Tina Fey publicly calling Taylor Swift out at the Golden Globes by telling her to take some “me time.” TSM.

“Settling down” sounds an awful lot like “settling.” TSM.

Your Starbucks order describing you perfectly: tall, skinny, and blonde. TSM.

Feeling slightly guilty when you dishonestly tell your parents you’ll be more careful with their credit card this semester. TSM.

Boys make me sandwiches. TSM.

Having a Thursday night class with a sister, and viewing it as the perfect pregaming opportunity. TSM.

Knowing the upside of the flu is all the weight you’ll lose. TSM.

Turning “The Study Room” into “The Craft Room.” TSM.

The break-up diet: Diet Coke and vodka. TSM.

“It’s whatever. I’m over it.” TSM.

Don’t open your legs for a boy who won’t open the door. TSM.

Pregaming a dry event. TSM.

Wanting your daughter to join whichever sorority she feels the most at home in…unless it’s your rival. TSM.

Dress like Lauren, party like Audrina. TSM.

Having little concern the first time a boy sees your naked body, but feeling totally vulnerable the first time he sees your naked face. TSM.

Buying a bottle for the weekend always turning into “Well, we have wine, so we should just drink it now.” TSM.

Feeling disappointed when you wake from a dream about getting dressed for the day, not because you realized you’re not ready, but because you realized you don’t own the outfit you dreamed up. TSM.

Waiting to respond to a frat party invite on Facebook to see how many of the guys invite you. TSM.

The morning-after formal recap session. TSM.

Guys changing their Spring Break plans when they find out where you and your sisters are going. TSM.