If you wanna get with me, there’s some things you gotta know. You gotta be frat and party on the row. TSM.

Tank top tan. TSM.

Don’t get me wrong, I think unness abreves are totes presh…but I would never call a fraternity a frat. TSM.

It’s only a walk of shame if you’re ashamed of what you did. TSM.

Talking to the manicurist is a great way of practicing the “I’m so interested in what you’re saying” face. TSM.

Tearing up when a recruitment song comes on Pandora. TSM.

“Better suited elsewhere.” TSM.

ASL? No, no, no. AMF (Age, Major, Frat). TSM.

I’m not overpacking, I just like having options. TSM.

Craving chocolate and drinking a Diet Coke instead. TSM.

There goes my last Lilly sticker. My planner’s spring semester is about to look a lot less fun. TSM.

Princess mentality. TSM.

“It’s not that there is anything wrong with her, I just think she could come on a little strong to a PNM. That’s all.” TSM.

Life’s too short to not have an umbrella in your drink. TSM.

A great pair of shoes CAN change your life. Just ask Dorothy. TSM.

Mixing vodka with orange juice to make it “healthy.” TSM.

I don’t nanny because I need the money. I do it as an internship. TSM.

Seriously stressing about the color scheme for the new apartment this semester. TSM.

Post-shack Starbucks. TSM.

Planning a Barbie themed birthday party for my little’s 21st. TSM.