Hiding your ugly girls in the kitchen during rush. NS. Not having any ugly girls to hide. TSM.

My frat daddy’s Tiffany promise ring is just a place holder for his grandmother’s Harry Winston engagement ring. TSM.

Sympathizing with Regina George. TSM.

A random girl sat next to me in class today so I pulled up Lilly Pulitzer on my iPhone 4 and started to shop just so she would know I am better than her. TSM.

Ignoring the twenty five minute time limit on the ellipticals at the Rec. TSM.

Not owning fat jeans, since I never have a fat day. TSM.

I’m not a slampiece, I’m a take-home-to-meet-the-fam-piece. TSM.

Who I take to bed is like how southern schools handle snow days: 3-5 inches and it’s not happening. TSM.

I changed my major from nursing, to interior design, to early childhood education. This is because all I really want to do is marry a doctor, live in a nice house, and be a stay-at-home mom. TSM.

Every Christmas my entire family takes a pictures on the front steps of my grandparent’s house. The same plantation house, where starting back in 1755, a painting or picture has been made every single year. Except the years where all the sons were off being officers in the Confederacy. TSM.