Stressing more about who I’m asking to formal than studying for my finals. TSM.

If you don’t understand the Mean Girls reference, you can’t sit with us! TSM.

I don’t dream about fairytales, because I’m living one. TSM.

“We seriously need our own TV show.” TSM.

Can you upload those pictures? I need a new prof pic! TSM.

Editing a text message to a boy more than your last english paper. TSM.

I get the grades I do so I can support myself, but I look the way I do so I’ll never need to. TSM.

Meeting someone that you’ve already Facebook creeped on and pretending not to know anything about them. TSM.

Using the “food, gas and emergencies” credit card to buy your formal dress instead of food for the next month. TSM.

What God forgot to bless will be surgically enhanced. TSM.

Subtly working the word “lavalier” into every conversation with the fratdaddy. TSM.

Trying to maintain your composure upon seeing “No pins available.” 6 times in a row. TSM.

No you can’t borrow a pencil, geed. Please stop asking. It’s awkward when I say no. TSM.

We might as well call it Craftmas. TSM.

Fraternity men mysteriously transform from debaucherous fools to perfect gentlemen when they see your letters. TSM.

Arranging an outfit around your new heels. TSM.

Pinning is the new Winning. TSM.

So I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but… TSM.

Blacking out without buying a single drink. TSM.

There’s no such thing as too much glitter. TSM.