The Next Pokemon Game, aka My New Reason for Being

Hi, I’m 27.

There’s a new Pokemon game coming.

And I’m friggin’ stoked.

I’m pretty sure I made noises that most grown adults usually don’t make upon seeing the announcement.  But can you blame me?  I’ve been playing these games for the past 18 years or so (which is a good two-thirds of my life at this point, holy crap).  And for once – for ONCE – I have the right system to play this brand new game and I don’t have to WAIT.  EXCITEMENT.

There was a brief moment time when I may have turned my back on it, but that was like, middle school, when it wasn’t cool to like anything, really.  But now here I am, ready and set for the next generation to take me on another adventure into a whole new region with brand new Pokemon.

Only downside is that I have to wait until Fall for it to come out.  But you can bet that I will be snatching that sucker up the moment it’s available.  Because that’s one of the upsides of being an adult with a paying job – I can do that.  And no one can stop me.

Bring it on, Nintendo/Game Freak.  My body is ready.

NOTE: This is the first time I’ve drawn Pokemon since I was 11.  And I am pretty damn proud of how they turned out.

Stuffed Animals

“Yeah! And you’re not invited to our tea party, either!”

…yeah, I might have a bit of a problem.

Especially considering that these guys take up a good 25-50% of the bed.

But they do create a soft, cushiony barrier between me and the wall, which is nice.

AND no monsters have grabbed me in my sleep, which I fully credit these guys for.

AND they do keep me company to a certain extent while I’m hanging out in my room.

I mean, yes, they’re technically just toys, but there’s something about stuffed animals that are more than that, I suppose.  Maybe it’s this weird nostalgia factor (a good lot of them I’ve had for a while and have taken with me to places, like college), maybe it’s because they have this tangible, almost real quality about them, I don’t know.  It’s hard to explain.  Maybe I’ve just seen Toy Story too many times.  Who knows.

What I do know is that for now, they’re going to stay right where they are.  Because my bed would seem like an awfully lonely place without them.



Can’t believe I haven’t talked about this yet.

But YES.

Next Friday, a week from today, will be my last day as a library page.  BECAUSE next Saturday I will be starting my new job as a Library Aide.

Summer goal: achieved.

I am feeling…a mix of emotions.  I’m super excited, don’t get me wrong – I get my own desk, more pay, more hours, and those sweet sweet benefits.

And yet.

My nerves are starting to act up.  Like, what if I screw this job up?  What if they start reconsidering why they promoted me?  What if I completely forget everything I’ve ever learned leading up to this?  And how the HELL am I supposed to figure out these stupid benefit thingamajigs??

And there is also this underlying sadness.  Like, I love being a page.  I love being out on the floor.  I’ve been doing it for two years now, and I know I’m good at it.  And now I’m leaving it behind.


So a bunch of stuff bouncing around my head right now.  But overall, this is finally happening.  The third time really is the charm.  Who knew?  I’d like to credit my application this time around, really, for helping get my foot in the door.  And I’m so glad that I don’t have to worry about interviews anymore (for the time being).  Those are probably some of the most stressful things ever.  I knew I was non-stop sweating through both of them, despite me trying to will my body to stop.  But that’s all over now.

Time to pull myself together, listen to everything so I can do the best job that I can, and figure out how to decorate my desk.

And yes, I have just as much paperwork as last time.  Maybe even more.



Holy crap, June has been a month.

Just a lot of stuff happening all at the same time.  The job interviews.  Attempting to wait patiently to hear back about said job interviews.  Mom heading off to the Ukraine.  The start of Summer Vacation/Library’s Busy Season.  Throw in perhaps the weirdest Father’s Day weekend I’ve had in a while, with a broken washing machine and my grandfather landing in the hospital, and yeah, it’s been one heck of a month.

I just need a moment to sort of process it all.

Also do need to get used to the idea of being busy.  Something that is admittedly new for me, but is a part of being a functional adult.  So yeah.  Fun times for all.

Hoo boy.

Adulting Achievement+1

This is what an adult looks like.  I assume.
This is what an adult looks like.  I assume.


Is it weird to be proud of this?  Because I am.  Especially because of how much I hate using the phone/doing anything medical, really.

Not entirely sure why about the latter.  I know I’m not the only one.  But for some reason, having to make a doctor’s appointment or getting medication – it’s strangely difficult.  Like it’s a part of this alien, grown up world where suddenly we have to take charge of ourselves and our health without anyone holding our hand.

So perhaps, with this small act of having to take charge of my medication and switching pharmacies because my old one won’t be covered my current health insurance plan, I’ve managed to start chipping into this new world.

Now if I could just be able to make a doctor’s appointment on my own…

Birthday Birthday

Difference between the two: being considered a legal adult.  That's pretty much it.
Not your cake, Eliza.  You JUST had a piece.

Yep.  Turned 25 this past Saturday.  Went back to check the Birthday post last year to see if, indeed, anything’s changed.

The answer?  Not really, aside from the fact that I am now firmly in my mid-twenties, as opposed to being on the cusp of it.  Still thrown off by people who are in fact my own age but seem SO much more mature than I do.  Still trying to pull myself together mentally and physically.

Although I do feel slightly older in a sense, in that I’ve made peace with the fact that I am, in fact, an adult with adult responsibilities and should consider myself an adult.  Hence the “18 and clueless” rather than “17 and clueless.”  Because I’ve still got a lot to figure out.

I had a fantastic Birthday weekend, it must be said.  Saturday was mostly a chill day; got to kick back and relax for most of it, went out and treated myself to some pizza and Barnes and Noble.  Then I got to hang out with some dear friends over a delicious dinner over in Tyson’s Corner (with reservations that I made myself – how’s THAT for adulting?).  If you haven’t gone to Founding Farmers, I highly recommend it.  Great atmosphere, tasty food – but make a reservation.  For realsies.  Especially if you’re going on a weekend and Cirque du Soleil just let out and people are now out in search of food.  On second thought, even if you’re going on a weekday, that place gets busy quick.  So reservations are your friend either way.  Also, shoutout to Chelsea and Kearsten – you guys are the greatest and made this birthday truly an wonderful experience!

Spent yesterday celebrating with my parents – opening presents, having some cake, more delicious food, the works.  I think I’ve mentioned this before, but I think a true sign of adulthood is getting clothes, and being ecstatic over it.  ‘Cause I got some pretty nifty stuff that I can’t wait to wear.

Overall, had a pretty awesome weekend with some pretty awesome people – and with two working eyes this time!  That made a load of difference, trust me.  If you don’t know what I’m talking about, just take a look at the September 2015 post Cyborg Eye.  All will be explained.

Anyways, here I am, another year older and only slightly wiser.  Let’s see what my 25th year has in store.