Oh, you’re “classy?” Please continue to talk incessantly about it, we’re all so interested. TSM.
Oh, you’re “classy?” Please continue to talk incessantly about it, we’re all so interested. TSM.
If you don’t like my new default, I don’t like you. TSM.
April showers bring…really, really cute rainboots. TSM.
Having my little do my hair while I type a paper. TSM.
Does running late count as exercise? TSM.
Sometimes chapter really gets in the way of my Sunday funday. TSM.
I’m an upgrade, not a rebound. TSM.
Headed to the library so I can go on Pinterest. TSM.
If you can’t sit inside the cooler while you paint it, it’s too small, or you’re too big. TSM.
Dropping everything to plan a trip to New Orleans to cheer on your school in the Final Four. TSM.
You know it’s Greek Week when Red Bull has been cleared out of every convenience store on campus. TSM.
Kitty Foreman calling feminism “weirdo hippie politics.” TSM.
I make dirty looks look pretty. TSM.
Every Carrie Bradshaw needs her Stanford. TSM.
Making a Starbucks run before…everything. TSM.
“Elegance is not the prerogative of those who have just escaped from adolescence, but of those who have already taken possession of their future.” -Coco Chanel. TSM.
The more wine I drink, the more fun studying is. TSM.
Wearing bows, trading clothes. TSM.
Calling someone “chief” to establish dominance. TFM. Calling someone “sweetie” to establish dominance. TSM.
Conveniently having a “new favorite fraternity” right before each philanthropy week. TSM.