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  <updated>2005-11-09T17:32:14Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brittany_mclstr:3667</id>
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    <title>All good things...</title>
    <published>2005-11-09T17:32:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-09T17:32:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Donnas - 40 Boys in 40 Nights</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Dad called.  Told me that he had been borrowing money from his company.  I know he had every intention of paying it back, though.  Apparently, his company doesn't see it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad lost his job and is getting sued.  Daddy called me this morning and told me the news.  Told me that he can't afford to support me anymore.  Said that I needed to take this semester off and help sort out the family assets.  I cannot believe him!?!  And right before the BIG dance?  This sucks.  Royally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I am dropping out and letting Liz, Grae and Peyton take over.  I haven't told them.  Guess they'll figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I WILL BE BACK.  This will be done.  I WILL BECOME A GOD!  PROMISE...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brittany_mclstr:3081</id>
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    <title>Rush Party</title>
    <published>2005-10-02T16:19:46Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Stupid rush party is tonight.  Well, I wouldn't necessarily say party because it isn't one.  All the little pledges come by, we act all sweet and normal and then they leave (hopefully).  I am hoping those brats have eaten the suckers by now...</content>
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    <title>Easy as giving candy to a baby</title>
    <published>2005-09-09T14:20:49Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Ugh.  School has started.  It is enough to make me sick.  And it seems as if every freshman within a 500 mile range is here.  I walk down the halls discusted.  Then my mind reminds me "Be nice, Brittany!  Wear a smile, Brittany!  Gotta get the new pledges, Brittany!"  Discusts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've got something for the new pledges.  Something sweet.  Something that they probably didn't think little Miss sorority girl Brittany could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls and I are handing them out today in the student union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fight the urge to unleash a Cinderella-Wicked-Step-Mother laugh.  This is gonna be gorgeous.</content>
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    <title>Jet Lag</title>
    <published>2005-08-28T23:35:14Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Just got in from England.  Had to go to this smelly, old church to get this even older red necklace thingy.  Kinda cute actually.  I totally have this red dress that would look great with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gonna meet up with Grae, Liz and Payton later at the Bronze.  Definately not up to hanging with kids, but we hopefully wont stay long.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brittany_mclstr:1326</id>
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    <title>Lookin' for a few good girls...</title>
    <published>2005-08-12T01:21:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-12T01:22:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jessica Simpson - These Boots Are Made For Walkin'</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Didn't want to get up today, but had to.  Hafta go to campus to recruit.  Wish Grae, Peyton and Liz were here so I could make them do this, but they are still outta town.  It sucks, but I'll deal.  Hafta have a high turn out this year.  Gotta have a lot of pledges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least that's what she said anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just got dressed in my best kinda slutty, but kinda professional outfit so I can impress the girls with the whole "we aren't your typical brain dead bimbo sorority we change things and make our campus better" routine and impress the guys with the whole cleavage and tight clothes bit.  I cleverly smile to myself.  I truly am evil...</content>
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    <title>Psychotic Psychic</title>
    <published>2005-08-09T14:21:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-09T14:28:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Britney Spears - Do Somethin'</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I cannot believe that it's f-ing nine in the morning, and I'm already awake.  A sorority girl's work is never done... I guess... and the decorations for the luau party and the first few nights of rush aren't gonna buy themselves.  And the fact that the psychic last night scared the crap outta me.  Said I was part of something.  Said I'd be the one.  Said a lot of things about prophecies, and hell, and gods.  Kinda sparked my interests, aside from totally freaking me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll look into this.  Actually, who am I kidding.  I'll get that geek at the library to look into this.  See if it's anything I should pursue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If what that psychic said last night was true, I've got to start gathering artifacts.  Guess that's what the pledges are for.  I knew this president thing would be fun!</content>
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    <title>School's Back With a Vengence</title>
    <published>2005-08-09T02:56:04Z</published>
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    <lj:music>The Pussycat Dolls - Don't Cha</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Damn.  School's startin' again.  It's like a party just got started, and I'm already wakin' up with a hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...speaking of party, there must be a few good ones this week...must make a note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, school's back.  This year will be better than usual.  I am a senior, at a really good school.  I've got three of the best friends/enemies a girl can have.  And last but definately not least, this year I am president of my sorority, which if I may add is a drastic improvement since last year's president, Bitchy McBitch Lisa Rowgan.  Should have had her maimed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited about this years rush.  I'm sure the gals and I will make this fun on the little shits coming in this year.  Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going with the gals tonight to a psychic.  I totally don't believe a word of that shit, but then again, it's something to do other than prepping for school.</content>
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