Setting all your emojis to the blonde girl. TSM.

Feeling actual anger when her Instagram is private. TSM.

Knowing which sorority the incoming freshmen are going to pledge just by looking at them. TSM.

Being standards worst nightmare even over the summer. TSM.

Ironically calling a girl I don’t like “sweetie” and a girl I do like “betch.” TSM.

I may not actually know you, but if my big hates you, I hate you. TSM.

Making him do the walk of shame. TSM.

Get your hoop earrings the fuck away from me. TSM.

If your major doesn’t start with “Pre” or end with “Engineering” then I’m not interested. TSM.

Knowing what all the GDI’s bathrooms look like thanks to their Facebook pictures. TSM.