“I can’t talk about this right now. I’ve been drunk for 12 hours.” TSM.

Going to chapter with an X on your hand. TSTC.

The Starbucks trenta cup holding a whole bottle of wine. TSM.

Referring to Tinder as “Online shopping.” TSM.

Sweeping all the other sororities on bid day with the most perfect babies in the world. TSM.

Choosing which team to support in the Super Bowl based on which colors go best with your complexion. TSM.

Too many paddles. Not enough wall space. TSM.

Pulling a “Well, my sisters will be looking for me,” when you find out he has a little penis. TSM.

Figuring out which sorority your professor would be in with your sisters before class starts. TSM.

Neglecting to hear “…to take notes” when your professor says “You can use your laptop in class.” TSM.

Having fraternities’ door codes saved on your phone for optimally accessible shacking opportunities. TSM.

All of your snacks on MyFitnessPal being alcohol. TSM.

Managing to double book boys despite a perfectly organized planner. TSM.

TFTC: Too fabulous to care. TSM.

Your signature cocktail being The Scarlet O’Hara. TSM.

Waking up with glitter on the floor, mod podge in your hair, and an empty box of wine in your bed. TSM.

“Oops!” being the universal code for “I don’t give a shit.” TSTC.

Online homework ever so easily becoming online shopping. TSM.

Hot glue burns are the battle scars of crafting. TSM.

I’m going to marry you. Plan your life accordingly. TSM.