My stumbleupon topics are crafting, cooking, and weddings. TSM.

Walking down a fraternity’s fire escape in heels. TSM.

I put in my new birth control Nuva Ring right before 7:30pm Ash Wednesday Mass. TSM.

My first car cost more than your Daddy makes in a year. TSM.

Adding a splash of Baileys to my Slim Fast shake. TSM.

Wearing letters on vacay for recruitment video pics. TSM.

If you can’t pronounce the designers name, you can’t afford it, so don’t bother asking me where I got it. TSM.

Creating a male Facebook to stalk PNMs since we can’t friend them due to sorority rules. Helps us figure out who the slutty ones are. TSM.

Quoting Mean Girls during my medical school interview. TSM.

My exam asked, “What was the name of the Native American tribe that…?” I didn’t know, so I answered Navajo because that’s the kind of Jack Rogers I have. TSM.

My GDI roommate and her boyfriend kept trying to talk to me. So I went to the bathroom and cleaned. TSM.

Sisters don’t let sisters Tweet drunk. TSM.

Having a drawer just for shack shirts. TSM.

You must be this tall to enter. TSM.

The only thing fake about me is my personality. TSM.

Having to leave one set of clothes at home because the sorority house doesn’t have closets big enough to fit both seasons in. TSM.

Shouting a lower tier sorority’s name while making a scene. TSM.

Invited to the Young Democrats date auction…because you’re invited everywhere. Obviously not going because you only date conservatives. TSM.

Getting ash on my Lilly dress because I refuse to look depressing or drab on any day, even Ash Wednesday. TSM.

It’s not alcoholism until we graduate college. TSM.