The Return of Gabriel Anderson: Part One

Well, hello my beautiful duckies.

I know, it's been toooooo long since my last post. I apologize for the hiatus but so much kept me from blogging...and you have every right to know exactly what happened. Here's what you missed.

I graduated from University of Hartford, on May 16, 2010: majoring in English, with an emphasis in Creative Writing.

I was hospitalized for an entire month and (wrongfully) diagnosed with a (fcuking sad excuse for a) mental illness.

I've recovered from my "mental illness."

I am now working with a temp agency, that finds me jobs that pay $16/hr. (I work Mon-Fri, 9am to 5pm. I've been employed with them since March 2011 and I've only been "unemployed" for only two weeks.)

And I now have a (Black Card) Gym Membership with Planet Fitness.

Yes, it is a lot to take in. But I shall elaborate on each update...except for graduation. I mean, I did my four years at UHA. I did naughty things: almost got in trouble with Public Safety for some illegal things, played with boys between classes, struggled through my Capstone class (which was the biggest pain in my ass...and I've had quite a few pains in that area), and graduated with Magna Cum Laude Honors.

Now, to the heavy stuff. I think you all need to know why I was gone for so long. My family doesn't like talking about this but I don't care. This really happened to me and it's my story to tell.

Everything I'm about to share are true facts. There may be a few jokes here and there. But humor helps me heal.

During my last semester of school, I became severely depressed. It got so bad that I actually contemplating ending it all. I know, crazy right?! Since I was younger I've always been put under a never-ending wave of pressure to achieve something greater than everyone else in my family. Before May 16th, 2010 I was the only one in my immediate family to complete a 4-year college.

I was militantly trained.

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**(This is an actual picture of my 2 year-old self.)

I was taught how to read by the time I was 2. Yes, I've been able to read since I was 2. As most kids were given cookies and treats, I was given the same and a plethora of new words to master. My favorite word when I was 5 was "astonished." I was such a snobby kid. I was always dapper, dressed in tennis sweaters, polo shirts, and other pretentious garments.

To determine the worth of other kids, when I was 5, I would go up to them and say...

I was a dick.

Anywho, during my last semester in college the pressure got the best of me. I was juggling my college radio show--"Gabriel and Friends"--by myself (developing topics, inviting guest DJs, finding new music, etc.), I was the go-to building manager in the morning for my school's Student Union for most of the week, I was a registered party planner on campus, I had 18 credits to fulfill (4 of them being a class I had to take again because I failed it the previous semester), and my Capstone class was fucking ridiculous...

If I can remember clearly for this one class we had to read 5 books and give a 4-page minimum report on each of the books; develop three lesson plans and teach them to an actual high school class; attend ALL the readings that were hosted by the University, on campus; coordinate and participate in at least two events of April's "Day of Poetry"; create a theme for our portfolio; research authors' work that matched the prevalent theme that we had to create for our portfolio, (using at least 3 books outside of class); write a 15-page introduction about the authors' work, in relation to our theme and work; (the finale) create a polished portfolio, with a minimum of 30 pages, in addition to the 15-page introduction.

Mind you, that was just one class. And this class happened to be scheduled 7:30pm - 10pm on Thursdays...and our professor never let us out early.

Okay, I'm sorry. I often get sidetracked when talking about sass. This is the Sass Corner.

Back to the story.

As said before I was always pressured to become something great. The pressure got the best of me and I cracked. I was so worried about getting a job right after school and moving out that I actually thought I had the ability to do so. I believed that I had everything I needed to begin life as a liberated college grad. I was... delusional.

Toward the end of my last semester in school, my friend Shelby and I were planning on birthing a PR Firm. We were called Innovative Relations. We even ordered business cards and everything. (Oh and FedEx, sorry I never came to pick them up...or pay for them.)

We rushed into this business and we even got some attention from some very promising clients. I got so whisked away in the idea of living the life before I had the funds. This is where everything turned to shit.

I built an entourage of three of my close friends, appointing them different positions to help me fulfill my dream. Not only did I recruit them, I pretty much treated them like unworthy subordinates.

I didn't realize I was treating them like shit until it was too late. And by too late I mean overdosing on my friend's ADD medication. Yup, it got that crazy. I'm not gonna lie, I did use prescription drugs, mainly Adderall, while I was in college. I used them to stay awake to complete papers or last-minute projects. But that's when you take one pill at a time.

I took six pills...at once.

I was up for a a total of four days straight. And in those four days I did some ridiculously crazy things. I growled at people when I was angry. I thought I was in a magical land where I could perform spells. I believed that my mother sold my soul to the devil. I also thought that my grandfather was a vampire. (That I still think is true.)

During those days it was as if I had awaken a dark, shadow personality that dwelt within me. He was too sassy for words, bossy, and a straight-up dick! (I don't know if I mentioned this to you before, but I do have a demon inside of me. His name is Baklahdah.)

Around midnight of the fourth day, after watching "Sherlock Holmes" I came up with a brilliant idea that in order to make it big I had to make a sacrifice to God, but through a ritual that required a blood sacrifice. But I didn't know how to do it exactly.

A few hours later my stepdad was getting ready for work. And I told him that I needed some guidance. Being the devout Christian that he is, he told me that I should read the Bible.

Duckies, the worst thing you can say an emotionally-unstable person, who has been awake for more than 80 hours, is read the Bible.

Have any of you duckies ever read the Bible? Excuse me, but that shit is fcuked up. It's full of judgement, magical stories, and punishment. NEVER read it without a guide.

(Side note: Does anyone else think it's weird that J.C. had his disciples--and current C'tians--symbolically drink his blood and digest parts of his body? I'm sorry, why am I doing this? Your blood has magic? Oh, you must be a vampire or a demon. Think about it.)

Anyway, I started reading the Bible and I began crying. I skipped around to random parts and read about the destruction of the world, the devil's reign on the Earth, punishment for sins, leviathans in the deep, and Hell. I immediately ran to my bedroom window and ripped out my screen. I started shouting scriptures from my window because I thought the world should know that we were all doomed.

After about 20 minutes of recite-shouting religious scriptures from the Bible and weeping, I knew that no one was listening. I did the only thing I felt was right. I prayed for God to help me.

Remember how I told you I had awaken a dormant, shadow personality inside of me? Well after I prayed, I felt empowered and invincible. It was as if I was another person. I believed that I had come into contact with an actual angel. I believed that a warrior angel commandeered my body.

The angel told me that I needed to make a sacrifice unto the Lord. Before I knew it I had swallowed about six pills of my friend's ADD medication. (Duckies, at the time I thought I only took two. I later found out that I had consumed close to eight pills that day.)

Since I was up all day, I made a cocktail which symbolized the blood sacrifice needed to commence the ritual.

I mixed fresh strawberries, lemonade, and spiked it with vodka. I made about half a gallon of the "blood." Two of my best friends were sleeping over my house and but both were sleeping (in different rooms) even through my weeping and chanting. I blacked-out for most of the ritual but I do remember going back and forth, Bible in hand, reading random scriptures and taking the offering of blood (the cocktail) and telling my two best friends to drink it.

I could tell by their faces when I woke them to drink that they felt something was wrong, but didn't say anything. But I wasn't in control of my own body so I couldn't ask them to help me.

I was all alone, possessed by a fallen angel.

TO BE CONTINUED...

("The Return of Gabriel Anderson: Part Two" will be posted at midnight/12am of July 26, 2011)

SummerBoy Diving

OMG, duckies this weekend was fabulous. I hope you all had an amazing fourth of July weekend because I had enough fun for you all lol. I don't know what it is about fourth of July that makes us all feel so liberated and compelled to throw glamorous gunpowder into the air, drink like a sailor and dance--sometimes in our own rooms, alone--like we're being monitored. It's like a test of patriotism that we all know we're going to ace. Interesting...lol.
As you know my weekends start on Thursday.
This past Thursday I finally got a haircut--thank God--and afterwards I headed downtown to meet Graham, Eddie, Lisa and some of Eddie's friends from home. It was good to see Graham, Eddie and Lisa because they remind me of school and the beautiful people I love so much, including their spectacular selves.
We walked around: from Union Square to Penn Station to Port Authority. We were being very green lol.
Anywho, during our pedestrian travels Lisa, Graham and I decided to start a musical. (It hasn't been titled yet; we're still working on it.)

It's about three college kids and their adventures in New York City. So far we've gotten the finale down: a drunk cab-driver kills the three friends while they hold hands and shopping bags fly into the air, while the lights fade-out. LOL, so dramatic. You know you love it.
Unfortunately, Eddie and Lisa had to truck it back to New Jersey so they departed before the fun-fun stuff. Graham and I went back to his summer apartment on the UWS (upper west side) of New York. We watched TV, caught up on old times and enjoyed each other's company. It was very relaxing.

The following day--Friday--Gabriella, Mommy, Ronald, a few of Gabriella's friends, Ingrid and myself went to Camel Beach in the Poconos Mountains.

We were there for hours: tubing, swimming in the wave pools, getting tans, water-sliding, exploring King Tut's water kingdom (the picture above), water-racing, driving bumper boats and laughing at each other and ourselves.

It was a blast.
After Camel Beach we went back home to have a Sushi Sunshine Party in the backyard. It was delicious. We had Spidercrab rolls, California rolls, Dragon rolls, Shrimp Tempura, Eel Rolls and others.

Several hours later I received a call from Graham telling me there was a party going on above his apartment. At first I didn't want to go because I was exhausted from the water park...but I eventually gave in.
I'm glad I did.

The house party was being thrown by an NYU grad student...it was her birthday party! She had scrumptious food and drinks. The crowd was a grad school and a more established crowd that I was accustomed to...but I am more than capable of getting to know people, regardless of how we stand. I had a genuine blast at the party. I came in only knowing Graham and I left with several names and FaceBook friend requests.
Yaaaay!
(I didn't get home until 5am.)

The next morning (at approximately 7:15am) I was shaken awake by my mother, telling me to get ready for the sharks. Luckily I had my swimsuit outfit ready on my beige leather chair in my room and all I had to do was throw it on.
I went shark diving with Gabriella at this aquarium in River Head Long Island, New York. I think it was called "Atlantis."
Anywho, the aquarium was huge. They had sting ray exhibits--you could touch them because they clipped their stingers, sea lion shows, shark exhibit/diving world and tons more.
Our appointment to dive with the sharks was at 1pm.

Duckies, when I say life-changing, I mean life-changing.
Being in the water with such powerfully graceful creatures is riveting. I was simply in awe. The beauty and stealth of sharks and marine life in general is simply astounding. It was kind of eerie, I must admit. Being on land is completely different than being underwater. On land we're accustomed to sound and vibrations to determine how close or how far danger or intruders are from us. Underwater, a shark can swim right behind you and you wouldn't know it unless you see it. The only sound you hear underwater is the sound of your heart and your regulator. Other than that, you're left to connect with the beings that surround you. I wanna become a certified diver now.
Back to the tank, our regulator masks had mics so Gabriella and I had to watch our language because the instructor and the people surrounding the shark exhibit could hear everything we said. I was a good boy. LOL
But later on that night I wasn't.

On Saturday night, fourth of July, I let myself go. I wanted to break free of myself and run around the world with Independence on my sleeve. I called Graham, asking if he was doing anything and he invited me to this restaurant where the girls that lived above him were dining and celebrating the night. We met up with them at this Chinese/Spanish cuisine restaurant and we let the drinks flow.

We let the drinks flow so much that I did "Single Ladies" once again...but on the sidewalk. On West 95th Street and Broadway to be exact.

The night ended with love.

Speaking of ending, over the weekend I thought it would be a great idea to graduate school early. But I would have to sacrifice my minor in Rhetoric and Professional Writing in order to do it. I completed my English major requirements but the only thing holding me back is my minor. However, after thinking about it I realized that employers don't really care how long it takes you to get your degree. If you have one you're golden...but if you graduate a semester early and you don't have anything planned...you're f%^ed.
I spoke to Mommy about it this weekend and it seemed all she really cared about was the money she would save if I graduated early. It's sad that we've come to the point in our relationship where she's ready to kick me out. But you know what duckies? When I become famous...guess who's going in a nursing home?!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA
I still love her but she needs tounderstand that being a great college student isn't easy and it takes a lot of endurance. Just let me enjoy my last year woman!
Plus, I'd miss my friends too much and I wouldn't know what to do with myself because I would be a recent UNEMPLOYED college grad. So until then I'm...
.

WORD OF THE WEEK!
The new WORD OF THE WEEK is:
DASHING: The act of being an older age and effortlessly having others believe you are younger than what you are; the act of being mature yet youthful.
EX. Stacey Dash (lol)

Ex. (Boy) "I had no idea you were 37. All this time I thought you were in your early twenties. You're dashing."

Let's get to some "Words of Wisdom."

"It is morally unethical to judge another for something they cannot control. People develop at different speeds and judging one because of this is awfully rash and premature. Don't be afraid to disagree with others but make sure you see it from their eyes and take your reasoning, into account, with a grain of salt."

SUMMERBOY UPDATE!


Due to popular demand from duckies and people-friends I called Nick last night, apologizing about my writing him off because he isn't completely sure of his sexuality. We spoke for a bit and I must say...I was disappointed with the conversation. I was so excited about life and he seemed slightly passive on the phone. He didn't say anything exciting but he did say he's my biggest fan.
(We'll see how this round will play out.)

Okay duckies, I gotta get back to work. I couldn't come in yesterday so today is just ridiculous.


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

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