I Wanted A Fake Wedding In Jamaica.

I Tend To Be Really Competitive When It Comes To Scattergories.

I Write A Lot On Airplanes Actually Because It's Completely Isolating; There's No One To Talk To, There's Nothing To Do. And Then I Think A Lot Of It Sort Of Comes Out Sitting Down With The People I'm Co-writing With And Talking To Them About What I'm Going Through And What I Want To Say. It Just Sort Of Happens; Every Song Came About In A Completely Different Yet Organic Way.

I've Had Fun Doing Romantic Comedies, But I Just Can't Anymore. There's Nothing Fulfilling Creatively, There's Nowhere To Grow, Nothing To Learn From It Or For Yourself. I'd Rather Just Be Home With My Family Or Write Music Until That Special Project Comes My Way.

I've Been Sky-diving Three Times. I Would Go Right Now If Someone Told Me The Plane Was About To Take Off. I Love It. I'm An Adrenaline Junkie. I Don't Want To Go Bungee-jumping.

I Want To Go To College To Study Journalism. I Want To Speak French Fluently, To Travel. My Mom Was A Journalist And It's In My Blood.