Today I found a gorgeous formal dress and got absolutely nothing done for finals. Overall productive day. TSM.

Some people freak out when they notice people staring at them. I freak out when I notice people aren’t staring at me. TSM.

Barbie wants to be me. TSM.

I have to shack tonight. There’s no room in my bed, it’s covered in craft supplies. TSM.

Post-chapter bar sesh with your sisters on Sunday. TSM.

Going the extra mile in Facebook stalking by searching them on Pinterest. TSM.

Any email with the word “bill” in it is automatically forwarded to Daddy. TSM.

You know it’s finals week when all your roommates are sleeping at home. TSM.

No one else was saying it, and it had to be said. TSM.

Making a sister a flow chart so she can understand your love life. Then covering it in glitter. TSM.

Subtracting 5 pounds from your weight because a girl’s boobs or brain should never count against her. TSM.

Tonight I will probably break a few laws, break a few hearts, and break a few promises. As long as I don’t break a nail I’ll be fine. TSM.

The only good thing about finals week is the Adderall diet. TSM.

Will you like that so it doesn’t look weird? TSM.

Remember to be yourself, unless yourself sucks. TSM.

Playing “Red Solo Cup” at a pregame. TFM. Playing the Glee version instead. TSM.

First Christmas party of the season tomorrow. Bought six new red dresses today. TSM.

Stealing a composite from the fraternity house next door, because it’s Sunday and they are too hungover to notice or care. TSM.

A new rule was just issued regarding formal: “In order to attend formal you MUST be able to locate your name on a sheet, sign and date your birthday. If you or your date are not coherent enough to do this you will not be allowed to get on the bus.” TSM.

Knowing which guys are off limits before the mixer. TSM.