Deep in the cheap seats

For the third time, today I was told I look like Juno. On my conformation retreat, "You know who you remind me of? 'uh..' JUNO!", same with at regular school. This makes me not like the movie so much. I love Ellen Page dearly, I obviously don't see the similarities that would make someone tell me this. I don't have the forehead, nose or the smirk in every picture. I'm also not Canadian.

Unpacking things is nice, although I'm a little worried about a friend. She's a tough stale cookie, she'll make it out alive. Unlike some people.