There was a photo of me with weird sunglasses on and a green sweatshirt, some striped thing, with tights and cowboy boots...I just saw that photo and thought, 'God, I look crazy.'

I think everything happens for a reason, so there is no such thing as fail.

I look at old photos of me, and I don't feel connected to them at all.

I am a really bad test taker. I can get straight As in school, but I get nervous on test.

All I really need is my bed and my art around me.

Any time that we have time to take off, we love being home.

I wear weird things sometimes. I like to drink coffee. Neither of those things have anything to do with who I am.