Getting pissed when you see an ugly guy wearing a shirt from one of your sorority’s functions. TSM.

Making sure that all Spring Break tan lines coincide with next weekend’s formal dress’ straps. TSM.

Being asked if you’re wearing shorts, because your shirt is so big. TSM.

Drinking Firefly out of a mason jar. TSM.

Just because I starve myself before every social, date night, formal, semiformal, or any other fraternal event doesn’t mean I have an eating disorder. TSM.

Girl you want to bring home to mom by day, sorostitute by night. TSM.

Starbucks for lunch. TSM.

Never been to a garage party. TSM.

I don’t say no. I’ve perfected the “it’s never going to happen” laugh. TSM.

The only thing I don’t like about George W. Bush is that he never had sons. TSM.

Drunk Facebooking. TSM.

Pretending to be hard to get. TSM.

My design professor asked us to bring in a sample of our artwork. Naturally, I brought in a picture of my Carolina Cup cooler. TSM.

There’s no room at our table if you don’t bring anything to it. TSM.

During exam week I leave an Adderall on my fratdaddy’s pillow after making his bed. TSM.

I <3 Daddy's credit card. TSM.

Got asked where I was going looking so cute this morning on my walk of shame. TSM.

We would drop Rebecca Black the first day of rush. TSM.

Throwing up behind a tree at sisterhood retreat, so my sisters won’t judge me. TSM.

I don’t need Rebecca Black telling me that it is Friday. My birth control already does. TSM.