“I’m prettier than her, right?” TSM.

I’m not made of money, Daddy is. TSM.

Holding a VP position every year so my picture is always on the first row of the composite. TSM.

Any color, as long as it’s pink. TSM.

“Guess who texted me.” TSM.

The pre-fraternity formal season cooler shortage. TSM.

Having an irrational fear that the server will give you regular instead of Diet Coke. TSM.

On Saturday all we do is sit around and wait for it to be socially acceptable to start drinking again. TSM.

It’s from Forever. TSM.

That moment mid-hangover when you can’t tell if you’re starving or nauseous. TSM.

Immediately regretting the decision to go home for the weekend when you see your sisters’ Facebook pictures. TSM.

Pardi Gras. TSM.

Having recurring weekend friends. TSM.

Not being able to throw a ball, but being able to juggle two. TSM.

Knowing that frat guys are the biggest assholes…but still refusing to date a GDI. TSM.

Feeling like a celebrity when your photo is published in your sorority’s magazine. TSM.

Drinking wine and looking at engagement rings with your sisters. TSM.

Using your sorority’s Facebook page to add and stalk guys you can’t friend yourself. TSM.

My Pinterest boards are 100 times more organized than my life. TSM.

“I don’t care what you think about me. I don’t think about you at all.” -Coco Chanel. TSM.