When I was 15 and then 16 years old, I spent two summers in Nicaragua for a service project. I took Spanish classes the first week and got acclimated to Central America. I loved it.

I have some sarcastic sides of me.

I'm kind of a weirdo about Krazy Glue. I don't know why, but I always have it in my purse.

I live in a constant state of hyperbole.

I really can't watch myself. I just get too in my head about it and start overthinking everything.

I went to a Katy Perry concert, and I experienced pure bliss for the first time in my life.

I remember the general anxiety of teenager, and I remember establishing some sort of appearance based on what my peers would think. And cliques, oh my God, the worst. The worst!