I AM...Still Speechless

Duckies!
Do I have news for you?! Yesterday was such an eventful day.
I did my usual hours: 9AM-5pm at HarperCollins Publishers. But it felt so long. The hours dragged through so I was chugging coffee like no other.

Once 5pm came around I ran for that door because I had to walk to 63rd and Madison to meet my dad at work...he was holding the Beyonce tickets for me.
After that I had to hurry downtown to pick-up Monica from Penn Station. She recently cut her hair--she told me this on the phone before I saw her--so it didn't register at first. She did look different but I didn't mention it until she reminded me later. (I'm such a bad friend lol)
Anywho, we decided to hit up Chipotle on 34th Street between 8th and 9th Ave...where Graham met up with us as well.

It was fun being around my two favorite people: laughing, chatting it up, and enjoying each others' company.
Soon thereafter, Monica and I began walking to Madison Square Garden. On our way there was a Hamburger Helper vendor giving out free samples to people on the street; this was Beyonce's doing!

Beyonce recently partnered with General Mills and Feeding America to start the SHOW YOUR HELPING HAND CAMPAIGN to help fight hunger. To help the cause, click here to donate. The free samples were absolutely scrumptious.

When we actually got to our seats Monica confessed that she had never seen Beyonce in concert. I was shocked and slightly appalled.

And when she saw how close we were to the stage, she started tearing.
We were in Section 55; Row H; Seats 3 & 4.

And thank God we were close to the stage because Beyonce was phantasmagorical. When the concert started Monica started crying and I told her it was okay: our idol was on stage.
Toward the end of the concert Beyonce slowed it down and I started tearing. And when she started singing "Listen" I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. (I'm actually tearing right now.) She was so beautiful. I've never cried for an artist before...not even Lady Gaga.

Beyonce isn't just an artist. She is a living legend. To be in the presence of someone that can captivate an audience--an audience of Madison Square Garden proportions--so eloquently and fearlessly with their own creations, is a marvelous experience. During the concert I realized why I love Beyonce so much: she's the fire that motivates me to believe in myself.
Lady Gaga is who I want to be: glamorous, truly A-List, and defining new standards. However, Beyonce influences me to tap into my duende and let my inner-fire burn everyone around me. Beyonce teaches me lessons and Lady Gaga shows me how they can be utilized to follow my dreams.
The concert was magnificent: I laughed, I cried (three separate times), I danced, I sang along to all the songs, and I finally became myself again.

Thank you for bringing me back to life Beyonce! (Yaaaay!)

After the concert, Monica and I had a sleepover at my house.

We were both really tired from our exhaustive day...but that didn't stop us from chowing down before bed lol. My mom cooked us whole wheat pasta with shrimp and scallops, topped with homemade garlic pasta sauce. It was delicious.

Sadly enough, Monica and I departed earlier this morning because I had to go to work and she had some business to tend to in CT. But we did take the same train before going our separate ways.
Monica: I had a blast with you yesterday and this morning and I can't wait to see you again when we come back for Red Caps! I miss you already.

SUMMERBOY UPDATE!

In other news, my SummerBoy Perry is no longer in commission...because he's fcuking crazy lol.
I don't think I've shared this with you duckies but I purchased Lady Gaga's issue of Rolling Stone back in May. I read the article and felt so in tuned to what she was saying. She said that she became a Pop Star because she would walk around delusional, thinking she already was a Pop Star. Duckies, if you can't tell I do that everyday lol.

So Perry told me the other day that Lady Gaga follows him on Twitter, just to rub it in my face. I didn't believe him...but when I checked his Twitter I saw he was telling the truth. He said that he tweeted her a message saying how much he loved her article in Rolling Stone and that he loves her music...and BAM, the next week she started following him.
I'm going to be honest, I didn't think that was fair. Perry doesn't really do anything with his life except run errands and go to auditions. I wanted Lady Gaga to follow me too. So I sent her a message saying I really liked her Rolling Stone interview because it inspired me to be me and I've loved her music before it became hot. Perry saw that and texted me (and I quote):

"YOU ARE SO CORNY & DESPERATE. HOW YOU GONNA TELL LADY GAGA THAT YOU READ THE ROLLING STONE MAG & SHE INSPIRED YOU TO BE YOU. THAT WAS LAME. COULDN'T YOU COME UP WITH ANYTHING NATURAL OR UNIQUE? LAME. STOP FOLLOWING ME & DON'T TEXT ME. WEIRDO."

Isn't he crazy? Note: I only started following Perry on Twitter because he begged me for half a day. Plus, he's never seen Lady Gaga in concert nor has he ever met her. Why is he bugging out over a tweet? OH! I'm glad he's gone now too because he told me something very frightening the other day. He told me he hasn't had sex since December because once he starts he can't stop. That's usually not a bad thing...but he really can't. He told me he's never sexually satisfied if he has sex with just one person. He used to be a frequent sex party-goer. He said he would have sex for days on end, without tons of people: he would even miss work!

LOL, I tell ya the gay community is slim picking. They're either hot and crazy, too promiscuous to hold onto or just harmful to the eyes.

I just want a SummerBoy who doesn't need professional help, lol. I already have a pending husband.
(Yes duckies...I'm pre-engaged.)

You remember Nick?
Well I hear wedding bells coming in 2018.
My 20's are about me and Nick knows this...and he knows I still love him. And I know he still loves me because we call each other every night and we both say the L-word before we hang up.
I love you Nick!

Okay, enough of my life. It's time for some "Words of Wisdom."

"To truly love is to truly free yourself from the world. Love isn't easy: it demands courage, selflessness, patience, and endurance. But in order to love others, you have to love yourself. Free yourself from doubt and make sure to show yourself some appreciation before you worship the heart of another."

Okay duckies, I have a lot to do today.
I wish you the best of happiness. I love you. Stay true and tuned.

Live, love & Lady Gaga
Gabriel Anderson

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