Sitting pretty in suntan city. TSM.

Knowing it’s getting serious when you’re upgraded from shacker shirt to shacker sweatshirt. TSM.

“Whatever. She only gets 25 likes on her Insta posts.” TSM.

I totally want the (Ph)D. TSM.

Sorry, I’m late. I was procraftinating. TSM.

Conditional Panhellenic love. TSM.

Actually being the best friends sitting next to each other in jail. TSTC.

Being able to tie his bow tie almost as fast as you can untie it. TSM.

The calories don’t count if you can’t remember them. TSM.

Honestly, I can’t remember the last time I went to class for a full week. TSM.

I’m blonde on the inside. TSM.

Having very strong opinions on bows. TSM.

Typing up an essay on your phone outside of the bar, and still getting an A. TSM.

Being told you’re not a “typical sorority girl” and feeling confused and offended, because you absolutely are. TSM.

“You’re taking me to formal.” TSM.

Cheap beer, expensive, well, everything else. TSM.

When he replays your Snapchat selfie because ten seconds just wasn’t enough. TSM.

“I’m too pretty for that.” TSM.

And now he’s nothing but a shack shirt to me. TSM.

My class was canceled today, because I canceled it. TSM.