I Was Going To Come In And

I Have The Street Smarts And Survival Skills Of, Like, A Poodle.

Not Completely, But Neither Of Us Gets Mad When The Other Doesn't Text Back Or Call. Life's Super-busy. Obviously You Know What They're Doing, And You Trust Them. We're So Young That It Would Almost Be Like If We Lived In The Same City, What Would Happen? We'd Be Living Together. At Least This Way He's In The Same Boat As I Am: We Can Go Out And Have Our Own Lives And Know That We Have Each Other.

I Started To Write An Apology, But I Don't Have Anything To Say I'm Sorry For.

Being Inappropriate Comes Easy To Me.

My Agent Called Me At 5:30am, And I Thought The Set Of My Movie Had Burned Down, Or Josh [hutcherson] Had Died, Or Something…i Didn’t Realize! I Was So Tired!