The amount of glitter in my bed would make you think I’d fucked the tooth fairy. TSM.

Being more prepared for spring break in one month, than you are for the classes you have tomorrow. TSM.

Making a list of potential formal dates and adding to it after every mixer. TSM.

Buying your little so much shit second semester senior year, because you want to buy it, but you’re graduating soon. TSM.

Filling your planner with mixer themes and date parties instead of assignments. TSM.

I wish I could just monogram my boyfriend so everyone would know he was mine. TSM.

Red lips, black soul. TSM.

Never knowing what’s happening in class, but always knowing what’s happening over the weekend. TSM.

Caring more about what award you win at formal than who you bring to it. TSM.

You had me at “pre-med.” TSM.