Yours sincerely, Emma
Hi everyone! Chay here. I just want you to meet someone whose words you’ll be reading around here (a lot, I hope). If you read the fanfic “Yours sincerely, Vanessa”, you might have heard of her.
Please make sure to give her a warm VABN welcome - here’s Emma!!…
My name is Emma and I think I finally realized why I’ve been staring at a blank Microsoft Word document for the last 45 minutes.
While this procrastination can be partly attributed to the fact that (insert generic procedural cop show here) is on and I am eagerly awaiting for (insert helpless victim here) to receive her compensation money from (pick a large, evil, child exploiting corporation, any large evil child exploiting corporation), on a larger scale however, it has everything to do with the pressure of first impressions.
The way I see it, First impressions can go one of three ways.
1: Your palms sweat, you get such a severe case of verbal diarrhea that you wish they made diapers for faces, the wind blows your jacket open revealing the Star Trek t-shirt you’ve worn every day since you were 10, and all you’re left with is a handful of fake phone numbers and a billion ideas of ways you COULD have acted instead. Sometimes, if you’re lucky this situation can be rectified by the second impression. Other times, it’s the end of the road.
Often first impressions can be misleading, which brings me to…
2: You meet someone who makes a fantastic first impression. Great sense of humor, humble, great listener, next thing you know, it’s two weeks later and you wake up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom to find them crouched in your laundry, breathing heavily, sniffing your dirty underwear and humming ‘Endless Love’ .
3: You make a great impression, and at not one point during the acquaintance do you stuff up and make an idiot of yourself.
When the lovely Jill and Chay asked me write for Vanashbrenique, my first reaction was to squeal like an idiot and then proceed to almost fall off my computer chair.
The moment was very reminiscent of the time that Tizz met Jessica Simpson, although she was probably far more graceful than I was and err…I definitely couldn’t pull off blonde highlights the way she does.
It was in this moment…somewhere between the falling off of my chair…and saving myself from a broken nose with only the aid of my lightning quick reflexes (and stellar good looks)…that I realized, holy crap…this is intimidating.
I not only have to attempt to vocalize my opinions in a way that is witty and enjoyable for readers, but I have to raise the bar for my writing to bring it up to the high quality that I admire and respect the girls at Vanashbrenique for.
And on top of this…I have to make a first impression on you guys.
Well, let’s examine how I’m doing so far.
You know my name is Emma.
You’re aware that I talk too much.
And I’ve implied that I watch too much television.
I guess I’m doing pretty well, considering.
I can assure you that I don’t own a Star Trek t-shirt.
And also that I err…won’t come to your house and smell your underwear in two weeks.
So I’m 18 years old.
I work in a deli, but am deathly allergic to pork.
I like to live dangerously.
I’m in my last year of high school.
I simultaneously want to be a member of the Baby Sitters Club, a Mighty Duck and an Animorph. (The scheduling conflicts have the potential to wreak havoc on my social life, but I’m prepared for that consequence)
Terry Pratchett makes my world go round.
I’m passionate about SO many things that when I try to make a list of them all I end up giving myself a headache and have to lie down for an hour, in a quiet room with no outside stimulation.
I adore musical theater.
Once upon a time I wanted to be ON the stage.
Until I announced this to my family and my ‘oh so witty’ older brother said “What are you going to be…the landscape?”
So for now I’m pretty content just being an enthusiast.
I can just picture older bro’s comment now.
“What are you going to be…an enthusiastic landscape?”
Thankfully, no fat jokes have deterred me from my biggest passion in life.
Books.
I think reading is the most wonderful adventure a person can embark upon. I can’t even begin to describe how safe…and content…and MYSELF I feel, curled up with a book…escaping reality in the shoes of a character. With each turn of a page, I wait in breathless anticipation to see what will happen, visualizing every scene, every word, vividly in my head.
I want to be a part of this.
I want to be a writer.
If my writing could ever make even a single person feel the way that I feel about my favorite books…then I’ll know that my dream has come true…and I would err….probably fall off my computer chair squealing like a fan girl. That seems to happen to me a lot.
But until that day, when I’m kicking back in my castle, being served iced tea by my team of butlers (who in my head are lead by J.K Rowling, who has gone bankrupt after the publication of the latest Harry Potter sequel, Harry Potter: Bigger than Jesus was a flop) I’m content to let my creative juices flow through fan fiction.
And by the flowing of my creative juices I of course mean only updating once every few months due to lack of motivation and distraction by shiny, shiny objects.
Disney as always been a part of my life and I think it always will be.
I grew up mesmerized by Belle, twirling around the ballroom on the arm of the Beast, her yellow dress floating around her like a cloud.
I grew up cheering for the Mighty Ducks, yelling “QUACK, QUACK, QUACK” as loud as I could at the screen, as though my participation could somehow give them the edge they needed to finally win the championship game. (Well…they won didn’t they?)
I was right there with Aladdin as he zoomed around on his magic carpet. (I got magic carpet sick. It wasn’t pretty)
And then…somewhat by surprise…I grew up, full stop.
Suddenly here I am, eighteen years old.
And…I can still recite the entire script of Mulan, word for word.
And even though I’ve seen all 3 movies at LEAST a hundred times, I still cheer like crazy every time I’m watching the Mighty Ducks play a hockey match, because I just KNOW that the one time I’m not all enthusiastic and disillusioned will be the time that they lose. And then Emilio Estevez would just come to my house and smash my TV and take my kneecaps.
And a basketball jock fell in love with a math’s geek. And then they broke free. And it was good.
And I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m always going to be a geek.
I’m always going to care so much about my childhood, and the part that Disney has played in who I am as a person today.
And I’m always going to want to ramble on, and on about it on the internet, which make the opportunity the girls at Vanashbrenique have given me so much more amazing, and I look forward to contributing to the site in any way I can
So…how’s that for a first impression?
xxoo
Emma.
Ps: I’m well aware that I’ve rambled for well over a thousand words…but heck…Jill and Chay knew this would happen when they signed me up, haha.
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roflmao! ily em! and now the whole world, well at least the VABN readers, would finally realize how crazy you really are
great job, em! now go write more for VABN or heck, i know its a long shot, but maybe you should update too or write a new story…. maybe even an M-rated one
Emma,
You never fail to make me laugh out loud — literally!
nice em!!!
ILY! you’re right you ramble (reminds me of myself) but it’s not a sleep-inducing ramble though - it’s laugh-inducing ramble… now everyone will fall off their chairs from reading
this is the first thing that made me really smile today
emma, congrats!
i look forward to your contribution to the site, i’m sure it will only add the Vanashbrenique of it all
ILY Emma! you never fail to make me laugh with your wit!
woot! congratulations for being the newest VABN contributor! yay!
Just because you didn’t give me the link to your first blog, doesn’t mean that I’m not smart enough to track it down
I think the first thing you told me was that you had gotten home from a concert, and that you had seen all my fave bands live! LOL! talk about rubbing it in 
Well I got straight hair, so take that!
Hmm..You basically poured out everything about you on here! looking back in the past though, my first impression of you was that you were a concert whore
I know you like diapers, but diapers for faces? LOL! maybe that should be the nappies we’re known for, when we’re old, grumpy and living in the castle with the whales and J.K!
You know I loved your introduction, and everything else that you write!
I’m looking forward to your next blog!
QUACK, QUACK, QUACK!
Love you Emma! You are a fantastic writer! And I love your rambling too, I laughed out loud the whole way through
(Ooh! I rhymed!)
Congrats on making the team! I’m looking forward to your posts!!!
YS,V is awesome! I love that story.
And I love you. You’re so funny and “witty.” I can’t wait to read your next VABN entry.
now, Emma, only if you update Yours Sincerely, Vanessa now xD
Awe, yey! I love your fanfics, and I LOVE this! You ramble like a true professional
You’re AWESOME! I’m so excited that you’ll be writing here, looking forward to it! 
awsome! i love your fanfics 2! can’t wait for ur blogs 2!!
Emma, I still haven’t read Yours Sincerely, Vanessa, but believe me, I plan too very soon. Just by reading this I just know it’s good cause I really enjoyed reading this entry. Good good work here!
I totally share your passion for book. I’ve alwaysed loved books and when my very own brother said that he actually prefer Donald Duck I couldn’t believe it. Is it even possible? Hmm.. I guess it is..