This is it. That moment. Diving deep in to the unknown. Am I scared? Terrified? Am I ready? Hardly. I am going to need your help. 

What I'm about to tell you is new. It's shocking. It might be too much for you to handle. But I'm prepared to do whatever it takes. 





I'm going spoiler-free. 

That's right, folks. Emma. Me. Queen of fanforum.com/f15 (well, maybe not queen, but I certainly know my way around the board.)

It started a few days ago. I logged on to ff, and chose to see how long I could go without looking at the Lost spoiler thread. And each day the number of unread pages has gone up. And I'm happy about it. Cause honestly, being spoiled for Lost is the worst. It basically makes it lose all it's purpose. And if I'm spoiled throughout the season, and try to stop for the series finale, I won't be able to. And I MUST be surprised by the finale. Goodbye, Lost Spoilers and Speculations.

But why stop with Lost? I love me some Bones, but the sides that they release every week are certainly enough to make any element of surprise regarding the show evaporate instantaneously. I want to scream with happy surprise when they kiss for the second time - I don't want to know three months in advance. Goodbye, Bones Spoilers and Speculations. 

Greek will be the easiest. I've seen bits and pieces of both the first and second season of the show, but don't have the time to sit down and watch the whole thing. So I'll pick up from season three, as it airs now. And since I have yet to get hooked on the spoilers thread, it shouldn't be too hard to not start. Goodbye (or perhaps just never hello), Greek Spoilers and Speculations.

Chuck will be the hardest. My new love. And with the third season not premiering until March 2010, how will I get my fix without spoilers until then? I'll have to survive on clips, interviews, etc, for seven long months. Hopefully applying to college will divert my attention enough. Goodbye, Chuck Spoilers and Speculations. 

There will be no visits by me to the inevitably upcoming FlashForward and V S&S threads. My spoiler hunger will be satiated by the following allowances:

1) Promos

2) Interviews

3) Twitter updates from writers/producers, etc. 

I may even ban myself from sneak peeks. Shocking, I know.

Is it sad that I spent 20 minutes trying to block myself the Spoilers board on Safari? But I couldn't figure out how, since my account is the administrators account. (although, I would know the password anyway, unless I just typed random gibberish into the parental controls box. ha) 

This year will be filled with healthy doses of the following tv shows: Lost, Greek, Bones, Chuck, V, FlashForward. Not from concentrate. No preservatives added.

 I think I should start a support group for myself. I'm going to need a lot of encouragement. 

This should be interesting.





(P.S. It's totally sketch that all my TV shows have one word titles). 

 
Title: Combustion
Fandom: None
Rating: pg13
Words: 2901
A/N: Written as my final project for a creative writing class I took at Brown. Constructive criticism is well appreciated. I'm currently thinking of building on this for a longer novel/novella centering around the main character's daughter, so any feedback would be lovely. 

So it's been forever and a day since I updated my lj with musings about my own life, which I know is intriguing enough to bore you all to tears. 

Anyway, I officially have a day less than a month (there's definitely a more eloquent way to say that) until I go back to school for senior year. Woah, senior year. That's got a lot of weight. Fall is going to be hell on wheels. Juggling swimming and the school paper and applying to college and four AP's is not going to be fun. Luckily, by the time spring rolls around, three out of four of those will be done done DUNZO. All I'll have left to worry about is my AP's, my photography class, and my econ class (death and a half). 

So school ended mid-June and we had two weeks of finals but I barely had any (that I had to study for) so I was basically done by then. I don't think it really hit me until then how hard my spring had been. I usually stress that my workload isn't too awful, that I manage to get everything done, that I never feel really overworked. But I think that's just how I deal with how overworked I actually am. Because all of a sudden I was done with school and I was just exhausted.  I slept for like a week straight and it was beautiful.

In late June I headed off to Brown for a month long creative writing class. Overall, it was a great experience. I loved living in a dorm. My roommate left the week before the program ended because she was homesick/wasn't getting a lot out of her class (Japanese). She was really shy but also a great roommate to have. Even though it was sad when she left, having a double to myself for the last week was sicknasty. 

In terms of the class, there were definitely pros and cons. The class itself was a lecture - about 60 people (there were 6 boys. Yes, 6. So my whole, 'i'm going to go to brown and find a really hot boyfriend and forget about john instantly' plan kind of went by the wayside). And then we met half the time in small workshop groups with 5 kids and a TA. the professor for the class was great. My TA was nice and an incredible writer, but in terms of her as a teacher (giving feedback and all that jazz) she pretty much blew in every direction. Which sucked. But I did a ton of writing and there were a lot of great prompts so I'm glad that I decided to take the class.

The people were great also. I was in Perkins dorm, which housed only the 4-weekers. And since the only 4-weekers were taking either fiction-writing, intensive language classes, or were IEP kids (international students taking english) we didn't get to meet a ton of other people. Plus our dorm was literally on the southeasternmost tip of campus, about a 10 minute walk from the main quad. Our class and closest dining hall was also on the eastern side of campus so we were almost never in the center of campus where most of the freshman dorms were. Luckily though, the kids in my class/dorm were great, so it wasn't so bad that we didn't meet a lot of other people in the program.

When I came home I lolled around for awhile and tried to find work. The rule was that I had to pay for all my expenses at Brown and my parents would split the (ridiculously overpriced) cost of tuition. I only spent about 190 dollars (including my $80 coursepack) for the entire four weeks so it's not bad at all to make up. 

I've started helping a friend of my moms pack up his office (he's switching locations). He is a partner in a documentary production company so I'm doing a lot of heavy-lifting of tapes and dismantling of shelves. The room I'm working in is on the 21st floor though, and has this gorgeous view north, looking over uptown Manhattan. The NYTimes is almost directly diagonal to the building I'm working in, about a block or two north, so it's nice that my mom is so close that we can have lunch when I take my break. 

I went to the Hamptons this past weekend with my mom and her boyfriend and we stayed with a friend of mine and her mom and her moms boyfriend. it was a very dynamic group, haha. This girl I've known since kindergarden and our moms are actually really great friends so it was a lovely weekend. I got tan/kind of burnt, which my dermatologist will shoot me for, but whateves. 

My friend from camp is renting a house for two weeks on the lake our camp is on so I'm going up to stay with her this coming Friday. I'll be staying through next Wednesday, and i'm super excited. I'll get to go to Final Campfire and see a lot of people I didn't get to this summer due to me not  going back  as a counselor 

Then on the 22nd my mom, sister and I are going up to Cape Cod for a week. My sister stayed in Chicago for the summer so it will be great to see her since I haven't in a while. Then, as soon as I get back, preseason starts, plus I have to be in the newspaper office to work on our first issue of the year.

I'm also starting to work on my college apps which is a major bitch. It would be great if I could see into the future to see if I get into UChicago, Berkeley, or Stanford, so I don't have to bother applying to 9 other schools, but alas, that is only a dream. 

Aaaannnnndddd, you've probably fallen asleep by now, drooling at the keyboard, so I'm going to stop before the 'z' key leaves an awkward mark on your face. I hope you're all having a lovely summer, as well! Enjoy it while it lasts!

P.S. Rebecca and I are going to see The Time Traveler's Wife at midnight on Thursday night. Yes, we're tools. I can't wait!