Realizing that there probably weren’t any TSMs posted yesterday because the TSM Intern is studying too. And by studying, I mean Pinning. TSM.

Casualties of semi-formal include: two pairs of heels, a coat, a clutch and two chairs thrown over-board from the river boat by someone’s date. All things considered, a fairly calm night. TSM.

I know divorce is supposed to be heartbreaking, but that didn’t stop me from squealing like a 5-year-old when I heard Ashton was single. TSM.

I’m really not sure how studying for finals turned into shopping for diamonds, but I’m okay with it. TSM.

Finals diet: Adderall, Saltine Crackers, Vodka, Stairmaster. TSM.

Obsessing over how gorgeous your big’s profile pictures are instead of studying. TSM.

Needing a therapist. NS. Having a weekly vent sesh with your sisters over Starbucks. TSM.

Overhearing another sorority girl talking about how hard your own sorority rages. TSM.

The hardest decision I make all day is whether my skinny caramel macchiato should be iced or hot. TSM.

My therapist is better than your therapist. TSM.

Getting a rush from rushing. TSM.

“Its nice to have nice things.” TSM.

My silver spoon was platinum. TSM.

Pinterest is my new way to study for finals. TSM.

Securing my Little’s Adderall supply for finals week. That’s what Bigs are for. TSM.

“Who said nights were for sleep?” -Marilyn Monroe. TSM.

Pledge boyfriend was dropped by the fraternity…and then by me. TSM.

Wait, semi-formal means I only have to semi-behave, right? TSM.

Our ENTIRE outfits matched right down to the braided belts. I had no choice but to make out with him. TSM.

Using Yurman as a paper weight in the lib. TSM.