Having a sore neck from too many hair whips in serenade. TSM.

My salon back home doesn’t always take walk-ins, but when they do, it’s for me. TSM.

The drama that comes with where you study in the library and who you study with. TSM.

Your crazy is showing, dear. TSM.

Debating for hours the most scathing way to let him know you know. TSM.

Hazing. TFM. Spoiling. TSM.

Having conversations in boutique mirrors while shopping. TSM.

Ritual: the only secrets that aren’t gossip. TSM.

Taking the stairs when you see a GDI waiting for the elevator. TSM.

Dripping with pearls. TSM.

Just scared him by frantically calling him to the bathroom only to ask if he realized how gorgeous I am. TSM.

The recipe didn’t call for wine. I did. TSM.

Pan love = shots in frat castle bathrooms. TSM.

I’m so over it that I’m going to post a really cute new profile pic for him to see. TSM.

When we Skype I spend way more time looking at myself than looking at you. TSM.

Dressing extra cute on test days because the fraternity boys will actually be showing up to class. TSM.

Buying a fridge just to use the box for big/little reveal. TSM.

Crossing campus in a toga like it’s no big deal. TSM.

Now that I have my little I can stop flirting with girls and figure out which guy to bring to formal. TSM.

I can’t believe she’s wearing that. TSM.