You’ll never guess who I just saw. TSM.

Knowing exactly where the line between sassy and bitchy is, and crossing it anyway. TSM.

Never worrying about bringing a jacket, because you know some fratdaddy will give you his anyway. TSM.

Taking 5 hours to get ready for formal and still showing up fashionably late. TSM.

You’re in a service sorority? Bless your heart. TSM.

I hope you don’t mind, but we had a few pre-cocktail party cocktails…like before the cocktail party. With cocktails. TSM.

Spending more time getting ready for Big/ Little Reveal than I do for a date. There are more pictures at reveal. Duh. TSM.

Wore my boyfriend’s Oxford to a “Sleepwear” party. TSM.

WWJD?: What Would Jackie Do? TSM.

I never wear the same thing twice to chapter. Girls will notice. TSM.

Making my Black Friday shopping list in class. TSM.

Getting a science degree so that when he takes care of me, it’s not because he has to. TSM.

Is this a dress or a shirt? TSM.

The only thing below-average about me is my BMI. TSM.

I may not actually know you, but if my big hates you, I hate you. TSM.

The best nicknames are the ones people don’t know they have. TSM.

Look, I know we’re best friends when I’m drunk, but when I’m sober…I just don’t like you that much. TSM.

Today I started Christmas shopping: Lilly wine glasses for my mother, Cabelas hunting gear for my brother and Daddy, and nothing for my brother’s bitchy GDI girlfriend. TSM.

There’s no business like bow business. TSM.

Always having someone to paint your right hand for you. TSM.