Making out with a guy, then Facebook stalking his girlfriend the next morning. TSM.

Let’s just say we are sisters from another listserv. TSM.

Trying to use your monogramed bag as I.D. at the airport. TSM.

Being completely responsible for getting glitter all over your boyfriend’s bed. TSM.

“…And frankly, it’s unbecoming.” TSM.

Mom packed silver silverware in elementary/middle school. No plastics. TSM.

Dirty looks from the other sororities because you took all the top PNMs. TSM.

“If you don’t focus on your ass, no one else will.” TSM.

Biggest house drama so far this year was over name tag crafting. TSM.

Parents’ Weekend aka Shopping Spree. TSM.

Accidentally raised my hand when the professor asked if anyone in class had a twin. TSM.

You know it’s a problem when there’s no Taylor Swift song for it. TSM.

Ok seriously, what is the written abbrev for casual? TSM.

Getting the cutest and sweetest batch of babies on campus. TSM.

Baking for five, but eating just enough to stay alive. TSM.

Never needing to fish for compliments. TSM.

And so began the Little War of 2011. TSM.

Yes, I have a giant umbrella. You better get out of my way. TSM.

I’m feeling unapproachable today. TSM.

Some things are worth the wait. Others are worth the RUSH. TSM.