Knowing exactly what to buy your big for Christmas but having no clue what to get your parents. TSM.
Knowing exactly what to buy your big for Christmas but having no clue what to get your parents. TSM.
You call it stalking, I prefer to call it selective observation. TSM.
On this campus we require at least a 2.5 in order to obtain your MRS, if you can’t meet that GPA then you’ll have to settle for your GDI. TSM
The only good thing about graduating is the t-shirt quilt. TSM.
Getting philanthrophy hours for donating your ex’s clothes. TSM.
I have no idea what a diamond less than two carats looks like and I don’t intend on finding out. TSM.
Next year’s rush shirts: Join or Die a GDI. TSM.
Waking up in an unfamiliar apartment and feeling so relieved when you see your letters hanging on the wall. TSM.
Chasing Adderall with Red Bull Vodka. TSM.
“I’m not hungry.” “LUCKYYYYY.” TSM.
She’s not competition. She liked her own photo. TSM.
I’m convinced all nice guys are part gay. TSM.
Your standard Sunday outfit being sweatpants and last night’s dress. TSM.
Talking about what an asshole he is while simultaneously buying uncomfortable panties online because you think he’ll like them. TSM.
Adding “homecoming queen” to your signature. TSM.
“I don’t really feel like drinking. I think we should stay in tonight and not rage. Sooooooo wine?” TSM.
“Wait, switch sides with me so you can see my bow!” TSM.
Blocking your ex on email, text, and all other media to prove a point post-breakup…then logging into his accounts to see if he tried to contact you. TSM.
Deciding what city to live in post-grad based on where there are alumnae chapters. TSM.
It’s what’s on the outside that really counts. TSM.