Get excited. TSM.

“Oh my God, you look EXACTLY like your big.” TSM.

Getting offended when someone says “you don’t seem like the sorority type.” TSM.

Pregaming sober monitoring. TSM.

Planning friend requests in your agenda, because timing is everything. TSM.

Beer bonging wine. TSM.

I’m not a bitch with an attitude problem. I’m just a bitch with an attitude and you have a problem with it. TSM.

He’s not that cute, but his fraternity brings him up, like, two points. TSM.

We accept the hangovers we think we deserve. TSM.

Most likely to live in the Barbie mansion. TSM.

Most likely to do the walk of shame. TSTC.

Accidentally inviting two boys to formal. TSTC.

My favorite lip stain is wine. TSM.

Skills include: peeing in public, discreetly. TSM.

Knowing you’re the best, simply because every other sorority targets you during Penny Wars. TSM.

Covering last night’s fading bar stamp with tonight’s fresh one. TSM.

Pretty and plastered. TSM.

Making your boyfriend sand his own cooler. TSM.

Knowing it’s a bad idea to text him, but continuing to ask your friends about it until you find someone who says yes. TSM.

Buying nail polish because it’s called Cinderella. TSM.