So back to the movie-- I loved it. I drooled through practically all 110 minutes. Not only do I get butterflies whenever I see Ellen Page, I also have the biggest crush on Alia Shawkat, a.k.a. Maeby from Arrested Development (Ironically both of whom have had romantic on-screen encounters with Michael Cera, a.k.a. George-Michael from Arrested Development, a.k.a. Pauly Bleeker from Juno). I don't understand why it's taken me such a long time to watch this film in the first place. Nor can I comprehend why I have not come across these pictures until tonight (StumbleUpon, you have failed and disappointed me.):

*Bites fist*

*Fist starts to bleed*
Why oh why, o great interwebs, hast thou deprived from me so long these portraits of great beauty???
In any case, this post just goes to show that I'm a big fat homo (with a not-so-strange desire to become Michael Cera).
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Song of the Day:
Can You Tell - Ra Ra Riot
What can I say? I tend to wear my heart on my forehead. Sleeves are overrated anyway.
Get some sleep,
IreneJK
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