I'm 15. I have an irrational hatred for Paramore, I like muffins and pasta, Not together though...that's gross. I like snails, I hate losing friends, Or losing people in general. I like talking =] I am not part of "the scene," I'll pretty much give anyone a chance, but i do tend to make my judgements of them pretty quickly, I hold grudges. I like grapes, I repeat myself. You'll probably know if i don't like you. I like the way chickens walk, I don't like orange juice.
Oh and i don't care if you're content with yourself, your appearance or your life...it doesn't mean you're big headed, it just means you're happy =]