My Dream Job Is Being A Pianist

I Read Some Gossip Thing Saying, Because I Looked Really Uncomfortable In A Paparazzi Photo Or Something, They're Like, 'he Should Get Used To It. That's The Price To Pay If You're Getting $12m A Movie'. If I'm Getting Paid $12m A Movie I'd Walk Around Naked. That's All Nonsense. I Don't Know Who Makes That Stuff Up. Even The Price For The First One Was Nonsense.

I Don't Really Like Watching My Stuff. It Makes Me Feel Sick. You Imagine You Look A Certain Way In Your Head, And When It Looks Even The Slightest Bit Different From What You Imagine, You Go, 'rubbish!'

All The Time. A Few Months Ago I Came Really Close To Losing It, I Was Getting Really Paranoid. And Then I Started A New Job, Things Fixed Themselves. I Can't Turn My Back On The Situation And Ignore It. If Tomorrow I Say: "okay, I've Had Enough, We're Stopping Everything" It Won't Change Anything. Might As Well Try To Accept It And Stay Zen As I Have No Control Over It.

Looking Scary With A Baseball Outfit On And A Little Bouffant, You Know, It Just Does Not Work. Especially With Sculpted Eyebrows.

I Like The Story About Me Being Pregnant. It Was In Some Australian Magazine, On The Front Page! I Was Like, 'wow, That's Just [insane].' And It's Not Even Ironic. I Don't Even Think The Article [tried To Justify It]; It Was Just A Headline. The Article Was Just Like, Nothing.