birthday girl. that's me.

My birthday is exactly four weeks before Christmas.

I’m scared really easily. Reeeeeallly easily.

I sleep through most movies.

I have such a weak stomach.

I use too many commas.

I hate not sleeping in my own bed.

I'm a Red Sox fan and could watch baseball all day (even on t.v.)

I am the literal worst at telling stories.

I hit snooze at least three times every morning.

I use abbrevs like they're going out of style.

I recently learned that “economical” is a real word.

I love to people watch.

I hate cats and dogs aren’t my favorite.

My dad calls me “Pink Stink” and my little brother calls me “Level Stick”.

I super one BILLION like to be called Stace.

I’ve never mowed a lawn.

I still don’t know what I’m doing with my life.

I like having my head scratched harder than most people do.

I’m obsessed with my major.

I laugh loudly and probably quite obnoxiously.

I like making up math problems to do in my head when I'm doing boring things ("If I cut 220 assignment sheets into 8 pieces and then try to divide those pieces into 6 equal piles, how many pieces should be in each pile"--nerd alert?)

I had ear surgery twice because I had supes bad hearing.

I try to celebrate my birthday time every day (11:27 am and 11:27 pm!)

I supes one million like mascara.

The stupidest things make me laugh so hard.

I played on the badminton team all four years of high school, so nbd whatever, that's real.

I love Taylor Swift and Sandra Bullock.

I think riding on my razor schooter is so hip.

I don’t like nuts in baked goods.

I don’t sniff dairy products.

I love college and learning!

I’m suuuuuper one MILLION white.

I’m super scared of public speaking, but I loooooooove to talk.

I love cake donuts, always and forever.

I believe there is good in everyone.

I believe we can make this world a better place.

I believe in being optimistic.

I believe in finding happiness in every day.

I believe in being kind.

I am Stacy and today I turn 23 years old.