Sitting there smiling and pretending to understand when my fratdaddy talks about finance, while all I really hear is cha-ching cha-ching. TSM.

Forgetting about the half-full flask of vodka in your purse from the weekend’s activities until you open it to tithe at Sunday mass. TSM.

Judging our new pledges on their ability to craft. TSM.

Never dying a strip of my hair pink, blue, or any other color. TSM.

Constantly baking but never licking the spoon. TSM.

Starting my day off with time in the sauna to sweat out the alcohol from the night before. TSM.

Barack and Michelle not being invited to Kate and Will’s wedding. TSM.

I don’t go to the gym because I need to get in shape. I go to show off my cute workout clothes and get jealous stares from all the girls who actually need to be in there. TSM.

Having a summer job on Capitol Hill without ever touching an application. TSM.

My HMI (Hair Mass Index) is larger than my BMI (Body Mass Index.) TSM.

buying three different bikinis for the summer with a pair of sunglasses for each. TSM.

Spring: When the flowers start blooming and the knees start showing. TSM.

Snooki poof. NS. French braided side part. TSM.

Stop raging fratstars, start proposing. TSM

The Cheerios on Glee. TSM.

I can’t say not to a t-shirt sign up. TSM.

Martha Stewart went to jail because she tried to do a fratdaddy’s job. TSM.

Over packing for spring break. TSM.

Blair Waldorf needs to go to Standards for making out with that GDI Humphrey. TSM.

“Maybe Attending.” TSM.