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.

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

Braving the elements to get wine. TSM.

Sorry I made you look fat for the sake of myself look skinny with my skinny app. TSM.

Spring break plans? Get hella turnt and somewhat burnt. TSM.

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

Last one to get ready. First one to get drunk. TSM.