Stupid Cupid You're A Real Mean Guy,

In Terms Of The Fantasy Wedding Thing, I Can Kind Of Cross Off The Island Beach Thing. Maybe At Sunset Or Something.

Someday We'll Know If Love Can Move A Mountain.

I Carry Around A Little Journal With Me, A Little Notebook And A Pen And Just Write All The Time. Not Necessarily Actually Sitting Down And Writing Lyrics, Just Free-form Writing, Whatever's Going On In My Mind.

I Can Plunk Out Enough Chords To Write A Song, But I'm Completely Afraid To Play Guitar In Front Of Other People. It's A Fear Of Failure, I Guess.

My Mom Has Never Been A Big Meddler And Isn't Like Extremely Opinionated Or At Least Just Doesn't Voice It To Me. She's Sort Of Let Me Come Into My Own By Myself And I Think That's Just A Testament To What My Parents Did In Terms Of Raising Us.