There’s a fine for that. TSM.

Fruit is the new crouton. TSM.

Dear Pimple-y GDI psych classmate,
I can see you staring at me from the corner of my eye. I’m used to it, but please keep your heavy breathing to a minimum, it’s distracting me from practicing my signature over and over. Thanks. TSM.

Telling everyone who asks I’m dressed up for an important meeting later but really I just know how amazing my ass looks in a pencil skirt. TSM.

Getting over $600 worth of campus parking tickets in one semester because you didn’t want to sweat on the way to class. Don’t worry, Daddy paid them off and I plan on doing it again next semester. TSM.

Using Photo Booth as a mirror during class. TSM.

At my yearly birth control appointment with a giant bow in my hair. TSM.

Being home for 2 days and instantly regaining my accent. TSM.

Going to Borders and spending an hour in the Cooking section. TSM.

Throwing away change. TSM.

Stocking up on champagne for the Final Four. Go Butler. TSM.

Royal Wedding themed formal. TSM.

Real Housewives of Miami. NS. Southern Belles: Lousiville. TSM.

My fratdaddy was also my high school sweetheart. TSM.

Psychology major, the illusion of intelligence, the workload of an overeager Education major. TSM.

Some GDIs get unemployment for graduation, I’m getting a hunting safari in Africa complete with monogrammed gun. TSM.

Sugar-free Red Bull. TSM.

Had a dream last night about senior speeches/pass down and woke up crying. TSM.

Watching Say Yes to the Dress and laughing at the girls who have a budget. TSM.

Planning for recruitment like its your wedding. TSM.