Making my family laugh when I was little - it became an addiction. It was a kind of survival.

I don't need a lot of space.

Sometimes I am screwing around, and sometimes I get way too serious, but I am a pretty sincere person.

People can't help what topics cut them deep. It all depends on who's inferring - and what the contexts of their lives are at the time.

And then before going back for my sophomore year, I decided to change my major to arts and sciences, and my dad cut a deal with me: He said if I'd quit school he'd pay my rent for the next three years, as if I were in school.

I just don't let that mentality be a part of my world.

I was sent to sleepover camp since I was 6, and you know, it's a recipe for disaster.