Donna Pinciotti. NS. Jackie Burkhart. TSM.

Perfecting the song lyric Facebook album title. TSM.

We may all be angels, but we are still one hell of a house. TSM.

Wearing lighter clothes because they make me even more tan. TSM.

Snapping when the preacher finishes his sermon. TSM.

Avoiding skin cancer by staying white, and looking damn good doing it. TSM.

Leg pop, head tilt, skinny arm. TSM.

#turninganentiresentenceintoonebiglongimpossibletoreadhashtag. TSM.

Failing my statistics final, but I still know there’s a 100% chance my husband will be incredibly successful. TSM.

“We should totally do lunch sometime,” really means, “I don’t plan on seeing you again.” TSM.

No self control when it comes to arts and crafts. TSM.

Cher Horowitz. TSM.

Wincing every time I see a girl who can’t walk in heels. TSM.

The muscles I’ve gained from doing the sorority squat in pictures also come in handy while hovering in bar bathrooms. TSM.

Sisters don’t let sisters buy drugstore makeup. TSM.

Being a Jackie and a Marilyn. TSM.

She’s a friend…but not a bridesmaid. TSM.

Not having an ugly legacy to hide during recruitment. TSM.

My biggest goal for the summer consists of collecting as many fraternity rush tanks as possible. Is that bad? TSM.

You call it flirting, I call it networking. TSM.