Benicia

So, Benicia is a lovely cute little town with a cute little town square with a gazebo and everything. Yesterday they were showing a movie in the park and a band was playing and it was just so adorable. Many people walking their dogs, old people on benches, cute little shops...like tea shops and antiques and shit; legit cute little main street town shops...you know. Apparently, according to Matt, who is from there, there is a big ol' meth problem too. So thats good. Head off Main street, which isn't called Main, but it might as well be, and you have creepy old guys slithering about in front of run down old victorians. Don't get me wrong though, the place is totes adorbs, its just no more adorable than anywhere else. So, its a well-rounded cute little place.

It is actually on the bay....like in between San Pablo Bay and Suisun Bay. Although, I had to look it up because after living in the "Bay Area" for two months I just generally assume every body of water is the SF Bay. Its weird to see the water since the town is so far east. And then, the really weird thing is that Benicia used to be the California State Capital from 1853-1854. I took a picture in front of the Capital Building. It's down there, below. You'll see it. Also, there is this old train station which I totally should have taken a picture of, but didn't, and its really cute too, but kind of creepy. Like, right by the water, and you're wondering why the train would run so close to the water. Just doesn't seem right. I get the train running by the ocean up the coast, but this just seems weird. Anyhow...

I like Mexican food. And I saw a place that looked cute (cause Benicia's so cute). So Mimsie and I parked and walked to it and it was not as cute on the inside as it seemed from the outside, but whatevs, we sat outside. AND the menu was kinda weird, like CREATIVE for mexican food, but not in a good way. Cheddar in the Chile Rellenos and in the bean dip, "tomato sauce" on the tostada, and fried shrimp with beans and rice, but not like spiced Mexicany, just fried shrimpy. So, maybe not so creative as lazy? One of the two. But, whatever, still good, its hard to mess up Mexican, even when you mess it up. And the Margaritas tasted weird, but still good, but you're like "is this ACTUALLY a Margarita, or did someone throw like some caramel in here, not that I mind, I just wanna know".

So we're sitting there and we hear the the music from the band and its good, but not that good, and the sun is KINDA in my eyes, but its nice to be outside, so cool, and I'm chillin' with my Margarita which is confusing, but fine, I'll drink it. And then THIS WOMAN. I don't understand THIS WOMAN and PEOPLE LIKE HER. She is quite loud and informs the waiter that the people he is serving chips to should not be getting their chips, because she and her son and her dog were seated first. So, ok, ok, glitch in the plans, they're slow with the service (what did you really expect anyways with cheddar in the rellenos?), maybe kindly and, privately so as not to have to raise your voice, inform them that you are waiting on your chips. I might also mention that she had JUST, and loudly, reminded a different waiter of her drink order, and then not but a minute later, no time for him to get the drinks in the first place, chastised the other waiter. Ok. So, bitch, fine, she is uncomfortably close, but I'll get over it and continue on with my meal.

The owner then comes over to apologize and explain the problem, which bitchy dog/child lady responds to with, "yeah, that's not my problem, ok? (gross, syrupy, sickly fake nice ew ew voice) just bring me my drinks, like you're supposed to, ok?" Owner: "If you're going to give me attitude, you are welcome to leave." Owner walks away. Bitchy dog/child lady calls after her(cause everyone in the restaurant must hear everything she says): "Oh lets just start over, ok hon?" (same voice).

Ok. Fine. Sip margarita. Admire...try to admire, what I can kinda see of Benicia through the sun in my eyes. Check in with bitchy dog/child lady (cause I like watching train wrecks, obvio). AND I SEE HER SLAP HER DOG ACROSS THE FACE. um. Ok. cause it was sniffing the table. AT A RESTAURANT. DOG + FOOD = SNIFFING. DUH.

So, I'm all like, "You shouldn't hit your dog, that isn't right" She says, "I'm not, I'm teaching the animal a lesson" (which is, by the way, the second time I've heard that in a month. The first was from a craze-o at the vet who the lab tech confronted for being overly aggressive with her 'animal') Then, I'm like, "I saw you slap your dog across the face." And then she's all like, "Thank you."

???

My mom thinks its because I was helping her remember what she had learned in anger management or something. Maybe she's not used to people calling her out? I don't know. Maybe the trifecta of meth problem, former state capital, and situation by the bay, but it doesn't seem like it should be by the bay, but it is, makes for crazies in Benicia. Well, certainly the meth would. Or the train station? Taunting all who live there with the possibility of travel without actually coming through with any....that is kinda depressing, but I don't know about crazy making. Or she was just drunk, which the more I think about it, the more it seems kinda likely.

Her poor son! He seemed so sweet and loving of his mommy. She seemed genuinely interested in his conversation when I was spying on them. You know when kids look up to and adore their parents and all they do. You are little, and everything they do is right, and it shapes your view of the world. Then you realize your parent isn't always right, and you don't always agree with them, and the way you shaped your world is wrong for you and you missed out. Hello crisis! And poor dog!

So, moral of the story, make sure to go to Benicia in a good mood, so you're prepped for possible crazies. Defo check out the old state capital and train station. Oh, and go during the day, everything was closing/closed when we went.

<3
Kelly

Vaya con dios frontierville

I have to quit frontierville. I can't take it anymore. I thought it'd be different this time. I moved from farmville to the frontier and everyone knows I love the Wild West. Cowboys are sexy. Big open country. Horseback riding and ten gallon hats! But its noooooot wooooooorking oooooout.

I hate that I care about how big of a pie I'm going to get from harvesting my peach trees and that I actually think about who I think might send me supplies to finish my school house. Its not even a good game, there is a lot of clicking, staring, and waiting involved. And the graphics, or whatever you computery people call them, pretty much suck, right? I find myself literally sitting on the couch, macbook in lap, anxiously watching the seconds tick down waiting five minutes for my energy resupply so I can harvest one more damn "crop". Or chop down a "tree". Or beat a "groundhog" to death. I mean, come on, I am vegan, mostly due to circumstances beyond my control (hello food allergies), but I definitely don't think its right to, as frontierville puts it, "clobber", anything.

Facebook is awesome. It has made us more connected to other people. It has allowed and encouraged many important and interesting discussions. You can stay in touch with tons more awesometastic people. Event planning: a piece of cake. Obviously it has its drawbacks, and most run of the mill casual to even advanced users are well aware of what those are and maintain normal lives outside the realm of FB. It can be addictive, and weird, and definitely stalkery. You know that feeling when you've checked all the little facebook red flags, connected with a few friends, read some status updates, and you really don't have any more reason to stay on facebook, but you just do. You kinda just click on random shit hoping to be entertained, searching for a piece of news, or a funny picture or waiting for someone to respond to your witty (or at least YOU think so) status. I'm not even that into facebook and I feel this way from time to time....everyday....jk. Or am I just a craze-o?

So, you feel kinda empty for a few seconds and you're all like, "theres. nothing. left. to. do. uggh. booooooo" and then it occurs to you: "its a rather nice day outside, how jolly a walk could be at present". Or, whatever you like to do with your time. And BOOM, you're happy again and continuing on life in a way that gives you something great and helps fuel you being wonderful old you.

But what if what occured to you was that you should probs check in on the ol' homestead and see how your "crops" were doin'? (And we're of course assuming you're not actually in the boonies somewhere with a tin can toilet, some candles, and a dead squirrel roasting on a spit on a fire you built yourself with your totally awesome and sexy cowboy skills, but sitting on your couch, macbook on lap, making the decision to play frontierville unknowing of your future doom. Although if the former is true, lets be friends cowboy man.) So then, you don't go outside on that really nice walk, or whatever, but you play in the fake outside that doesn't look like outside at all and get upset over the snakes you uncovered and excited about leveling up cause now you can buy "eggplants".

Pretty soon you're going to forget you even like taking walks, and then where will you be? Wherever it is in reality or in your mind, it won't be good. So therefore, I must quit frontierville. I will be outside if you need me. Or crafting.

Vaya con dios frontierville. Vaya con dios.

<3
Kelly

I don't know

I don't know a lot of things. I do know what I don't want, don't want to do, and don't know. So, there is something. This is my first blog post ever and I'm not really sure why I started this thing in the first place. Writing makes me anxious, more than most things, which always make me anxious, so long as it is a thing. But also, I like writing, and I am bored, and it seems like a good way to pass the time. And I have opinions and shit, so there is something else.

I just graduated college (BFA in Acting. Hello useless to the "real world" degree.), I am 24, I feel old, bored (as I mentioned), relatively useless, and wasting. Wasting in general. Like, AWAY. Also, time, money, energy. I need something to do, besides my fully un-lucrative in all aspects coffee shop job. This can be something, which is another reason I started this thing. This thing which makes me anxious as things do. It is something to do that will help fuel me creatively? I hope. I am feeling the lack of acting in my life. As things do, acting makes me anxious when I'm doing it, but when I'm not things are just weird. I feel jarred and off kilter.

Hey, but I'm not all anxiety and struggle. I love kittens and puppies and craft projects and going on walks cool places, and I'm going to Montana in a week, and certainly I'll have cool stuff to say about that. I love the ocean and buttons and beads and fabric and clothes and all things vintage and plants and habitats and potatoes. I love the movies and seeing plays and margaritas and hanging out with friends. Mexican food is awesome. So good. I wish I had a better camera because I love taking pictures.

So, I want to do this blog to get some creative juices flowing. Comment on things I find interesting, flex my writing muscle....we'll see how it goes.

<3

Kelly