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.

On Christmas, my family and I see a movie and go out for Chinese food. We dont celebrate Christmas in the traditional sense, in that we do not actually celebrate Christmas.

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

I feel very strongly that young women have regressed a little bit. But I do get all preachy about it.

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!

The hair department is always on my case about washing my hair. I am incredibly lazy, and a brat about washing my hair.