Pledge asked me how I knew where the Presidential Bathroom was. TSM.

“I wanna lose 3 pounds” TSM.

Yes, I am saving that seat. For my bag. TSM.

Sometimes, after a weekend of questionable decisions, I watch shows like Teen mom and 16 and pregnant to feel better about my life. TSM.

I justify shacking as a means to prevent drunk eating and a supplement to working out. TSM.

I don’t know, but I heard she got really fat. TSM.

Wearing work out clothes to class with absolutely no intentions of working out later. TSM.

Doing my fratdaddy’s laundry because I wore it home. TSM.

Studying in the library on the medical campus. Dr. Right is more likely to be there. TSM.

“Oh my gosh I hate her… wait, why do I hate her again?” TSM.

Updating your Facebook status to let everyone know how your diet is going. NS. Always dieting and never mentioning it. TSM.

The whole house smells like paint pens. TSM.

Only having your ears pierced. TSM.

Whoever said that money doesn’t buy happiness didn’t know where to shop. TSM.

Vodka, water and Crystal Light packets. TSM.

Walk of shame. NS. Calling a sister to give you a ride as soon as he falls asleep/passes out. TSM.

Vodka crans. TSM.

Bathroom bonding moments. TSM.

She’s fine, this happens all the time. TSM.

Facebook chatting with a sister while she’s drunk while writing a letter about her to Standards. TSM.