Flour power. TSM.

Phone always on low battery because you don’t charge it when shacking. TSM.

When you go to dry dishes and the towels all have glitter in them from crafting. TSM.

Working out at the crappy apartment gym until you’re in perfect shape to show off in front of cuties at the rec. TSM.

Holding the world record for most Facebook events “maybe attending.” TSM.

Making Excel spread sheets of big/little pairings to see who got who. TSM.

Knowing your cookies are ready when you’ve sang each recruitment song twice. TSM.

Diamonds and pearls are not for easy girls. TSM.

Wishing Lilly would create a line of lingerie. TSM.

That awkward moment when you’re complaining about an annoying new girl and you realize you’re talking to her big. TSM.

Taking the new girls out to drink their first weekend after bid day, then secretly judging their behavior. TSM.

Having all the right ingredients to stir up trouble. TSM.

Paying for your friends and never having buyer’s remorse. TSM.

Stunting a girl up to get a tack off the wall instead of using a ladder. TSM.

In the sorority house, Lilly equals camouflage. TSM.

Boys, booze, floral print shoes, and a closet of clothes no girl can refuse. TSM.

Drunken first aid. TSM.

PMSing for a month, aka Recruitment. TSM.

I had a dream last night that “Little” was added to Facebook relationships…then I woke up. TSM.

Taking Adderall to shop online. TSM.