Getting distracted by your nail polish after every new manicure. TSM.

Feeling flattered when someone says they “know you don’t eat.” TSM.

Dancing like everyone’s watching. TSM.

“Don’t get it in my hair!” TSM.

You can never have too many quarter zips. TSM.

Having bid day celebrations on a boat and walking away with the captains number. TSM.

Thanking God alcohol doesn’t alter the effectiveness of birth control. TSM.

The Barden Bellas, pre-Fat Amy. TSM.

Automatically waiting a second after swiping right on Tinder, because you know you’ll be matched. TSM.

Tom Brady being the only NFL player you can name. TSM.

Getting out of a speeding ticket with a single hair flip. TSM.

“Want to split a salad?” TSM.

Holding a wine bottle like it’s a baby, because it’s what you care about most in the world. TSM.

All the boys in your phone having Greek letters next to their names. TSM.

Giving your grand-little “vintage” event shirts. TSM.

Playing “pledge” or “mormon” on your front patio when men walk by in suits. TSM.

The babies being on TSM within a day of getting their bids. TSM.

That feeling you get when you’ve finally found your new home. TSM.

Hearing a rival house’s recruitment chair say your house got all of the girls that they wanted. TSM.

Sending 50+ new friend requests in one sitting. TSM.