I'm Beautifully Strong And Tragically Confused.

My Favorite Toy Growing Up Was Polly Pocket. But One Gift That I Wanted Though Never Received For Christmas Was A Pair Of Trampoline Moon Shoes. You Strap Them To Your Feet And They Have Springs On Them, And You Can Just Jump Around!

I Was The One Small Brunete Among Tall Blondes. You Only Get One Body, Might As Well Love It. Nothing Is The End Of The World. Flash Forward A Year And Ask, "is This Really Going To Be That Big Of A Deal? In The Long Run, It's Really Not".

I'm A Really Good Juggler.

I Would Take It To Heart If People Were Mad About Something My Character Did.

I Overanalyze Things Way Too Much, To The Point Where It Affects My Life. Like, When I'm Talking To A Boy, I'll Overanalyze A Text Message He Sent. And I Have To Think To Myself, 'just Chill Out. Some Guy Sent Me A Text Message. That's All. Don't Read Something Into It That's Not There. Just Be Glad He Sent You A Text Message!'