Disinfecting the beer pong table with Lysol anti-bacterial wipes before the game begins. TSM.

Not playing a sport. TSM.

“She told me not to tell anyone, but…” TSM.

TMI to my BFF. TSM.

NSYNC Pandora. TSM.

Six coolers of mimosas at 5:30 am on our sundeck. TSM.

I spend my Sundays going to chapter & watching Wedding Sunday on WE. TSM.

Sorority Squat on the beach. TSM.

“Do you have this in a smaller size?” TSM.

Making green hair bows for my entire chapter in preparation for St. Patrick’s day. TSM.

I want to be on Spring Break forever. Or be a housewife. Same thing. TSM.

Playing the word tier during every Words With Friends game. TSM.

White gold lavalier because I’m too good for silver. TSM.

Mid-sized SUVs. TSM.

Just because you wear the clothes doesn’t mean you have the class. TSM.

Sent my mom a pic of our neon spring break tanks and she goes “those are the ugliest shirts I’ve ever seen” and then I told her that they were frat and thats all that mattered. TSM.

Making my fratdaddy a sandwich while he gets the Grady White ready to go fishing in The Keys. TSM.

I’m a business major because I’m not going to meet a suitable fratdaddy in an elementary education class. TSM.

Senior Superlative: Most likely to have your home featured in Southern Living. TSM.

Mentally planning my wedding to keep me looking enthusiastic during our 10-hour initiation. TSM.