Growing up, I was the plain one. I had no style. I was the tough kid with the comb in the back pocket and the feathered hair.

I was a tough kid with the jeans, the concert shirt with the flannel over it, the comb in the back pocket and the feathered hair.

Kids called me 'Skeletor' as a kid because I was so skinny.

There is no such thing as a good comb-over

I don't care how smart a kid you are. The only way you learn what's not right is from experience.

I write constantly, but only in my journals. I have three of them: one for travel, one for home, and one I write in before bed. But the last thing I want is other people reading it..... What's really fun is reading your journal, like a year later, or