Being a teenager and figuring out who you are is hard enough without someone attacking you.

I gotta work out. I keep saying it all the time. I keep saying I gotta start working out. Its been about two months since I've worked out. And I just don't have the time. Which uh..is odd. Because I have the time to go out to dinner. And uh..and watch TV. And get a bone density test. And uh.. try to figure out what my phone number spells in words.

I really don't think I need buns of steel. I'd be happy with buns of cinnamon.

I hate having to do small talk. I'd rather talk about deep subjects. I'd rather talk about meditation, or the world, or the trees or animals, than small, inane, you know, banter.

It's funny how cucumber water can taste so much better than pickle juice, even though they come from the same source.

The only way a no-legged leopard could hurt you is if it fell out of a tree onto your head.

One time I actually cleaned out my closet so good I ended up on the cover of Time magazine.