Needing to text your sisters, because the house is so big. TSM.

Feigning excitement when a sister shares your birthday, though in reality, you’re upset you have to share the attention. TSM.

Sitting at happy hour with your pledge sisters scrutinizing every new member in the Bid Day pictures in search of your perfect grandlittle. TSM.

Blair Waldorf is my spirit animal. TSM.

His ex requesting to follow you on Twitter. TSM.

Chasing a Gatorade with a skinny vanilla latte for breakfast after a long night. TSM.

“What if my little is a skank?” TSM.

Constantly complaining about the heat, yet refusing to move out of the sun, because you want to work on your tan. TSM.

The obvious discrepancy between the bra size you should wear and the bra size you do wear, because bigger bras don’t look as cute. TSM.

Devoting mental energy into getting a guy to notice you, just so you can turn him down. TSM.

“I don’t like him. I like the attention.” TSM.

Celebrating your best friend’s first orgasm as if it were your own. TSM.

I keep up with the Kardashians. TSM.

Sunglasses, Starbucks, smartphone – no outfit is complete without ’em. TSM.

Walt Disney incorporating the symbol and flower of his daughters’ sorority all around Disneyland. TSM.

If no one remembers it, it never happened. TSM.

Your first thought when hearing about the new “craft place” is that it was a craft store, not a brewery. TSM.

My favorite season is recruitment season. TSM.

Your pledge sisters asking if you’ll be their big every time they see something you crafted for your little. TSM.

Seeing more sorority hand signs than cowboy hats in the CMA Music Festival crowd. TSM.