Monday, June 22, 2009

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

Thursday, June 18, 2009

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