Hating girls until you have reason to love them. Loving boys until you have a reason to hate them. TSM.

Repin. Retweet. Repeat. TSM.

Sunday post-shacking breakfast date with the grandbig. TSM.

Gossip Girl blasts in the sorority news feed more often than actual news. TSM.

Memorizing Daddy’s credit card number before your own. TSM.

Having a girls’ night, when we all know we are going to end up inviting boys anyway. TSM.

My sideview mirrors are pointed so I can see myself instead of the cars behind me. Oops. TSM.

Can’t wait for fraternity pledge season to begin so I have people to drive me around again. TSM.

Literally can’t make a decision without consulting a sister first. TSM.

Wearing ugly shoes because they’re comfortable, is like accidentally falling in love with a GDI…why would you even try them on in the first place? TSM.

The Nordstrom shoe department knows me by name. TSM.

Part of me is dreading becoming a g-big because I don’t want to share my Little. TSM.

Knowing that whenever you change your relationship status, your entire chapter will “like” it, no matter what. TSM.

“So I’m pretty that sure the topic of discussion at the Christmas Party last night was how me, you, and Captain Morgan are the three best friends that anybody could have.” TSM.

Planning my spring schedule around my 21st birthday, because it’s just that important. TSM.

Lilly under the gown and a headband under the cap. Perfect graduation outfit. TSM.

The lint catchers in our dryers contain more sequins than lint. TSM.

Just realized that the only thing I ate all yesterday was fruit from a cooler of jungle juice. TSM.

Having eight pairs of identical black leggings and still having a favorite. TSM.

I have to go out otherwise this day was a waste of makeup. TSM.