Hanging around the medical school café looking cute…just in case. TSM.

Sprained my ankle and I’m on crutches. But the real issue here is that I can’t wear heels. TSM.

She’s a nice girl, but… TSM.

Having a study session with my fratdaddy, but never getting any studying done. TSM.

Finals week is almost as stressful as recruitment week. Almost. TSM.

Soberly picking out what clothes you will drunkenly shack in and subsequently steal. TSM.

If you don’t have anything nice to say, text it to your big. TSM.

All I want for Christmas is you…and diamonds. TSM.

Giving your boyfriend a Christmas wish-list, because you’re such a good girlfriend and you want to make the shopping easier. Definitely not because you’re spoiled. TSM.

The paper writing process: type a sentence, check Facebook, type a sentence, check TSM, type a sentence, check Pinterest. TSM.

When you have nothing but liquor in the freezer and mixers in the fridge. TSM.

She’d be cute if she wore makeup…and fixed her hair. Highlights wouldn’t hurt either. TSM.

She’s pretty…do we like her? TSM.

Drinking through a straw so you don’t fuck up your lipgloss. TSM.

Studying by Christmas lights. TSM.

Are you going to that? If you go, I’ll go. TSM.

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas…but if we’re out of white, I’ll take red. TSM.

Getting jealous when your big hangs out with someone else’s little. TSM.

Confidence is the accessory that goes with everything. TSM.

I’m beyond mad at my drunk self for thinking it was okay to eat last night. TSM.