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

Kidnapped Dreams

Hello duckies!

I know it has been entirely too long since I've last blogged; my apologies.

A lot has happened since then...but I do remember speaking about Red Caps.

Unfortunately, my Red Cap job is postponed until August 23rd (tear) but a lot of us Red Caps have been commenting on this one picture on FaceBook. I set the goal of reaching 1,000 comments before August 23rd and we've more than accomplished half of that goal. Click here to see the comments. (Help us reach 1,000 comments!)

Anywho, every year the Red Cap committee chooses two choreographers to create the "secret-but-not-so-secret" dance for the Freshmen Welcome Program. This year myself and Jessica were chosen to put it together. (Our committee told us the fabulous news nearly half a semester before Red Caps started...but we didn't put anything together--including the music--until a couple hours before rehearsal. Luckily, Jess and I are born performers and we were able to create the dance in two days. But those two days were grueling.)

During dance practice I was a dick...no, I was Baklahdah.

I was yelling, screaming, and swearing all over the place. If my fellow employees didn't know me, they probably would have plotted to kill me lol. (Not joking) But I yelled, screamed, and swore because I wanted them to believe in themselves. I wanted them to leave the stage in pieces after their performance. And guess what?! They were phenomenal.

I nearly cried when I saw the video of our performance: see it for yourself.

In other news, I have a confession. For the past few months, I haven't quite been myself. My friends have told me I've been quieter than my usual self. I admit, I've noticed it too.

Well duckies the source of my containment is my support system at home.

On June 16th, 2009, I came back to NYC because school was over. And upon my return my mother and I started fighting like crazy. We said some mean things to each other: I threatened to move out and drop out of college; she acted like she wouldn't care if I did.

The thought of being home with her for a summer scared me; hence my wanting to move to San Francisco after college. But I'm not a quitter. I don't run away from my problems.

Miraculously, my mother and I have reconciled and we're fine now: it's as if nothing happened. I realized that I was angry because I was freaking out about what I wanted after my undergraduate college career and my mother transformed her sorrow into anger because her only (and eldest) son is a year away from flying the nest.

Our fighting forced me to reevaluate my post-college dreams. I don't want to move to San Francisco. My dear friend Rockstar put the idea in my head because he wants to move out there after he graduates in December. However, I've realized that San Francisco isn't my dream...it's his. (Plus, they have earthquakes and their casual look is what I wear to bed.)

I want to grow--as an independent adult--in New York City.

I want to go to grad school at NYU.

I want to be the editor-in-chief of Details Magazine.

I want to be famous...but most of all I want to be internationally-known for my writing. I'm going to be a star and it's up to me to chase my dreams. Lady Gaga did it...so can I!

Anywho, this Tuesday I start my second internship with HarperCollins Publishers.

I am so excited!!! The thing I love most about my internship is I don't do bitch work. I do actual office work...in my own office! AHHHHH! I help determine the publishing value of incoming submissions, I assist in editing manuscripts of books in the process of publishing, I send correspondences--checks, book requests, foreign copy requests, subsidiary rights, etc.--to authors, agents and editors, and I get free books and office supplies! Yes, it is an unpaid internship but it is helping me grow as a semi-starving artist. Yaaaaay!

It's time for the "Word of the Week."

The new "Word of the Week" is:

Duende: An entity that possesses one in need of creativity; muse; passionate feeling of ferocity; passion.

Ex. Person 1: "Gabriel kept yelling at us during dance practice today."

Person 2: "Girl, Gabriel is a performer. He just wanted you to let your duende loose."

Duckies, it's time for some "Words of Wisdom."

"Live your life no matter what they say. If you aren't causing harm to others and/or yourself you have the right to do whatever you please. Dreams will stay dreams unless you make an effort in your waking life to make them a reality. Never let go of what you want."

Okay duckies, it's time for me to go to bed. I have a life to live and preparation to conduct before my internship on Tuesday.

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

Live, love & Lady Gaga,

Gabriel Anderson