Mani, Pedi, Daddy, Addy: these are a few of my favorite things. TSM.

Only knowing what day of the week it is during the summer because of birth control pills. TSM.

Recruitment chants on repeat in my head. TSM.

Every day I thank God and my plastic surgeon for making me the way I am. TSM.

Not caring about Shark Week and watching The Bachelorette finale no matter how much you hate Ashley. TSM.

Whoever said wearing bows isn’t sexy hasn’t seen me wear one. TSM.

Just had to deactivate my Facebook until after recruitment. TSM better keep me entertained. TSM.

“Sorry ’bout it.” TSM.

School supply shopping with my bffs Lilly and Vera. TSM.

I’m not saying I have a drinking problem, but when I drink, there are problems. TSM.

Your sister asks if you’re mad when you don’t have the usual eight exclamation points at the end of your text. TSM.

Never swearing because having a dirty mouth is ALMOST as bad as having dirty fingernails. TSM.

Having the most complicated order in the Starbucks line but saying it the fastest. TSM.

“I just can’t until you breakup with your girlfriend. I’m not a home wrecker.” TSM.

I’m too hot to think about how hot I am. TSM.

It’s August 1st, the countdown is over! I can start using my Lilly planner. TSM.

Getting distracted by the rock on your left hand while driving. TSM.

RIP Mr. Franzia. TSM.

Pre-church cardio sesh. TSM.

I will not rush crush. I will not rush crush. I will not rush crush. Whoops. TSM.