“Can you see my hangover through these sunglasses?” TSM.

Having a love/hate relationship with the people who were sober enough to remember what you did last night. TSM.

Being far too hungover to go to class, but managing to make it to banner painting at the same time. TSM.

When he stays at your place, but you still get a shack shirt. TSM.

“Are you dressing cute, or no?” TSM.

Wearing both last nights outfit and dignity to your 8AM. TSM.

Fear no bitch. Trust no player. TSM.

Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because he was tall and in a good fraternity, and he’ll probably text you again at 2:34am this Saturday. TSM.

Having a group message called The Burn Book. TSM.

If by homework you mean his formal cooler, then yes, I’ve started it. TSM.