The other day I was on the phone with my mom and we were talking about internships, appointments and other boring adult things. We ended the conversation talking about money and, trust me, I tried to change the conversation. She must have said, “I just don't know where all of your money goes" at least 10 times and I really didn't what to answer her question because, well, I didn't want to admit it to myself, let alone my mom. Let's be real, though. I know where my cash ends up. Let's take a look (and I know I'm not the only one).

Food. Okay, this one is a given. Food is necessary to survive. So on Friday night when I get home from going out I have to order that pizza with extra toppings and I have to do it every weekend. I am not trying to die of malnourishment at the ripe old age of 21 here, people.

Alcohol. Again, essential. How are we supposed to take terrible pictures and make bad decisions without the help of our beloved cheap vodka. Don't hold back, ladies. We are young, in college, and legal, it's all about the memories.

Coffee. We all know that there is no way we can survive all-nighters, the morning after the bars, or just daily life without it, and when our friends go, we have to go with them. It's our duty as a friend and we're always trying to be the best friend we can be.

Clothes. How are we supposed to go out every weekend if we don't have enough clothes to choose from? I am not about that outfit repeating life. Ha. Who are we kidding? I'm, well…broke. Sure, I can shop one of the 80 other closets in my house, but when I cannot find something to wear in my own closet I have to take the time to shop these other closets and that can make me late. Being late is a terrible habit to have and I am always trying to better myself. We all are, right? It just makes sense to shell out a few dollars every once in awhile so I can be the best version of myself.

Crafts. We are sorority girls; it's what we do. we do a lot of it, and we do it well. Enough said.