I was dirt-poor. I could barely hold down a job. Eventually, though, I started getting small parts on shows like 'Smallville,' 'Supernatural'... and lots of really bad sci-fi movies. I was running around the woods in wolf contacts, covered in fake blood made out of pancake syrup, roaring.

I'm Canadian, but no, I don't speak French.

It's really annoying when you're trying to get to know someone and she doesn't pay attention to you because she's obsessed with her phone.

I'm a cat whisperer. When I go to people's houses, their cats always like me better than the owners.

I don't need to be wildly famous for my life to make sense. I guess I'm kind of happy where I'm at, and I take whatever comes, and it's a good thing.

At some point, you realize your parents are human. They make the best decisions they can with the options available to them.

I keep a pretty low profile. I live in Culver City with some roommates. I don't do the whole 'Hollywood' thing.