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

I live in a constant state of hyperbole.

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!

I will have a largely happier week if I get to do a physical stunt.

I have a bunch of friends at the University of California at Berkeley, so that's always a fun drive. Last summer I took five road trips to Berkeley. It's so beautiful. I like to take the scenic routes and make stops along the way.