What she’s failing to realize is you can’t call dibs on a guy that doesn’t even know your name. TSM.

Being more concerned about the outcome of The Bachelor than the national championship game. TSM.

So you agree? You think this is going to be the best semester ever? TSM.

Having more bows than the Christmas tree. TSM.

“Let’s get festive, betches!” TSM.

The dozens of “How was your exam? But more importantly, what are we doing tonight?” texts post-finals. TSM.

Strategically planning your outfits according to who you will see that day. TSM.

See ya never. TSM.

Your letters working better than mistletoe. TSM.

I can’t eat, I’ll sober up. TSM.