When you only know a girl from stalking her on social media, but can determine without a shadow of a doubt that you hate her. TSM.

Deciding to avoid mirrors all Sunday once you see what a disaster your roommate looks like. TSM.

You know you’re getting serious with a guy when you do homework together. TSM.

Being more concerned about the outcome of The Bachelor than the national championship game. TSM.

Each day I’m home on break I pour a little more wine in my glass. TSM.

Handing your officer binder down to your little. TSM.

So you agree? You think this is going to be the best semester ever? TSM.

It’s never too early to start having nightmares about fall recruitment. TSM.

Getting a rose right when you get out of the limo. TSM.

“I was just about to text you.” TSM.

Resisting the urge to flip off, cuss out or cut off idiotic drivers, because your letters are on your car. TSM.

That mini crisis when a pin can go on more than one board. TSM.

“I just want someone who wants to hang out all the time and thinks I’m best person in the world and wants to have sex with only me.” -Lena Dunham. TSM.

Loving attention, but being thoroughly disinterested in boys that give it to you. TSM.

Hooking up with a guy with more frequency because his formal is coming up. TSM.

“He’s my ex-future-husband.” TSM.

Questioning the deacon at church because you loved this week’s wine and want to buy some. TSM.

I told you I’d be there in five minutes. Stop calling me every half hour. TSM.

“Sorry Dad, I’m going to have to put you on hold, my big is calling.” TSM.

I had a nightmare last night that my little was calling me by my real name. TSM.