Going to the pool, but never actually getting in. TSM.

Perfecting the eye roll. TSM.

My butt makes wearing jeggings okay to wear. TSM.

The only ginger that ever has a chance with me is Prince Harry, maybe. TSM.

Mandatory fun. TSM.

“Please do not feed the rushees.” TSM.

Celebrating 420 by “waking and baking” cupcakes for my fratstar. TSM.

I went to college to find my bridesmaids. I’m going to law school to find my husband. TSM.

My future husband is going to be more successful than your future husband. TSM.

Turned 18: I still idolize Barbie, wear a bow in my hair, and order from the kid’s menu. TSM.

Walking into class late so everyone can see how cute I look. TSM.

Perfect posture. TSM.

Having the same cycle as your Big. TSM.

High standards, higher hair. TSM.

Planning events based on potential Facebook album titles. TSM.

Never thought tramp stamps were cute. TSM.

Blue is our color, and blue is our other color. TSM.

Whoever said money can’t buy happiness obviously never had a black amex card in their Prada wallet. TSM.

Always finding an elevated surface to dance on. TSM.

Fashionably late and a little tipsy. TSM.