It's Been Awhile

Hello duckies! I'm back. I am sorry for the lack of posts. But today I feel like I'm on top of the world; life is giving me great vibes and rewards.



I have been swamped with so much superb life energy that I haven't been able to sit still. I'm finally chest cold-free and I feel awesome; Manufactured Defects called us On Air last night; I love life; I love Lady Gaga!



(SIDE NOTE: I feel kind of selfish but specially rewarded right now. This group needs a big pod computer and they asked how long I'm going to utilize the computer and I said I'd take a few hours. Guys, blogging is my life. Be considerate of my passion. K. Love you. Bye)

First thing, Manufactured Defects called Rockstar and I's radio show last night! (Shout-out to Josh and Jed for calling in!) They are such amazing people and we love them. Their music is amazing and if you didn't tune into the show last night you missed out on something spectacular.



Josh plays the guitar and does lead vocals and Jed (trooper!) plays drums and contributes to harmony and blending vocals. They are insane. We played their music, had a few laughs and it was an all-around Bromance. Rockstar and I are going to make them what they deserve to be. They are humbled and extremely talented individuals and the fiery passion that burns in them will soon devour the Billboard charts. Play on Man Def!

In other news, my friend Kyle is moving to Cali--with like the rest of the A-List crew--and we are always on the phone for hours. We were on the phone until daytime minutes started...like 6AM! WTFIGO?! Anywho, we both have (get ready for it) psychic abilities.



I am not crazy (says the blogger with the demon inside of him lol). I always have impeccable timing when it comes to decisions I believe in. It's as if the world sends me a big signal for me to execute its will. It can be a bit mind-boggling and create a mass of anxiety in the middle of your chest--no I do not have chest problems lol--but it's amazing. I can give people positive energy...but when I'm mad I blackout. That's when Baklahdah takes his cue and punishes those who sass.

Anywho, I did laundry on Tuesday afternoon and OMG it made my life. I saw clothes that I haven't seen in ages. I forgot I had such beautiful garments waiting to be washed and worn. Wooohuh! So while I'm doing laundry I notice a spill of detergent and water: it was pretty much a slippery lawsuit waiting to happen.
Anyway, I'm walking back and forth, putting my wet clothes into different dryers--(memo to duckies: I usually have to use four washing machines and four dryers to complete one laundry session lol)--and people were darting across the laundry area to get dryers. But unlike everyone else, I had to be the one who slipped on the slippery cocktail. I didn't fall duckies, I did a gravity-defying split...twice!



It was pretty graceful and embarrassing...but I'm a survivor and I love life.

Ok. We need to get to the "Word of the Week."

The new Word of the Week is...
Pit-Stop Friends - People who benefit your life for an interval of years and afterwards your friendship falters dramatically; place holders for future people-friends.
Ex:
"My pit-stop friends were the people that molded me. I am now a great people-friend to my fellow A-Listers because of it."



Wooohuh! Let's get to some "Words of Wisdom!"

"Never let yourself down. It is useless and malicious to believe that you can actually dissatisfy your own potential. Mistakes are the kisses of success. Success drives you and the true belief in yourself will extract success from your inner-self. Keep believing duckies."

OH SASS! I need to get Lady Gaga tickets.

She's coming to Six Flags on May 3rd and I was asked by a special gentlemen to go with him! (I will give you the scoop on his A-List status later.)
But anyway duckies I have to go. Quoron--sitting right next to me, so the group doesn't come over here and take this pod computer--and I are going to lunch now.

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

Live, love & Lady Gaga,
Gabriel Anderson

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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

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