Going to the gym to lose weight. NS. Going to the gym to maintain perfection. TSM.

Angelica Pickles. TSM.

They call us a “wine and cheese” crowd. TSM.

Reading Cosmo while my fratdaddy does my stats homework. I need to learn some tricks to pay him back later. TSM.

The only thing I truly enjoy about being a Business major is seeing handsome frattys in business casual on a daily basis. TSM.

Telling a girl that she has the “loveliest” Uggs and that you like the Norts she paired them with, before whispering “Bless her heart” to your sister. TSM.

I spend more time in hob lob than I do in class. TSM.

I don’t have to tell anyone where I’m sitting at the game. They just look for the biggest bow in the row. TSM.

Being called a lady, not a slampiece. TSM.

Liking the assholes even though you know they are assholes. TSM.

Lilly coming out with a furniture collection. TSM.

It’s officially Norts season. TSM.

Unfriending ugly girls on facebook. TSM.

You can pay for school, but you can’t buy class. TSM.

Having girls ask me to bake their fratstars cupcakes because they know I’m our sorority’s resident Martha Stewart….minus the jail time. TSM.

Limiting the amount of Yurman to only 6 pieces during rush so we don’t intimidate the freshman. TSM.

No, GDI, I wasn’t alone on Valentine’s day watching the Notebook. Sorry I’m not sorry. TSM.

It’s not the grades you make, it’s the hearts you break. TSM.

Online dating is for GDIs. Bless their desperate hearts. TSM.

Occasionally looking up from my doodles of crowns and white violets to give the right answer when all of the geeds in my class can’t figure it out. TSM.