know you're reading this.) I wish you the best of happiness. Stay true duckies!

Peace, love & Obama,
Gabriel Anderson

You Think You Know People

Hello pretties. I have a lot of things to talk about. I apologize for postponing my posts until Jan 5th! Happy New Year! 2009 is here. Wooohuh! Anywho these are the topics I'll be dishing on:

• New Year's Eve and Papa John's
• Aaron and the rest of my New York friends
• Nick
• New Year's Resolution

New Year's Eve and Papa John's

I didn't have anything planned for New Year's Eve so I thought I should throw a party. And when I through parties, everyone goes home extremely satisfied.
I officially planned this party this past Sunday, December 28th, 2008. I sent out text message invites to my selected circle of friends. Unfortunately, some of my friends like to respectfully decline invites the day of the party. Before we get into the negative things of the night let's get into what I had planned for the guests.

I made appetizers: shrimp cocktail and pretzel crackers with extra sharp cheddar cheese. I made an enormous bowl of San Gria (which came out waaaay better than I expected) and I planned on ordering pizza for the night. However, I ordered the pizza online at Papajohns.com

and the order seemed fine. Almost an hour later I get an email on my BlackBerry telling me that my order had been cancelled. But get this...they still charged me and told me that they weren't going to notify my bank. I'm gonna call Sassy/Robber John's about my order tomorrow or I'm going to sue them. Besides that I connected my PS3 to the living room television and altered the audio input so everyone could hear music, instead of the game. In addition to this, I even moved furniture around and decorated the entire house. But my New York friends are dicks. I must apologize though to Corey and Anthony. Anthony was actually the only person that showed up and partied with me. (Love you Anthony.) Corey informed me that she couldn't party with me the day before the party (which is acceptable). Thank you for being my true friends. However, my friend Aaron is an incomplete asshole.

Aaron and the rest of my New York friends
When I first went off to college and came back to hang out with my friends, I realized that my best friend Aaron had "moved on" to a new best friend: Reggie. It sucks to find out your best friend doesn't love you as much as you love them, just because you went off to better yourself at college.

What baffles me though is what he did tonight. He decided to hang out with Reggie today because tonight was Reggie's last night in NY for a couple weeks. Wait a minute...am I confused or am I not away (in CT) at school for most of the year? I mean I was throwing a party (where everything and more is free) and Reggie just wanted to go to a club (where everything isn't free and is totally overpriced on New Year's Eve). But the thing is they didn't even go to a club. My "friends" (Aaron, Reggie and Jennifer) all split up to go home to their families around 10:30pm...and didn't call me. It's really f%^ked up! I hate them. I really hate them. I know "hate" is such a selfish and powerful word but I hate them. They are cut off. I cannot have dead weight friends on my mind when I become famous. They are going to regret doing this to me tonight. (Woooooooohuh, had to get that off my chest.) I still love Corey, Anthony and all my college friends lol.



Nick
Unfortunately (as predicted) Nick and I are no longer together. This time I think its best we don't become a couple again. We're perfect for each other (only in the bedroom). Out of the bedroom we're always fighting and (I'm sorry that I'm shallow)


he's soooooooo short. I'm 5' 9.5" and he's like 5' 5". However, height was towered by "love." If we didn't have to leave the bedroom we'd be soulmates. But the world isn't a mattress.




But the good thing is this gives me a chance to acknowledge the past and embrace the future. It sucks that I'm entering 2009 without a boyfriend and without my best friend but guess what? This is my life and I can alter it anyway I please. I love my life and nothing's going to stop me from doing so. With that being said let's get to the quote of the day for Jan 1st, 2009:



"If it seems you've lost everything, don't fret. A fresh start can dramatically change your life. It's up to you, how this change will affect your life. Don't be afraid of your life; it's yours to create and influence. Start anew with a positive attitude and beautiful things will come."


I can't believe it's 2009 already. In one year I'll be out of college. AAAAHHHHHH. Oh! I got my BlackBerry Storm by the way. I named it Blackbird, Blackbird Storm. Here's a pic I took within an hour of getting Blackbird.


Look at the clarity of Blackbird's camera. LOL. Like I said, beautiful things come if you venture into new territory with a positive attitude. I love you all and I wish you the best of happiness in 2009...and decades to come. Stay true pretties.



Peace, love & Obama,
Gabriel Anderson