Having battle scars from dancing on elevated surfaces. TSM.

Having your “50 Shades Of Grey” movie night planned out already. TSM.

Bows before bros. TSM.

Judging freshmen who say they’re not going to rush, only to judge them harder later if they say they are. TSM.

True sisterhood: passing out on a porch holding hands after a long day of drinking. TSM.

My heart doesn’t care about him. My mind is mad at him. My body just wants to do him. TSM.

Smirking to stop yourself from saying something bitchy. TSM.

The eye roll becoming a reflex. TSM.

Being able to shower, do your hair, pick out an outfit, and put on makeup blacked out. TSM.