Pledge Task: Figure out name of the guy I made out with last night. TSM.

When I look back…all my relationships have begun with a drunken introduction at an exchange. TSM.

Batting your lashes for guys who got ashes. TSM.

My mom’s big is my big’s mom. TSM.

The U.S picking Ralph Lauren as their designer for the Olympic uniforms. TSM.

I don’t mind getting sick. I don’t eat as much. TSM.

Justifying splurging on Tory Burch as “helping a sister” and splurging on Kate Spade as “showing panhellenic love.” TSM.

Never taking your shoes off at a mixer or formal. Ever. TSM.

I get hit on more times on the way to class than you do on a Saturday night. TSM.

Stealing your boyfriend. NS. Stealing your boyfriend’s attention. TSM.

Making sure you have a perfect profile pic before giving up Facebook for lent. TSM.

Never ditching your sisters for a guy…almost never ditching your sisters for a guy. TSM.

Less whine, more wine. TSM.

The James Bond-like deceptiveness and trickery that is Big/Little week. TSM.

Sticks and stones may break my bones but you still suck in bed. TSM.

I don’t need a holiday as an excuse to drink on a Tuesday. TSM .

My big is Ally, my G-big is Allie, and my little is Ali. TSM.

Carolina Cup: where all sorority women can bond over Lilly. And I guess horses. TSM.

Decorating your graduation cap with your sororities gemstones. TSM.

Diet Coke tastes better out of a koozie. TSM.