Margarita mistakes. TSM.

Freaking out because you realize there’s an event you want to go to in two days, and you don’t have time to order t-shirts. Calming down because you’re a master with puffy paint. TSM.

If you wear capris, we can’t really be friends. TSM.

They aren’t bad decisions if you make them in advance. TSM.

Celebrating Earth Day by using enough hairspray to create another hole in the ozone layer. TSM.

Making the bed you shacked in before leaving. TSM.

Giving out compliments you don’t mean. TSM.

If it’s not color-coded, I won’t read it. TSM.

The hundred thousand dollars worth of Yurman in our chapter room on Monday nights could put at least four geeds through college. TSM.

Making the background of my PowerPoint a Lilly Pulitzer print so I can match my skirt to my presentation. TSM.

The only detail of my wedding not planned yet is doctor or lawyer. TSM.

Saving lip gloss for last so it doesn’t rub off on shot glasses while pre-gaming. TSM.

Planning my little’s wedding during study hours because I already have my own planned. TSM.

Tanning on your sun deck with your sisters, but going to the tanning bed after to get rid of the tan lines. TSM.

I’ve mastered the art of passive-aggressive tweeting. TSM.

Missing my morning class because I can’t decide what to wear. TSM.

True Life: I hoard comfort colors frocket t-shirts. TSM.

Taking an adderall with my iced coffee. Just kidding, I can swallow it dry. TSM.

On the elliptical wearing a College Republicans shirt and watching Fox News while the geeds stare. TSM.

“Story of my life.” TSM.