The Bachelor Finale is the sorority girl’s version of the NCAA Championship game. TSM.

I own 3 pairs of riding boots, but don’t ride horses. TSM.

I only wear my prettiest dress when I know someone else will take it off. TSM.

Charlotte York and Kate Spade are my sisters. TSM.

My bikini matches my kayak. TSM.

You live vicariously through my facebook pictures. TSM.

I may wear Granny’s pearls but I’ll never wear Granny panties. TSM.

Being southern automatically makes everything you do classier. TSM.

Hip bones are the new pink. TSM.

Pearls on the ears. Yurman on the wrist. Letters around the neck. TSM.

Happy Pi Day. Baking apple pies with my sisters to celebrate. TSM.

Using the Bachelor finale starting at 8 as motivation to finish my paper. TSM.

Beer goggles don’t apply to me. I’m always a 10. TSM.

Always carrying a Tide-To-Go Pen. TSM.

Writing a list of spring break must-haves during recruitment workshop. TSM.

Using my iPad to take notes in class. I’m too good for notebooks. TSM.

Donating my walk of shame frat shirts to Goodwill. TSM.

Baking a casserole and planning a small dinner party because I don’t feel like studying for midterms. TSM.

I would go to my beach club for spring break. But spending my fratdaddy’s money in St. Thomas is more fun. TSM.

I don’t hate you because you’re fat, you’re fat because I hate you. TSM.