I’m not marrying a lawyer, I’ll be one. I’m marrying a doctor. TSM.

I was so happy when I found out my future suite mate wasn’t a fuggly GDI, but I was even happier when I realized I was prettier than she was. TSM.

B.Y.O.B: Bring your own bow. TSM.

Lilly Bible cover. TSM.

The future soccer mom that the other soccer mom’s envy. TSM.

Dividing by 3. TSM.

Recruitment workshops: an excuse to buy a week’s worth of a new wardrobe. TSM.

I took 121 pictures last night. 27 went on facebook. TSM.

Getting a present and checking the price online afterwards, just to make sure they spent enough money on you. TSM.

I smile and say hello because I’m southern. It doesn’t mean we’re friends. TSM.

“If you’re from Africa, why are you white?” TSM.

Dirty rushing a PNM instead of doing homework. TSM.

The only secrets I keep are the initiation rituals. TSM.

Looking forward to spring because the fratstars dress in pastels. TSM.

I have 5 different mustards in my refrigerator. Always prepared for whatever sandwich request might come my way. TSM.

My professor started talking about economic hardships. So I logged on to start reading TFM. TSM.

Our sisterhood event consisted of us all watching Mean Girls together. TSM.

If you’re name doesn’t end in a Roman numeral, I’m not interested. TSM.

Refusing to go to apartment parties. TSM.

Facebook should add “Lavaliered By” as a relationship status. TSM.