Rant/Up for Discussion: Trust

Oh Monday, how I never seem to welcome your weekly appearance. Be gone with ye!

And yes, I'm aware that my blog has been untouched for the better part of a week or so. I'm acquiring something of a life nowadays, so writing time is limited to when work dies down and I have nothing better to do than sit at my desk and slam-back my morning coffee. Well, that and I sometimes don't have diddly squat to bitch write about.

Well that's not the case today, because boy do I have something to chat about this morning, kiddos! I am seriously Fifty Shades of Pissed. This isn't just a rant, per se. This is something I seriously want input on because I'm at such a loss for words that I could develop a complex.

Rant: Roommates

Yeah yeah, ranting again. I am allowed to rant so early into the week because 1. It's Monday, and 2. I have a popcorn kernel stuck in my tooth and no floss to get it out with. MY LIFE IS AN ENDLESS LOOP OF PAIN AND MISERY AND SUFFERING.

Moving on.

So today I'm going to bitch my face off complain like a whiny brat talk about my roommates. Now, before I delve deep into the dirty stuff (mind out of the gutter) I'll explain the situation. Currently I'm living with two twenty-something males, both of which are enrolled in university and have jobs that pay decently well. To protect anonymity we'll call them Thing 1 and Thing 2, both because I love Dr. Seuss and I call them that already.

This and That

Alright, first thing's first. There are some mildly high priority issues I must lay down before my blog post today. They are as follows:

- My anti-dandruff shampoo is in fact giving me dandruff.
- Someone posted a photo on Facebook showing off skincare products that in total would have cost me an entire paycheck should I have purchased them myself.
- Speaking of Facebook, a guy named Scarfy sent me a friend request. His profile picture features who I assume is himself, wearing an oversized Ecko sweater and a chain around his neck that rivals the thickness of the one currently holding my back porch's gate locked.
- My roommate had his girlfriend over last night. Guess how much sleep I got? (Hint: my lamp nearly fell over from being constantly rattled)
- I want a grilled cheese sandwich, but I do not have a grilled cheese sandwich.
- My feet are too warm today, so I have to keep sliding in and out of my flats, wait for them to cool and put them back on again only to enjoy a momentary second of that cold-shoe goodness.

Moving on!

So the presidential electrons (WOW, I'm leaving that typo there to remind myself how much of a goober I am today) wrapped up last night and Barack Obama has secured another four years in office, which is pretty cool cause let's face it, I don't want to see our neighbours down south get stuck in the 20th century. Seriously, let females keep the rights we were given and let my friends marry whoever the hell they want to. Oh, and good on ya, Colorado.

So something has been nagging me for quite a while now, and I could use the input of my peers. At what point are you doing too much to benefit your own personal happiness? In other words, at what point does doing things for yourself while neglecting others become unfair? I know before even lifting my coffee mug that some individuals regard their own well-being above others, and that there are also incredibly selfless people in the world who put themselves last on their own list, but where is that healthy balance and when is it compromised? Obviously it depends on the person, but I just want input.

I realized today that Winnipeg's shiny new Ikea is opening on the 28th of this month. It's no surprise that the 28th is also a payday for me. Why these things always seem to work in tandem, I'll never know.

I suppose that's all for now, today is essentially a week's allowance of boredom condensed into one drag-ass afternoon. Til next time.

Rant: Christmas Lights

I'd be better off just dedicating this blog to my many rants, wouldn't I? OH WAIT, PERSONAL BLOG, I DO WHAT I WANT HAHA!

Wow I am decaffeinated today. Lemme nurse this double-shot for a moment.

See I'm noticing a growing trend among the houses in the West End of the city (where I reside) in that the amount of houses turning on their Christmas lights well over a month before the actual holiday season is increasing. Yes it is true that in a lot of places, November is the typical time to start showing that festive spirit. Downtown Portage is already donning those tacky LED fixtures that either display a reindeer or bells and holly or god knows what. I've worked retail, and I am well aware of the importance in early advertising. Start sales early, decorate accordingly, 'tis the season to be BUYING EVERYTHING. 

Alas, it's not the time for my 'Giftmas' rant. That's for next month!

Rant: Friends with Benefits

...No, not that kind of friend, mind out of the gutter.

Yes I'm well aware that the typical idea of a friend with benefits includes but is not limited to acts of frivolous sexual inhibitions without strings attached (aka no dropping the boyfriend/girlfriend bomb)

But there's an entirely different kind of friend with benefits that often times gets the short end of the stick. They go out of their way to help a pal in need of a pick-me-up, perhaps grab them something while out shopping, maybe even offer advice when needed.

Now you may think 'well that's something most friends would do anyhow, what's the difference?'

Hence where the 'benefits' comes into play.

Trick or Treat

As everyone on the face of the planet knows, Halloween has come and gone. My favourite holiday has come to an end and it's time to take down the orange and black decorations and shove them carelessly into the attic put them away for next year.

I didn't get the opportunity to go all-out with my makeup this year. Time restraints and kids showing up at 4:30 expecting candy kind of dampened my elaborate plans. Oh well, my first Halloween in Winnipeg was pretty fun. I helped my roommate set up his costume (Steampunk soldier) and as people came inside he would rattle his chains or - depending on their age - would reach out to them to freak them out. Obviously he didn't startle the little ones, but he got some good jumps and screams out of the young teens.

He looks...friendly.
I couldn't believe the amount of kids who showed up. We're talking in the hundreds here, and yet somehow even after giving out handfuls we had leftover candy. Back in Nova Scotia the average ranged anywhere from 25 to 70 or so. Not accustomed whatsoever!

God, looking at that crummy cellphone picture I took reminds me that a cobweb explosion is waiting for me to clean it up at home. Do not want. Side note: that stuff is VERY flammable.

I hope everyone had a safe and awesome Halloween. See you tomorrow!