“Wait, can you take another picture of us? Last one, promise.” TSM.

I have a constant internal battle about whether to be classy or give zero fucks. TSM.

The strategically timed “Hereee” text. TSM.

“What’s his name?” always comes after “which fraternity is he in?” TSM.

I’m environmentally friendly in that I recycle water bottles to sneak vodka into public places. TSM.

“Thanks for the shots! We have to use the bathroom, we’ll be riiiiight back.” TSM.

Irrational excitement when your boy double texts you. TSM.

Now that I have painted my nails, cleaned my room, organized my desk, and gone to the gym I can study. TSM.

“My sheets are monogrammed, so is my silverwear and pretty much everything else I own. My rule is if it’s not moving, monogram it.” -Reese Witherspoon. TSM.

Saying “haze” in a sorority is like saying “bomb” in an airport. TSM.