Having a love/hate relationship with the people who were sober enough to remember what you did last night. TSM.

Being far too hungover to go to class, but managing to make it to banner painting at the same time. TSM.

When he stays at your place, but you still get a shack shirt. TSM.

“Are you dressing cute, or no?” TSM.

Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because he was tall and in a good fraternity, and he’ll probably text you again at 2:34am this Saturday. TSM.

If by homework you mean his formal cooler, then yes, I’ve started it. TSM.