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

Time to get Dirty

(THIS POST IS MORE GRAPHIC THAN USUAL...TASTEFUL, BUT GRAPHIC NONETHELESS. I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE.)

Duckies...OMG! I have some bad news. I didn't blog last night because I got a tearful call from Mommy. Gabriella's class raised a lot of money for this charity and were rewarded with a trip to Brazil. We were proud of her so we let her go, since she can BBM us and stuff.
Anywho, Mommy called me--crying--telling me Gabriella was attacked by a tiger!



Gabriella survived though; she was airlifted to a nearby hospital. Her vitals are stabilized and she's in intensive care. But I can't stop tearing up...because I am sooooooo kidding.


HAPPY APRIL FOOLS!
(That was good right?)

Anywho, I want to get dirty in this post. I've been getting some sass updates from some duckies and they want me to share it with you today.

Yesterday a duckie told me that he is tired of mens' restrooms. I asked him why and he told me that every bathroom he's used on campus has boogers above the urinals!



Duckies, come on?! Why can't you blow your noses like everyone else? It really isn't that hard. What you do is get a tissue and blow your green cousins onto it and Baklahdah! Simple, easy, done!

In other news I've noticed that a lot of people have cold sores on campus.

I've never had a cold sore and I won't because I take certain precautions. They go as follows:

1) Never share drinks with ANYONE! (If you do find their lip print on the glass and drink on the exact opposite of the mark. Or if its a small lip--like a Snapple or Sprite bottle-- don't put your lips on the bottle; elevate the bottle and pour. This doesn't work for cans.)
2) Don't kiss anyone with a cold sore. (Duh!)
3) When you wash your face, scrub your lips too. (Lips are extensions of your mouth. The mouth is the 2nd dirtiest thing humans have.)
4) Use medicated lip balm/chapstick/ointment.

Woooohuh! Sorry duckies, I've been witnessing these things and it's time to clean house!

Yaaay!

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

"The immediate events that happen in our lives are heavily influenced by the thoughts we focus on. If you think of unfortunate events, negative things will corner you. If you think positive thoughts everything will be sunshine and rainbows, even when there's a thunderstorm. Suffocate yourself with positive thoughts and you'll breathe positivity."

Duckies, I am obsessed with "Disco Heaven" by Lady Gaga!
Click here to listen to it!

Okay, I have to go about my A-List day. See you duckies later.
I wish you the best of happiness. Stay true.

Peace, love & Obama,
Gabriel Anderson

Sass the Runway

Hola duckies! I am in the library and I can't stop looking out the window. Supposedly a snowstorm is supposed to swamp the Northeast.

Duckies, we have to believe in the snow. I know you don't want classes tomorrow nor do you favor Mondays. I need you to look out your window (or just go outside) and say:
.

Anywho, yesterday I went to the BSU Fashion Show and it was radical. The concepts behind the different scenes were so intricate and fantabulous. Here are some pictures of the glorious show.





I must admit the tardiness of the show was a bit much but I dealt with it accordingly...like this one tacky girl who sassed Graham and I upon arrival.

Duckies, I told you I was going to think positive and get front row seats. Well, Graham and I believed together and we were able to get VIP seating. (It's all about who you know duckies.) But this tacky duckie tried to stop us. There was a public line to get seating and Graham and I weren't aware of it until the tacky duckie said "You're not on the list." It wasn't what she said but how she said it that got me fired up. Then after seeing the looks on both of our faces she said "I love power." Duckies I couldn't hold it any longer. I replied:

"You don't have any power; after this show you're background noise again. And exactly who are you? You are incredibly sassy and I don't appreciate it. Do you hate your life that much that you're going to try to ruin my night? You should transfer because no one's going to like your attitude."



After I put her in her place she looked away and targeted someone else; a dear friend of mine, Keith, who happened to be chewing gum. The tacky duckie said "Stop popping your gum." Keith said something that made me laugh (can't really remember). Get it together duckie. Stop trying to suck the glamour-jazz out of everything.
(Wooohuh! Had to let that out!)

In other news, I was conversing with a duckie, Jocelyn, and she told me she admired my way of dancing. She had a fabulous idea too. Jocelyn told me I should try to teach my own dance class. I really put some thought into it and I am going to (try) to make it an official recreational course for next year.



We'll learn the choreography of hot & sassy music videos and at the end of the course we'll create our own. (I'll keep you duckies posted!)
So excited!

Okay okay, let's get to some "Words of Wisdom."

"The earlier you believe in something the more the outcome will be tailored to your vision. In order to give meaning to a belief you must have a tremendous amount of faith in yourself. Trust and believe!"

I've been hearing a lot of sass about Obama in the media lately.



Leave him alone. He is the closest thing we've got to a solution to America's ridiculous issues. You can't find flaws in perfection.

(Okay so I just looked at a guy to my right--I'm still at the library--and he said "How are you?" I replied "I'm well. How are you?" He said "I'm good," and got up from his chair. I know my face was puzzled, talking to him. He wasn't sassing me...he was just awkward. Like pedophile awkward.)



Lesley: I love you more than chocolate chip cookies.
Pete: Long live Bromance!
Graham: How can I not love you? I had a ball at the Fashion Show.
Lamarra: You looked ravishingly beautiful last night. I'm glad we were in VIP last night.
Monica: What else can I say about how much I love your everything? You're my shooting star.
Alicia: I wasn't kidding when I told you I enjoyed the show, at the Commons. I thoroughly enjoyed it! Thank you for sharing your vision with the student body.
Rockstar: You make my life.

Okay duckies, I actually have to start my homework...even though there's going to be a blizzard tonight, (believe it duckies). I wish you the best of happiness. Stay true.

Peace, love & Obama,
Gabriel Anderson

I Know Who Sassed Me

Hello duckies. Yes, this is a delayed post...so the fcuk what? You'll get over it because you know I love you. Anyway, last night was such an A-list event. I was with some of my favorite people-friends: Rockstar, Francis, James, Maria, Ariel, Sarah, Garret, Samantha, Ricky and so many others; love all of you! It was sooo fun. Rockstar and I were a mess; gabbing about movies and the glam life. We started talking about "I Know Who Killed Me,"



and it was basically the adult/emo version of "Parent Trap." That's all I'm going to say (for those who haven't seen it) but it's so bad that's it's good; I recommend a viewing ASAP!

In other news it was Mommy's b'day yesterday, Feb 5th!


You have no idea how much I love this woman. She's the reason I'm alive and so A-list. My NY friends say that she's way cooler than me (and I'm only going to agree because she's probably reading this right now and...it is kinda true). I love you sooo much Mommy. You do so much for me and you are definitely my true, ride-or-die people-friend.

Speaking of people-friends, people are coming up to me like "WTF, is a people-friend Gabriel?" To further illustrate the definition of people-friend, I'm going to make it as simple as possible. Okay, think about the friends you have today. Think about how you met them; if they're your best friend right now, you probably met them randomly or not through your usual way of making friends. Somehow these "people" are now your "friends" and you cannot imagine life without them being a part of it.


That's what a people-friend is.

Back to the night of glam with some my people-friends, I've come to realize that I remind myself of Nicole Richie, like how she was portrayed in "The Simple Life."



I say this because I find myself saying the most random (yet appropriate) things while conversing and meeting new people. I love the limelight and I'm sure you know this, (I made peace with this a long time ago). I love being A-list, it's so fun; all the parties, the people-friends...divine!

Relating to the topic at hand, Rockstar reminds me of Paris Hilton...


because like Nicole and Paris, we work so well together. Paris was the one who always focused on things and Nicole was the one that always threw some "glamour-jazz" around the place. OoOoOo, new word of the week.

The Word of the Week is:

Glamour-Jazz: Mischievous acts that spruce up a situation; "bad" but funny actions; Gabriel Anderson's life.
Ex: "Whenever it gets boring in class, I always find myself throwing glamour-jazz into our class discussion, so people start laughing."

Anyway, it's best long enough that I haven't given you a quote of the day. Here it is for Feb (5th &) 6th:

"Appreciate the little things in life; the little things play greater roles in your life than you think. They make you smile and feel special. Life is full of spectacular little things so obtain as many as you can; drown yourself in happiness."

Okay duckies, I'm doing laundry right now...

so I gotta go; college-duckies will take your stuff out the machine and sass it to the ground.

I wish you the best of happiness. Stay true.

Peace, love & Obama,
Gabriel Anderson

Duckies, hear me out

Hey there you sexy duckie. I seem to find myself apologizing a lot lately. I am apologizing in advance for any future delayed posts. My life is booming and sometimes I have no control over the growth of my celebrity. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.



Speaking of turning backs, I am not turning my back on Michael Phelps.



Michael Phelps has been in the news recently because of the above photo of him smoking marijuana. Not that I am encouraging people to smoke marijuana but good God! Michael Phelps should be allowed to murder a baby; he's the all-time World fcuking Olympian! He is like two medals away from being Jesus. Just about everyone smokes marijuana (cough)...I mean come on people; he's fcuking Michael Phelps. Give him a break! Even Ashton Kutcher does drugs (read his article in Details Magazine http://men.style.com/details/features/landing?id=content_6745., you gotta search the article but it's there. Read wisely!) Oh and guess what Ashton Kutcher is backing up Michael Phelps...go figure lol. (Love you Ashton and Michael!)

In regards to hotties I think it's time for me to get a trophy; by trophy I mean man-friend.



I want one with a Blackberry (so we can BBM each other...that means BlackBerry Messenger), one with a rich sense of humor, spontaneity, someone I can trust, an awesome smile and someone utterly handsome like me. Sorry but I cannot have some "ugly duckling" as arm-candy. (No offense to any ugly ducklings out there!) I need a trophy so I we can be trophy partners (because I'm hot too...duh lol.) But all jokes aside duckies, I want an intimate people-friend; someone I can laugh at myself with; someone who can make sense of my nonsense; someone who compliments me as well as I compliment him and someone I can love without worrying about how I love him. But man-friend you do not have to be perfect...just perfectly imperfect like me lol.
(Well, I would like a man-friend universe. Do your job and supply me.)

On the other side of the spectrum, I now have a real job with my school's Career Services' department (yaaaaay) and I make their calendars and other documents. Well anyway, I was passing the February calendar around the office and one of the staff members was in a sour mood. Well she basically sassed the $hit out of me. I put fun little facts on my calendar, to make it fun to read, and one of them was Michael Jordan's birthday; she had the nerve to say...


"I could give a $hit about Michael Jordan's birthday."
WTF?
(Somebody needed a hug lol.)

Anywho, I was watching "Gremlins" the other night and I fell in love with Gizmo again.



He's soooooo a-list. I want Gizmo so bad. Just look at him. I would never let anything bad happen to him. But I know I wouldn't be able to keep him dry or out of bright lights because I sweat a lot and I like turning on lights lol. Sorry Gizmo; I love it when you speak in the movie. It's so cute.

But there's a new Gizmo in town.



STITCH! I have such a hardcore bromance with Stitch, it's not even funny. I have two stuffed Stitch animals in my room...and I sleep with the big one every night. I love him!

But you know someone I don't love, well who I hate?
The wanna-be "rapper" next door.



I know I talk about "believing in yourself" and everything but this kid is just an arrogant and incosiderate a$$hole. It's past midnight (on a Tuesday night) and he has company over and they're rapping. Choose a different dream to pursue because your dream is my nightmare. Woooohuh!

Okay, it's time to get to the quote of the day, Feb 4th:

"If you focus on the ground, you can't possibly see what's up ahead. Don't destroy your future because of something that happened in the past. Your past makes you who you are today but it does not define you. Keep your head up duckie!"



Charlie - It was a pleasure to finally meet you this weekend. I had a blast, even though it was short-lived because of my ever-busy social status. (I do apologize.) Thanks for the Vitamin Water! You're the $hit.

Monica - I love you, plain and simple.

Future man-friend - I love you too.

Okay duckies, it's time for me to skedaddle. I wish you the best of happiness. Stay true.

Peace, love & Obama,
Gabriel Anderson

I'm A Beautiful Pampers Baby, Bi$%h!

So for the past few days the stress of finals (well in my case final papers and projects) have made me doubt myself.  This is weird because I'm the most positive person in the world.  But then I started thinking about a story Mommy told me one day and it made me feel better. It goes like this...

One day we were in a waiting room for an acting audition (which we later found out was a scam, good thing I have a smart Mommy) and I was nervous while waiting to be called in so Mommy wanted to make me feel better.  She revealed to me a secret.  She said:

"You know when you were little Gabriel, everyone would always compliment you on your cuteness.  You were a gorgeous baby.  Well one day we were somewhere, I can't remember, and this agent came up to me and offered you a Pampers deal.  It sounded so perfect but he said afterwards, even after you left his agency, he would always have a 30% cut.  I respectfully declined his offer."

(I mean look at how beautiful I was as a child lmao...jk.)

I was so mad lol.  I could be dodging the paparazzi right now.  But I guess Mommy knows that I'll become famous on my own.  It'll happen soon, I can feel it.  But now whenever I'm down, I know that people saw potential in me when I wasn't even aware of fame, so I say: "I'm a beautiful Pampers baby!"  (Say it with me!)  "I'M A BEAUTIFUL PAMPERS BABY!"  You're so sexy and you know it, aow!  

I've been watching the Simple Life Season 2 on DVD for the last two days and I am in love with Paris and Nicole again.  I love when they sing "sada-saaaaaah, sada-saaaah." (Woooohuh, I am so tired now.)  I wanted to do homework tonight but my head feels heavy.  It's so big lol.  Anywho, let's get to the quote of the day for Dec 10th:

"Try something different today because life is about experience.  The more experience you have, the more knowledge you possess.  With that knowledge you'll be able to navigate through your dreams and you'll soon find yourself where you want to be."

With that being said, I love you all and I wish you eternal happiness.  Stay true pretties.

Peace, love & Obama,

Gabriel Anderson