Partying like Serena, dressing like Blair. TSM.
Partying like Serena, dressing like Blair. TSM.
Andre is a girl’s best friend. TSM.
Being an athlete’s cardio. TSM.
Feeling more claustrophobic in a classroom of 25 GDIs than in a sorority house with 400 girls during recruitment. TSM.
His brothers call me the First Lady because my boyfriend is their president. TSM.
I always get what I want. And by “what,” I mean “who”…And what, actually. TSM.
The ability to look hot while wearing a fanny pack, norts, and a snapback. TSM.
Bonding with your sisters over your hot new TA. TSM.
Watched the NFL Draft partially because I really love football, and partially so I can stare at hot guys for three hours. TSM.
Warner wouldn’t marry me because I’m too blonde. TSM.
Owning dresses that have been to more formals than you have. TSM.
Having an e-mail chain among all of your sisters, and another e-mail chain among your favorite sisters. TSM.
I love my mirrored Ray-Bans but I hate that you can’t see me judging you. TSM.
Pictures are the only way I can brag while also being modest. TSM.
When all of your sisters and you have almost the exact same sorority pin board. TSM.
When your GDI roommate goes to sleep before you even leave to go out for the night. TSM.
My punishment is never that bad because I always make the standards committee laugh with my stories of the night. TSM.
An event is only as good as its t-shirt. TSM.
Inspecting facebook pictures in chronological order to figure out at what point in the night I lost my earring. TSM.
Spot the legacy…the sorority version of Where’s Waldo. TSM.