Being more prepared for spring break than you are for midterms. TSM.

Sewing your boyfriend’s pants button back on after you aggressively rip it off. TSM.

Beating the guys at their own game — whether it’s beer pong or matters of the heart — every single time. TSM.

“That would be so cute with letters on it.” TSM.

Getting more excited about the craft than you are for the event you’re crafting for. TSM.

I like my coffee as ice cold as my heart. TSM.

As I walk through the valley in the shadow of the frat house, I will fear no standards, for my vodka and whiskey they comfort me. TSM.

Having a signature dance move. TSM.

Moms’ Weekend turning your crazy, semi-alcoholic friends into wholesome girls you don’t even recognize. TSM.

Remembering the night by what you wore, not what you did. TSM.