Getting stopped by a little girl in Disney World who thinks you’re one of the princesses. TSM.

The best part of New Year’s Eve is all of the glitter. TSM.

That satisfying feeling when your skin is too tan for your makeup. TSM.

“She’s only been here for a few months, but everybody loves her, because she’s super-beautiful and she never throws up on anybody when she’s drunk.” TSM.

You don’t need to say sweet things to me. Buying me presents is fine. TSM.

“This is Rachel. We like her.” TSM.

I miss my Big. I wish she was here so I could vent to her about it. TSM.

Defying the “dumb sorority girl” stereotype one Dean’s List letter at a time. TSM.

Every holiday I freak out because I have nothing to wear, then I go shopping and freak out because I have too many options. TSM.

We’re not going to have ugly children…I mean look at us, we have amazing genes. TSM.

She lives on glitter, wine, and gossip. TSM.

Knowing the exact location of every mirror on campus. TSM.

My goal this New Year’s Eve is to not remember a thing, and to look good doing it. TSM.

Apparently not everyone had as much fun this semester as I did. TSM.

I’m not spoiled, I’m blessed. TSM.

In high school I wore his letter on a jacket. Now I wear his letters on a chain around my neck. TSM.

Cute and cute enough for New Years Eve are two very different things. TSM.

My “just because” diamonds are bigger than her engagement ring. TSM.

The amount of jewelry you’re still wearing in the morning is directly proportional to how good your night was. TSM.

Worrying more about potential mixer outfits than normal clothes when packing up for spring semester. TSM.