I was so focused at 21, maybe to my own detriment because I didn't allow myself to have fun. I was constantly looking for the next audition and working to pay the bills.

The other day, I noticed I'd arranged my spices in alphabetical order when I was on the phone, without even realizing, and when I was a kid I was constantly cleaning and organizing things - my toys, my sister's cosmetics.

Growing up I played piano and I sang at a lot of weddings; I grew up in a very small town, a little coal-mining town in Virginia called Grundy. And my family was very sing-songy at home.

I was a big fan of 'The Smurfs' growing up, even though by default - my mom used to force me to watch because she was a 'Smurfs' fan.

I definitely know that I'm quirky. I know that I'm different. Red hair definitely made me different growing up.

My husband calls me a ginger every single day of my life, so that Im completely used to it, and Ive come to see it as a term of endearment.

I don't remember my dreams. I'm one of those weird people. I know there are tricks and things you can do, but I never remember my dreams.