I hate Converse

Dear Converse,

I hate you and I hate your shoes. When I decide that I'm going to wear a pair of sneakers to go out, it's because I want to give my feet a break. Today was the first time I've ever worn a pair of Converse sneakers. After a few hours of sort of limping around in pain, I had to walk on top of the heel part. I don't think I'll ever buy another pair again. EVER.

Here, enjoy this beautiful picture of my ankle. It is surprisingly difficult to photograph your own ankle.

It's the same dilemma that one faces when wearing that pair of heels - they look fabulous but they will scrape your ankle raw. Except these sneakers are not glamourous and somehow scraped me ankles raw through a pair of socks. THROUGH THE SOCKS. I didn't even spend that much time walking around.

Yours truly,
Carmen Dam

P.S. I hate you

Actually, I hate it when people text while I'm talking

So, today I went to an advance screening of Hit and Run. Don't click this link if you care about spoilers. It was advance in the sense that other theaters in the city won't have it until Friday despite the premier being a full seven days ago. Oh Canada, you're almost as slow as I am in the uptake of media.

The plotline is that Charlie Bronson must drive his always politically correct girlfriend to L.A. It did make me laugh and it was interesting/exciting enough that I did not fall asleep. To put this into context: I fall asleep during everything and did the so for The Avengers, which didn't deserve the amount of hype that it received.

I thoroughly disagree with the 5.9/10 rating that is on IMDb at the time of my writing this. That's only 0.7 more than Paul Blart: Mall Cop, a movie that is objectively bad. I can only assume that this rating will go up because it's absolutely fantastic. Unlike a lot of movie that shoehorn certain things in, the movie felt very organic. The chemistry between the onscreen couple was very natural (and if it wasn't, I'd question their real life engagement). I would recommend it the people who like watching movies that are genuinely good. It's a movie that is good not because of a huge budget or a ton of ~special effects~ but the acting and directing are done well. Kudos to Shepard for putting so much work into it because it paid off. I liked it enough to actually tweet him about it

I do have to gripe about the line to get into the theater though. I was there half an hour early and it still went through a lot of the theater. People, do something better with your life. The look of the woman in the very front of line was one tiredness and defeat. It probably wasn't worth it because there were still seats available. I hope you were satisfied lady, because I thought I was too early.

Why wasn't I born beautiful?

I am very average looking - subpar of that, even - so I am always resentful about the way genetics work. So, like the rest of the ugly people in the world who try, I use makeup which I am now realising is very aptly named. It bridges the gap enough that I can leap and maybe hang on the edge of the other side.

Anyways, today I tried Holika Holika Aqua Petit Jelly BB Cream #2. #1 is for people more pale than I am. The bottle is really cute, unlike the people who need to use it. I took a picture of the bottle like everybody who writes a blog review but I couldn't take a nice picture so here's a google link. The texture is jellylike (duh) instead of like lotion and starts off yellowish instead of greyish. This is good for people who are not pasty and do not desire to be. I do still put some beige powder on afterward because I don't particularly like having whiter skin but I don't really have to. It blends into a very nice matte texture and smells pretty too. I was a little concerned because I have sensitive skin but I didn't have any adverse reaction.

No, it did not make me look like the youtube makeup person who recommended this product. This fact is severely disappointing.

I dislike smartphone usage

Hi internet. If you've ever pulled out your phone to check Facebook while having a conversation with somebody in the real world, I think that you should eat a bag of dicks. At the very least, you should be honest and just say "I would rather speak to someone virtually than pay attention to you."

The point of making plans to see a person is to spend an experience with them. People usually say "spend time" but I don't really believe in that. I could spend time with someone and we could just both text other people the entire time. If you don't respect somebody enough to listen to them or they're just that boring, I don't understand why you would take the time to come into contact with them. Just text them. At least then they'll get your full attention.

I appreciate what phone companies are doing with technology. Really I do. It has saved me from boredom and I've retrieved numbers from Facebook during sort of emergencies. I just sometimes wish that everybody had a brick phone that was only good for calling people.

For the record, this was prompted by Eva restaurant in Los Angeles. They actually understand that the enjoying of a dinner is greatly enhanced by enjoying the company you're with. I am also okay with texting. I'm not enthralled by it but I tolerate it without getting angry.

So, I hope you're enjoying all those cocks.

Life is beautiful

One of the things about life that I truly believe in is that it's beautiful. It really is, even for a bitter old croon such as myself. It's very rarely that I feel that way though, and today was one of those days. For approximately the last two weeks there was no difference between myself and Debbie Downer. It was to the point that I had forgotten that the proper mix of sunshine and being with people you like is probably better than burrowing at home. It was that conundrum of feeling too depressed to do anything that would actually cheer you up and doing something stupid instead. Note for the future: getting riled up over Big Brother is never the right action for any reason.

But yeah, life is beautiful and I was too busy being bitter that I had forgotten that.

Hello, world

Hi internet. I probably will have an audience of exactly 0 people because I don't have any especially helpful advice and am not likely to talk about it. If I'm lucky, maybe three people in total will ever read one of my blog posts. And those three people will be very disappointed because, oh no, it was a complete and total waste of their time.

So lone reader, I'm sort of sorry. I guess. This blog is just for me to be bitter and rant about things which is enjoyable to do but not to read. I'll explain the title a bit. To those who are familiar with the types of chocolate it is fairly obvious.  Unlike me, who had to look these things up because I'm fairly ignorant. Just like you (probably). Couverture is a type of chocolate that is made with extra cocoa butter and is considered very high quality. 65 to 70 is a reference to cocoa solids and just happens to be my preferred percentage. It's pretty bitter but still nice.

In short, I'm being pretentious and saying that my blog is high quality and I am a bitter person which will become increasingly evident. Of course, couverture is used as more of a coating or for decoration which means that it's just seemingly high quality. High quality in the way I use paragraphing, proper spelling, and try to have some eloquence (some). And then you realise the contents are empty. Sorry again, I guess. But nobody's reading this so apologising is kind of pointless. Goodbye, to absolutely nobody.