Giving creepers a fake number when you go out. TSM.

Accidentally using parliamentary procedure in everyday speech. TSM.

Pink pepper spray. TSM.

Being asked if my mom and I are sisters. Ironically, we are. TSM.

Crying during “Say Yes to the Dress” when you’re on your period. TSM.

Drinking four bottles of wine planning alcohol awareness week for your sorority. TSM.

Pearls that shine, glittered pins, a sister’s love, a smile that wins. TSM.

G.R.I.T.S. – Girl Raised In The South. TSM.

Not having to act dumb to look cute. TSM.

My sorority pin box is prettier than your sorority pin box. TSM.

As a little girl, I dreamed of marrying a vineyard heir instead of a prince. TSM.

That moment when a GDI gets kicked out of a party as you’re arriving and they try to warn you that people are getting kicked out, but you just walk by laughing because come on now, we’re sorority girls, who would kick us out? TSM.

So, we can ask her to change her hair for recruitment, right? TSM.

I’d say I had a patriotic night. I mean, I woke up in a Marine Corps shirt. TSM.

Never had a GDI roommate. TSM.

Totes excited for the premiere of Surprise Homecoming on TLC. TSM.

Creating a Facebook account for your fake ID. TSM.

No party with Ed Hardy. TSM.

Knowing all of your Big’s passwords. TSM.

TFM Intern is following me on Twitter. I have to figure out how to DM a sandwich. TSM.