<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:48:46.378-05:00</updated><category term='ocean'/><category term='dad'/><category term='Twitter'/><category term='domains'/><category term='Erica Taylor'/><category term='Vaseline'/><category term='Sphere'/><category term='funny'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='Cosi'/><category term='Natalie'/><category term='Brooklyn Flea'/><category term='advertisments'/><category term='books'/><category term='beach'/><category term='death'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='change'/><category term='Sarah Brown'/><category term='advertising'/><category term='whales'/><category term='WNCW'/><category term='cheesecake'/><category term='House'/><category term='kittens'/><category term='raft'/><category term='misery'/><category term='home'/><category term='bike'/><category term='Harry'/><category term='beautiful'/><category term='breakthrough'/><category term='summer'/><category term='spring break'/><category term='portfolio'/><category term='Dan'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='Fisher-Price'/><category term='celebrity'/><category term='classes'/><category term='video'/><category term='rice-krispy treats'/><category term='mom'/><category term='frustration'/><category term='adorable'/><category term='senior year'/><category term='review'/><category term='wind'/><category term='sleepy'/><category term='StumbleUpon'/><category term='peace'/><category term='glue'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Frogger'/><category term='migraine'/><category term='donna'/><category term='Sex and the City'/><category term='dooce'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='Watchmen'/><category term='transformation'/><category term='roots'/><category term='robots'/><category term='dream'/><category term='depression'/><category term='marshmallow'/><category term='Sarah M'/><category term='networking'/><category term='Nicole'/><category term='bees'/><category term='life'/><category term='jewelry'/><category term='falling'/><category term='movie'/><category term='flying'/><category term='Stay-Puff'/><category term='Imitrex'/><category term='alcohol'/><category term='interview'/><category term='cilantro'/><category term='mermaid'/><category term='delicious'/><category term='buzzed'/><category term='Huey Lewis'/><category term='hot'/><category term='horses'/><category term='social media'/><category term='Loreena McKennitt'/><category term='soulmate'/><category term='cat'/><category term='hilarious'/><category term='love'/><category term='tree'/><category term='fathers'/><title type='text'>Malia</title><subtitle type='html'>The random thoughts of a girl living in NYC.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-2089560992862221579</id><published>2009-11-22T22:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:42:31.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life after Pratt...half a year after, actually..wow.</title><content type='html'>So...it's been a lot longer than I thought since I posted last. Anywho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still sending out applications (not as many as I should..) but at least I have a paying job for now at the Bulletin. I've been their Community News Editor for the past few months and I just got offered 40 hours a week plus benefits, which is good since my insurance runs out at the end of the year. And...it will let me pay my loans each month, which is no small thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really glad that I went to Pratt, because I wouldn't have met so many awesome people and learned so many incredible things and been in NYC....but....sometimes (read: now that I've gotten my loan bills) I wonder whether I would have gone to an instate school instead. *sigh* Oh well, it is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I don't have to pay rent right now, but I wish I had my own place. I'm really lucky that my family and I get along really well, so it's not torture. But....I obviously would like to have my own place. I wouldn't be able to pay my loan bills AND rent right now, so it's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, being in Tryon, there are not too many guys - or young people at all for that matter. So, another reason it'd be nice to move just a little bit farther away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and apparently, mentioning 'dinosaurs' in one post = stupid ads about them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-2089560992862221579?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/2089560992862221579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=2089560992862221579' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/2089560992862221579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/2089560992862221579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-after-pratthalf-year-after.html' title='Life after Pratt...half a year after, actually..wow.'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-2367692313867883874</id><published>2009-09-03T23:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T00:01:34.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Packaging</title><content type='html'>I was surfing around online today and I came across this &lt;a href="http://www.smashingmagazine.com/2008/06/02/beautiful-and-expressive-packaging-design/"&gt;neat article&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.smashingmagazine.com/"&gt;smashingmagazine.com&lt;/a&gt; showcasing interesting/nicely designed packages. I thought it was pretty cool. Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.smashingmagazine.com/2008/06/02/beautiful-and-expressive-packaging-design/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SqCQo7uWtwI/AAAAAAAAAIY/7JzA7VKHnLo/s400/4-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377456987981657858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.smashingmagazine.com/2008/06/02/beautiful-and-expressive-packaging-design/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SqCQpWIp_QI/AAAAAAAAAIg/rz_qoT3nmns/s400/74.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377456995071294722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-2367692313867883874?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/2367692313867883874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=2367692313867883874' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/2367692313867883874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/2367692313867883874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/09/interesting-packaging.html' title='Interesting Packaging'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SqCQo7uWtwI/AAAAAAAAAIY/7JzA7VKHnLo/s72-c/4-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-4868732146001408479</id><published>2009-08-27T22:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:43:27.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NOOOOOO!!! The only good dino is a..... there is no good dino*</title><content type='html'>NOOO! &lt;a href="http://www.physorg.com/news170426405.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; must not happen!! EVER. Dinosaurs are gone for a reason. Because they're scary as fuck. That's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the heads up &lt;a href="http://lobesity.blogspot.com"&gt;Mon&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(Really, I'm only terrified of the meat-eating, horribly terrifying dinosaurs. The veggisauruses are ok...mostly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-4868732146001408479?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/4868732146001408479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=4868732146001408479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/4868732146001408479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/4868732146001408479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/08/noooooo-only-good-dino-is-there-is-no.html' title='NOOOOOO!!! The only good dino is a..... there is no good dino*'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-8071100816618800601</id><published>2009-08-20T22:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:56:50.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bacon Flow Chart</title><content type='html'>My sister found this and sent it to me. I immediately thought of &lt;a href="http://lobesity.blogspot.com"&gt;Mon&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nakidness.com/images/funny/products/food/bacon_flowchart/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/So4MgYGVXEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/y1w-uBFzEp4/s400/bacon_flowchart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372245155863944258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-8071100816618800601?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/8071100816618800601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=8071100816618800601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/8071100816618800601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/8071100816618800601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/08/bacon-flow-chart.html' title='Bacon Flow Chart'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/So4MgYGVXEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/y1w-uBFzEp4/s72-c/bacon_flowchart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-6625577193976219099</id><published>2009-08-19T21:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:55:39.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Shoes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SoysnAHW9rI/AAAAAAAAAII/p3a2SZf57cM/s1600-h/NewShoes081909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SoysnAHW9rI/AAAAAAAAAII/p3a2SZf57cM/s400/NewShoes081909.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371858241591899826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so bringing these shoes to NYC next month. Gotta love $9 shoes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-6625577193976219099?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/6625577193976219099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=6625577193976219099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/6625577193976219099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/6625577193976219099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-shoes.html' title='New Shoes!'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SoysnAHW9rI/AAAAAAAAAII/p3a2SZf57cM/s72-c/NewShoes081909.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-1330275605974877186</id><published>2009-08-19T21:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:45:22.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE PEACHES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-1330275605974877186?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/1330275605974877186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=1330275605974877186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/1330275605974877186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/1330275605974877186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-peaches.html' title=''/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-1405404459500382206</id><published>2009-08-06T14:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T14:51:49.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nija killers</title><content type='html'>Came across this hilarious sign while on &lt;a href="http://www.vagabondish.com/"&gt;Vagabondish.com:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SnsmE8J4v5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/lVPhj3N9jek/s1600-h/sign-father-killed-by-ninjas-414908896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SnsmE8J4v5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/lVPhj3N9jek/s400/sign-father-killed-by-ninjas-414908896.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366925247251005330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-1405404459500382206?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/1405404459500382206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=1405404459500382206' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/1405404459500382206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/1405404459500382206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/08/nija-killers.html' title='Nija killers'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SnsmE8J4v5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/lVPhj3N9jek/s72-c/sign-father-killed-by-ninjas-414908896.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-8491133636999980609</id><published>2009-08-05T23:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:24:50.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pencilmation #7: Malice in Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NFVH1Ym8mHU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NFVH1Ym8mHU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shar.es/E1Mz"&gt;Pencilmation #7: Malice in Wonderland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pretty sweet animation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted using &lt;a href="http://sharethis.com/"&gt;ShareThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-8491133636999980609?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/8491133636999980609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=8491133636999980609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/8491133636999980609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/8491133636999980609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/08/pencilmation-7-malice-in-wonderland.html' title='Pencilmation #7: Malice in Wonderland'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-4749936888729627173</id><published>2009-07-29T15:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:26:16.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Talenti = Delizioso</title><content type='html'>So I recently bought some &lt;a href="http://www.talentigelato.com/"&gt;Talenti Sorbetto&lt;/a&gt; - in Roman Raspberry. It was DELICIOUS. The packaging is also really beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.talentigelato.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SnChOSNpSwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MfCC2W93JsM/s400/talenti1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363964422977571586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-4749936888729627173?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/4749936888729627173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=4749936888729627173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/4749936888729627173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/4749936888729627173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/07/talenti-delizioso.html' title='Talenti = Delizioso'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SnChOSNpSwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MfCC2W93JsM/s72-c/talenti1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-8680364093539664253</id><published>2009-07-27T13:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T14:01:30.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitties!</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to post these pictures of the kitties, Bartok and Cassie, for a while. So, here they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/Sm3p5L7NB9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GgeaROQY5xo/s1600-h/_MG_3535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/Sm3p5L7NB9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GgeaROQY5xo/s400/_MG_3535.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363199899931051986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/Sm3p49MzdsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/FTxqK3ZFKk0/s1600-h/_MG_3532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/Sm3p49MzdsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/FTxqK3ZFKk0/s400/_MG_3532.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363199895978342082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/Sm3p55j0AdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/5_3ssx7X0tg/s1600-h/_MG_3558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/Sm3p55j0AdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/5_3ssx7X0tg/s400/_MG_3558.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363199912180974034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/Sm3p5nYnL8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/b2bqwHzNUuU/s1600-h/_MG_3557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/Sm3p5nYnL8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/b2bqwHzNUuU/s400/_MG_3557.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363199907302158274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/Sm3p5SoigrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/TPj_RWO5a7U/s1600-h/_MG_3553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/Sm3p5SoigrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/TPj_RWO5a7U/s400/_MG_3553.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363199901731816114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've been getting so big! I was reminded of this this past weekend when I got to play with Sarah's new kittie, Dylan, all weekend! He's only 7 weeks old and is sooo cute! But I unfortunately didn't get any pictures of him. :( Or any pictures of this past weekend, for that matter. When I get them from Sarah I will share some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-8680364093539664253?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/8680364093539664253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=8680364093539664253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/8680364093539664253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/8680364093539664253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/07/kitties.html' title='Kitties!'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/Sm3p5L7NB9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GgeaROQY5xo/s72-c/_MG_3535.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-3994941351985950235</id><published>2009-07-15T23:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:50:42.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to set my Brains on Fire!</title><content type='html'>So Les Mis is over and done with. The kids did a fantastic job, although it made me feel super old...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of the whole cast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/Sl6hBo91M1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/h-3cnr4BDiY/s1600-h/5811_226119950537_884655537_7568856_1978060_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/Sl6hBo91M1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/h-3cnr4BDiY/s400/5811_226119950537_884655537_7568856_1978060_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358897656166167378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a close up of one of the scenes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/Sl6hByWqyvI/AAAAAAAAAHA/q0ut1LFaktQ/s1600-h/LesMis1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/Sl6hByWqyvI/AAAAAAAAAHA/q0ut1LFaktQ/s400/LesMis1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358897658686262002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Jamie played a boy through most of the play)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, it's been a pretty busy week so far. It's only Wednesday, and I've already traveled to Greensboro, NC (about 3 hours away), Greenville, SC (1 hour away), and Atlanta, GA (3 hours) to interview with people. Unfortunately, no jobs at any of these places, but it's comforting to know that they really like my work and want to meet with me and hopefully will think of me if they end up needing someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite place so far is &lt;a href="http://www.brainsonfire.com/"&gt;Brains on Fire&lt;/a&gt;. It's an awesome marketing/brand development company (really, you should check out the site - it'll explain it better than me - plus, it's awesome) in Greenville, SC. My dad actually was one of the architects who helped design the space that they're in. The people there were super friendly and really seemed to like my work. The woman I met with, &lt;a href="http://www.brainsonfire.com/people.aspx?id=26,8"&gt;Megan Byrd&lt;/a&gt;, introduced me to everyone there and raved about my 'awesome work' and was just all-around a fun, nice person who put me at ease. I hope they start hiring soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-3994941351985950235?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/3994941351985950235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=3994941351985950235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/3994941351985950235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/3994941351985950235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-to-set-my-brains-on-fire.html' title='I want to set my Brains on Fire!'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/Sl6hBo91M1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/h-3cnr4BDiY/s72-c/5811_226119950537_884655537_7568856_1978060_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-1378550777953787181</id><published>2009-07-06T11:36:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:03:02.155-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>As &lt;a href="http://lobesity.blogspot.com"&gt;Monica&lt;/a&gt; pointed out, I have dropped off the face of the earth, social-media-wise. I can't really give much of an excuse for it, but I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAN&lt;/span&gt; catch you up on what I've been up to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SlIaZFSdgKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/BxQ_C9ZZOYU/s1600-h/5609_209586145623_562830623_7800982_844776_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SlIaZFSdgKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/BxQ_C9ZZOYU/s400/5609_209586145623_562830623_7800982_844776_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355371925115601058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This monstrosity has taken over my weekends. I had to beg my Dad to go down to visit my aunt with my mom and uncle and spend 4th of July on the lake with them. Jamie had to stay in order for me to go. He's a slave driver. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SlIcvaB6t_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/IJfxtSmJSF4/s1600-h/5609_209545680623_562830623_7799946_6641717_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SlIcvaB6t_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/IJfxtSmJSF4/s400/5609_209545680623_562830623_7799946_6641717_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355374507663734770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's me (plus part of the camera strap) working on the shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SlIc9YH28SI/AAAAAAAAAGo/QmScDeighYU/s1600-h/5609_209545695623_562830623_7799949_6025835_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SlIc9YH28SI/AAAAAAAAAGo/QmScDeighYU/s400/5609_209545695623_562830623_7799949_6025835_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355374747669950754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And another of me and my wide ass working on putting the I beams up over the garage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you are looking at is the shop my Dad has been planning on building for my entire life - for the past 22 years. So the fact that it is finally being started is pretty incredible. We've been working on it every weekend for the past 3 weekends - starting on Friday at 8am and working till around 6-7pm. Then we do the same thing Saturday and Sunday. And rinse and repeat. I have the weirdest tan lines now and I think I'm slowly getting stronger. Construction is not my strong suit. Jamie, however, is in her element. She's learning a ton and actually enjoys it. Not that she wants to do it for a living or anything, but she's much better than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's how I spend my weekends. I have to beg to get out and do something different - and it usually doesn't get o.k.'d. :( (minus Nicole's wedding weekend - I will post pictures when I get some from Nicole)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weeks are spent sending out applications for jobs, occasionally working at the Bulletin, and catching up on my reading. :) Next week I have a few interviews, (most just to meet people - only one possible job :( ) But even that is alright. The more people I meet, the more people I know and hopefully some will think of me when they do have openings. I'll probably stay down in the Southeast, but would not say no to a job in NYC. I've really been enjoying being back, even if I get lonely and would like to have my own place. For now, it's cheap and I'm saving money to get started on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also helping out backstage for our summer show, Les Miserables. Jamie has a few small parts in it. It's been nice to be back in the theater, but strange that I'm now too old to be in the summer shows. All of the kids are about 17-18 or younger - I think the oldest guy is 20. I feel like an old woman, even though I'm only 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  social/romantic life is at an all time low. Nicole is the only friend who has stuck around PC and we don't see each other all the time, probably about once a week to at least get lunch. And as for guys, well, let's just say Polk County isn't the best place to meet someone. The fish aren't biting - hell, I don't even see a pond. Oh well, things will look up in that respect eventually. On the bright side, I'm saving money not going out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what's going on with me lately. I will really try and keep updating this thing more often! And I will try and take more pictures. You can find more construction pictures if you wish on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#/album.php?aid=281492&amp;amp;id=562830623"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; (i'm not sure that link will work, but if you're friends with Donna Everett, you can see them there)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-1378550777953787181?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/1378550777953787181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=1378550777953787181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/1378550777953787181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/1378550777953787181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/07/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SlIaZFSdgKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/BxQ_C9ZZOYU/s72-c/5609_209586145623_562830623_7800982_844776_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-3453951012069097949</id><published>2009-06-07T13:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:39:09.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More weird dreams</title><content type='html'>So - let's get this out of the way first: I am still alive. I didn't go down to NC and die. Don't forget about me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will discuss what's been going on with me in a later post, I promise. However, this one is for the weird-ass dreams I had last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dream 1 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was very 'Fringe'-esque. I wasn't actually in it, but observing it like a movie. There was a guy, and it was the middle of the night. He had some weird paranormal thing that was about to happen to him, like he was hypnotized and then would explode at the end for some reason. Something to do with a remote car key lock thingy. I think he was supposed to go downstairs, go outside to his car, and hit the key thing and explode. No idea why. So anyway, he starts downstairs, gets outside and there are zombies. Not tons and tons, like you'd expect, but even one zombie is too many (in my opinion). So, he has to avoid the zombies, and suddenly these non-zombie guys run up to him and start punching him for no reason. So, he gets in this awesome fist-fight with them, beats the shit out of them, and makes his way to his car, where he finds the remote key thing and blows up in an epically awesome explosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then wake up from this dream, and go back to sleep to have this dream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dream 2 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's very short and I don't remember everything. I was at Pratt and Obama was giving a lecture. It was my last night at Pratt and my friend Dan texted me wanting me to go eat - I said no, I was going to watch Obama speak, duh. So anyway, he started speaking, and then it got way informal and he ended up sitting next to me and we started talking about how his daughter's name and mine were the same. Then we watched some children's book turn into a movie in front of our eyes - it was strange. Then, that dream ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dream 3 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a room somewhere, where they were doing some weird scientific experiments on sharks (not in the same way that Deep Blue Sea does). In the middle of this room, on a table, was a giant square of ocean - it looked and moved like jello, and was completely self-contained. Because of this, you could lean down and look through the sides of the 'ocean' and see all of the creatures. However, they could also reach out of the 'ocean' and kill you. So, you didn't want to get too close to where a stingray was or his tail might whip out and kill you. There were other people all around working on other various scientific things, and since I had no idea what any of it was, I just tried to look busy so I wouldn't have to do anything. There was a girl who was a fashion designer. Apparently the dance known as the Rumba which had been lost for centuries but was said to have some magical properties (this dance is not lost, it is actually a well-known dance - why it was in my dreams I have no idea). This girl was making an intense necklace that would hopefully harness some power from the dance and let the wearer be capable of dancing the Rumba and thereby having control over the ocean. Very strange. Then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how many of you actually read those, but I just wanted to get them out of my head and in writing. I will try and be back soon to catch you all up on my life, such that it is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone in Bklyn and can't wait to see y'all again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-3453951012069097949?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/3453951012069097949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=3453951012069097949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/3453951012069097949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/3453951012069097949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-weird-dreams.html' title='More weird dreams'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-4905119089229654668</id><published>2009-05-17T23:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:34:59.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hm. How life changes.</title><content type='html'>So, after tons and tons of stress, fruitless apartment hunting and everything else that was going on, I've decided that I am actually going to go back home after graduation. I know that many people will be upset or saddened by this news (at least I hope ;) ) but I really have given it a lot of thought. New York is awesome, (mostly) but I just don't think at this point that it is a financially viable option for me. Without an IMMEDIATE job that would pay me NOW, I can't afford rent. After crunching numbers all weekend, I've realized that I would have to work completely full time at a job I could get now, like Barnes &amp; Noble, Forever 21, etc., to even possibly pay living expenses. And even then I'm not sure if it would work. I'm just afraid that if I have to focus so much on just surviving, I would get distracted from my ultimate goal of advertising - the thing that I just spent 4 years studying and getting a degree in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be an emotional couple of months - hell, it already has been. I feel like my life has been turned upside down the last few months and I am so happy to at least have a plan. One that doesn't cost me a ton. I am going to miss everyone in New York SO MUCH!! :( That is THE biggest thing that makes this hard - people already know that I'm not that fond of NYC in general, but the incredible friends that I've made here have given it a special place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we will rock graduation, and have a KICK-ASS time tomorrow night!!! And, I will visit - so this isn't goodbye! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all of you!! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-4905119089229654668?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/4905119089229654668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=4905119089229654668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/4905119089229654668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/4905119089229654668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/05/hm-how-life-changes.html' title='Hm. How life changes.'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-4722263625992737714</id><published>2009-05-12T01:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T01:06:51.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?</title><content type='html'>So...I'm pretty confused. I just don't get it..... :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-4722263625992737714?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/4722263625992737714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=4722263625992737714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/4722263625992737714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/4722263625992737714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/05/wtf.html' title='WTF?'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-5110467666265231841</id><published>2009-05-09T22:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:25:25.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't died! And...go see StarTrek!!</title><content type='html'>Whew, I kinda dropped off the face of the earth for a bit there. My final survey is finished and I've been recuperating the rest of the week. The only thing between me and graduation is this stupid essay I have to write for my Ethics class. I have no more classes - EVER (unless I go back to school, which is not likely for a while, if ever), but this paper is hanging over my head like a brick. 10 pages about Hobbes, Rousseau, and Kant's views on animal rights. Bleh. Oh well, I need this class to graduate, so I'll suck it up and write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way, I WANT TO SEE THE STAR TREK MOVIE AGAIN! Yes, it was that awesome. :) You should totally go see it! I'm not really a Trekkie, but I could definitely get into it, and even if you are, my friend who is way more into it than I am said that it was still awesome and that they snuck in awesome references and stuff. So, everyone wins! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-5110467666265231841?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/5110467666265231841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=5110467666265231841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/5110467666265231841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/5110467666265231841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-havent-died-andgo-see-startrek.html' title='I haven&apos;t died! And...go see StarTrek!!'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-7088794309742915413</id><published>2009-04-21T11:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:37:08.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Wonderful Ahhnold Video</title><content type='html'>Eric sent me this link the other night, and it killed me. Oh, I love Ahhnold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://eeuauaughhhuauaahh.ytmnd.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ahhnold go crazy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-7088794309742915413?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/7088794309742915413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=7088794309742915413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/7088794309742915413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/7088794309742915413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-wonderful-ahhnold-video.html' title='Another Wonderful Ahhnold Video'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-6163456730696257918</id><published>2009-04-20T17:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:07:21.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twittergirl Video!!</title><content type='html'>Yay! The &lt;a href="http://twittergirlnyc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Twittergirl&lt;/a&gt; video is up! I had so much fun filming this with the girls! Please pass this link on! Hurrah for social media! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zjEV05fj04Q&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zjEV05fj04Q&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/sophiedupin"&gt;@sophiedupin&lt;/a&gt; - Twittergirl/lead singer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/lobese"&gt;@lobese&lt;/a&gt; - Twittergirl dancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/maliaf"&gt;@maliaf&lt;/a&gt; - Twittergirl dancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/alexanderaugust"&gt;@alexanderaugust&lt;/a&gt; - Photographer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-6163456730696257918?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/6163456730696257918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=6163456730696257918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/6163456730696257918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/6163456730696257918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/04/twittergirl-video.html' title='Twittergirl Video!!'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-1890415288733805551</id><published>2009-04-19T20:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:58:21.454-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cilantro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delicious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soulmate'/><title type='text'>Fuck Yeah, Cilantro! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>I think I found my soul mate. &lt;a href="http://lobesity.blogspot.com"&gt;Mon&lt;/a&gt; and I discovered an awesome site yesterday: &lt;a href="http://fuckyeahcilantro.tumblr.com/"&gt;Fuck Yeah, Cilantro&lt;/a&gt; I think this guy and I were meant to be together...I LOVE cilantro! I used to hate it when I was younger, but I stopped being stupid. Thank God. Life wouldn't be the same without the metallic twang of cilantro making everything more delicious...more incredible...more intense....more....*drool*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-1890415288733805551?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/1890415288733805551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=1890415288733805551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/1890415288733805551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/1890415288733805551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/04/fuck-yeah-cilantro.html' title='Fuck Yeah, Cilantro! &amp;lt;3'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-909005495320654536</id><published>2009-04-14T23:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:22:10.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Incredible Stop-Motion Piece</title><content type='html'>I have always loved stop-motion. A lot of my favorite projects of mine are stop-motion pieces. So, it's no surprise that I LOVE this piece:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rmkLlVzUBn4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rmkLlVzUBn4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, &lt;a href="http://lobesity.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mon&lt;/a&gt; (and Twitter!) for showing it to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-909005495320654536?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/909005495320654536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=909005495320654536' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/909005495320654536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/909005495320654536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/04/incredible-stop-motion-piece.html' title='Incredible Stop-Motion Piece'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-3929397082478851961</id><published>2009-04-09T23:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:26:25.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Media Saves the Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/Sd7EIN9ftCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RwmCmBiSMU8/s1600-h/facebook_pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/Sd7EIN9ftCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RwmCmBiSMU8/s400/facebook_pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322907455064093730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt; So this girl went to a bar after work with her laptop. This guy who was hanging around was kinda creeping her out and making moves toward her phone, but she ignored him. He left and then when she decided to leave, she realized her bag was gone. Realizing that it was probably that guy, she went and asked the bartender if he knew his name - he did (because he paid with a credit card). She filed a police report but then decided to do some sleuthing of her own. She tracked him down on facebook and learned about him. Then, through some Googling, she found out where he lived. Having come to the conclusion that the guy wasn't dangerous, she and a friend decided to go to his apartment and confront him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Once in his building, she talked her way up to his apartment and confronted him. He was so drunk he didn't even know what he'd done and she got her stuff back! The next day she friended him on Facebook and he didn't even remember any of it! Unbelievable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurrah for social media! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the whole story &lt;a href="http://www.mediabistro.com/agencyspy/on/addie_uses_facebook_to_bust_drunken_thief_113473.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. (From &lt;a href="http://www.mediabistro.com/"&gt;Mediabistro.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-3929397082478851961?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/3929397082478851961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=3929397082478851961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/3929397082478851961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/3929397082478851961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/04/social-media-saves-day.html' title='Social Media Saves the Day!'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/Sd7EIN9ftCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RwmCmBiSMU8/s72-c/facebook_pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-4263943549091665109</id><published>2009-04-07T15:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T15:20:59.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgusting Ads</title><content type='html'>So, I saw these ads on Twitter through &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/the_gman"&gt;the_gman&lt;/a&gt;. Some of them are pretty disgusting, and others I don't quite understand why they're on this list. Check it out: &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/the_gman"&gt;Disturbing ads.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SdunRy2L64I/AAAAAAAAAGI/W-cRBSKEFNY/s1600-h/scary9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SdunRy2L64I/AAAAAAAAAGI/W-cRBSKEFNY/s400/scary9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322031308817034114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-4263943549091665109?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/4263943549091665109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=4263943549091665109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/4263943549091665109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/4263943549091665109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/04/disgusting-ads.html' title='Disgusting Ads'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SdunRy2L64I/AAAAAAAAAGI/W-cRBSKEFNY/s72-c/scary9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-2987217270415120787</id><published>2009-04-07T14:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:53:11.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid loans</title><content type='html'>So, as much as I am dying to get out of here.....I REALLY DON'T WANT TO START PAYING BACK MY LOANS!!!!! Where's a sugardaddy when you need one?? Accepting applications now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-2987217270415120787?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/2987217270415120787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=2987217270415120787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/2987217270415120787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/2987217270415120787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/04/stupid-loans.html' title='Stupid loans'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-3316120628503776696</id><published>2009-04-06T14:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T14:47:20.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pillow fight!</title><content type='html'>"Demonstrators protested on over Wall Street bail outs on Saturday after noon. The Demonstrators staged a huge pillow in the heart of Wall Street on Saturday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pillows and goose feathers were flying all over, as the crowd of about 1500 pelted each other with pillows." - &lt;a href="http://www.ireport.com/docs/DOC-239796"&gt;CNN iReport&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="370" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.ireport.com/themes/custom/resources/swfplayer/mediaplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="height=370&amp;amp;width=448&amp;amp;autostart=false&amp;amp;autoscroll=false&amp;amp;showstop=false&amp;amp;showicons=false&amp;amp;showdigits=total&amp;amp;controlbar=34&amp;amp;backcolor=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;screencolor=0x000000&amp;amp;frontcolor=0xDEDEDE&amp;amp;lightcolor=0x00A2FF&amp;amp;logo=http%3A//www.ireport.com/themes/custom/resources/swfplayer/data/images/ireport_wm.gif&amp;amp;file=http%3A//ht.cdn.turner.com/ireport/big/prod/2009/04/04/WE00238113/464750/Anon1238879226-WallStreetPillowFight280644.flv&amp;amp;image=http%3A//i.cdn.turner.com/ireport/sm/prod/2009/04/04/WE00238113/464750/Anon1238879226-WallStreetPillowFight280644_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.ireport.com/themes/custom/resources/swfplayer/mediaplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" menu="false" flashvars="height=370&amp;amp;width=448&amp;amp;autostart=false&amp;amp;autoscroll=false&amp;amp;showstop=false&amp;amp;showicons=false&amp;amp;showdigits=total&amp;amp;controlbar=34&amp;amp;backcolor=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;screencolor=0x000000&amp;amp;frontcolor=0xDEDEDE&amp;amp;lightcolor=0x00A2FF&amp;amp;logo=http%3A//www.ireport.com/themes/custom/resources/swfplayer/data/images/ireport_wm.gif&amp;amp;file=http%3A//ht.cdn.turner.com/ireport/big/prod/2009/04/04/WE00238113/464750/Anon1238879226-WallStreetPillowFight280644.flv&amp;amp;image=http%3A//i.cdn.turner.com/ireport/sm/prod/2009/04/04/WE00238113/464750/Anon1238879226-WallStreetPillowFight280644_lg.jpg" height="370" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for a peaceful demonstration! I particularly like imagining feathers flying everywhere downtown. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-3316120628503776696?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/3316120628503776696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=3316120628503776696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/3316120628503776696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/3316120628503776696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/04/pillow-fight.html' title='Pillow fight!'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-2094635420555170765</id><published>2009-04-05T14:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:00:51.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Chair Collective</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I came across a blog through Facebook that was put together by a few of my fellow Pratt kids: &lt;a href="http://blue-chair-collective.blogspot.com/"&gt;the blue chair collective&lt;/a&gt;. It's pretty sweet! Basically, it's a collection of pieces that each of the members is working on and works-in-progress. I'm liking the work guys! Keep it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blue-chair-collective.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/Sdj_rlK4knI/AAAAAAAAAGA/O7XKvGR21Jo/s400/bluechair_banner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321284083915461234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-2094635420555170765?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/2094635420555170765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=2094635420555170765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/2094635420555170765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/2094635420555170765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/04/blue-chair-collective.html' title='Blue Chair Collective'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/Sdj_rlK4knI/AAAAAAAAAGA/O7XKvGR21Jo/s72-c/bluechair_banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-564934913561255178</id><published>2009-04-04T21:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:54:16.138-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Embroidery? Sweet!</title><content type='html'>So another month has come and gone. Time keeps moving...ticking closer and closer to graduation..aaah! While I'm frantically trying to get ready for the end of my school career, things are good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on Twitter earlier and came across something pretty sweet through &lt;a href="twitter.com/guykawasaki"&gt;Guy Kawasaki&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U3ZqjufDWBY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U3ZqjufDWBY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did they do this? I'm curious..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-564934913561255178?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/564934913561255178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=564934913561255178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/564934913561255178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/564934913561255178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/04/embroidery-sweet.html' title='Embroidery? Sweet!'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-6965694053972018914</id><published>2009-03-29T19:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:04:40.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My deep love for Ahhnold.</title><content type='html'>As many of my friends know, I have a weird thing for Arnold Schwarzenegger. I love all of his movies and just for some reason love him as an actor. I think he totally gets that his movies and acting are ridiculous and totally plays it up! He makes fun of himself in his movies - I mean, haven't you seen &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0107362/"&gt;Last Action Hero&lt;/a&gt;? Completely making fun of the types of movies Arnold's in. Love it! I blame this &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;obsession&lt;/span&gt; love on my dad. Growing up, many Saturday nights were spent eating dinner around the coffee table in the living room, watching Arnold movies. Hell, we still do that. So I'm dedicating the following video to my dad. :) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks Mike for showing me the video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/2111152/the_schwarzenegger_conspiracy_deadliest_cover_up_ever.swf" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/2111152/the_schwarzenegger_conspiracy_deadliest_cover_up_ever/"&gt;The Schwarzenegger Conspiracy: Deadliest Cover Up Ever - video powered by Metacafe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-6965694053972018914?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/6965694053972018914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=6965694053972018914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/6965694053972018914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/6965694053972018914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-deep-love-for-ahhnold.html' title='My deep love for Ahhnold.'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-4508933610815663053</id><published>2009-03-29T19:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:38:53.667-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='networking'/><title type='text'>The importance (and awesomeness) of networking.</title><content type='html'>So lately I've really been feeling the benefits of networking. I completely believe that one of the best ways to get a great job is based on who you know. I've recently been talking to an advertising creative who used to work in New York until he got burned out by it (sounds just like how I'm feeling too), moved to Richmond, VA to work at &lt;a href="http://www.martinagency.com/"&gt;The Martin Agency&lt;/a&gt; and is now working at &lt;a href="http://www.bbdoatl.com/"&gt;BBDO&lt;/a&gt; in Atlanta. He is a great person to know and he's been giving me great advice on what to do after graduation. Hopefully I'll also be able to get a few names/recommendations from him too. It is a very good feeling to hear from an actual professional who has worked in some amazing agencies say that my work is great. Ego boost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Donna found out that I was looking into The Martin Agency, she (being from Richmond) called upon her many connections there to see if they had any connections to the agency. Turns out, she has two connections: one of her former students has a friend who works there now, and another former student........is one of the founder's sons! So, maybe something can come from all of these new connections!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finding networking is opening more and more doors for me. Now hopefully it will get me an actual job. :) I really feel like getting out into the real world now! I can't wait to get paid for doing what I love - no more paying to do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-4508933610815663053?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/4508933610815663053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=4508933610815663053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/4508933610815663053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/4508933610815663053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/03/importance-and-awesomeness-of.html' title='The importance (and awesomeness) of networking.'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-4465333263084365437</id><published>2009-03-28T16:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T16:54:52.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally! An easier way to find an apartment!</title><content type='html'>My friend &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/dmasso.blogspot.com"&gt;Dan&lt;/a&gt; showed me a link to an awesome site last night: &lt;a href="http://www.padmapper.com/"&gt;PadMapper&lt;/a&gt;. It's this awesome site that combines Google Maps with Craigslist and shows you a map with apartments on it! :) You can sort by different criteria and see where actual apartments are. It's pretty awesome. Thanks Dan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/Sc6OWk5DMFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VKQ5hNINYuk/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/Sc6OWk5DMFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VKQ5hNINYuk/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318344728482361426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-4465333263084365437?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/4465333263084365437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=4465333263084365437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/4465333263084365437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/4465333263084365437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-easier-way-to-find-apartment.html' title='Finally! An easier way to find an apartment!'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/Sc6OWk5DMFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VKQ5hNINYuk/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-5619835143271238007</id><published>2009-03-26T09:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:15:40.436-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Don't summon the 'Fail Whale'!!</title><content type='html'>Just a quick post before I run to work. Found this on &lt;a href="http://www.imediaconnection.com/"&gt;iMedia Connection.&lt;/a&gt; I thought it was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="342"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://current.com/e/89891774/en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://current.com/e/89891774/en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  width="400" height="342" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Twitter. (if the video doesn't show here, &lt;a href="http://current.com/items/89891774/twouble_with_twitters.htm"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-5619835143271238007?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/5619835143271238007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=5619835143271238007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/5619835143271238007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/5619835143271238007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-summon-fail-whale.html' title='Don&apos;t summon the &apos;Fail Whale&apos;!!'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-8327859435724619675</id><published>2009-03-23T22:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:43:39.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to life.. back to reality.</title><content type='html'>So my last spring break has come and gone. (scary thought) While it was nothing spectacular (meaning, I didn't go anywhere crazy or do anything super exciting), I really enjoyed it. I worked on my portfolio the whole time and I now have a finished book to take with me to interviews. Yay! I will throw up a picture as soon as I take one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on my portfolio this break has completely sucked all interest in school out of me. I am feeling uninspired by projects, simply because I'm looking ahead to what awaits two months from now. To me, that is the most important thing right now. As long as I pass my classes and graduate, I'm happy. My priorities right now are aiming at getting the rest of my interview paraphernalia together and sending out emails and finding a job! It's pretty daunting, but I'm ready to find out what I'm going to be doing, and where. :) Me being me, I like knowing these things in advance so that I can start planning things out. (or worrying, as it usually is with me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely unrelated note, (this one's for you, &lt;a href="http://naturallyfabulousfashion.blogspot.com"&gt;Nat&lt;/a&gt;) I recently was given a lovely birthday gift of some sample sized lip glosses from &lt;a href="http://bootsus.bri-global.com/"&gt;Boots&lt;/a&gt; and I fell in love. One shade in particular was the object of my complete affection and I ended up running to Target over the break to pick up a full size tube of it. Even my mom, who never wears lip gloss because most of them are so sticky, liked it. Score!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-8327859435724619675?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/8327859435724619675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=8327859435724619675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/8327859435724619675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/8327859435724619675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-life-back-to-reality.html' title='Back to life.. back to reality.'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-2169107710105662161</id><published>2009-03-18T18:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T18:42:41.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break sucks desire to post out of me.</title><content type='html'>Whoo. Sorry for the lack of updates lately - you can blame Spring Break for this. :) I'm home and having a wonderful time, basically just working on my portfolio and reading and catching up with Nicole and her wedding plans and house excitement. And, her new puppy! (I wanted to show a picture, but my cell phone erased it. :( Oh well. Trust me, he's cute.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else to say, but I'll be back to more regular posts next week - hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your spring breaks all you Pratt kids, and have a good week everyone else!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-2169107710105662161?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/2169107710105662161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=2169107710105662161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/2169107710105662161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/2169107710105662161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break-sucks-desire-to-post-out.html' title='Spring Break sucks desire to post out of me.'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-1149756804717380092</id><published>2009-03-09T21:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:06:16.156-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying'/><title type='text'>Fun beginning to spring break!</title><content type='html'>Yay! My mom is coming up this weekend! :D An old family friend is coming into town. :) Then, we're flying home together for spring break! I'm excited to have someone to fly with! I've always flown alone, and while that's fine, it's also awesome to have someone to go with. So excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to homework. Yippie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-1149756804717380092?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/1149756804717380092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=1149756804717380092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/1149756804717380092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/1149756804717380092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/03/yay-my-mom-is-coming-up-this-weekend-d.html' title='Fun beginning to spring break!'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-9122705666392556784</id><published>2009-03-07T00:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T00:28:23.374-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watchmen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>My preliminary take on Watchmen</title><content type='html'>So we went to see &lt;a href="http://watchmenmovie.warnerbros.com/"&gt;Watchmen&lt;/a&gt; tonight. I know I'm probably going against most people when I say this, but I must say that I enjoyed it. I'm not saying that it was the best thing ever or anything, but I thought it was enjoyable. I did read the graphic novel beforehand, so I knew the story going in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there was too much violence just for violence's sake - and they left out some things (which I obviously knew they would - if they kept everything in, the movie would have never ended). We discussed it on the ride home, and the group that I left with overall agreed that we enjoyed it. However, the other half of the group (who stayed in the city) I think were pretty agreed that they did not like it. I haven't talked to them enough yet to find out exactly why, and what we talked about I can't quite remember, so I'll leave that until another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and &lt;a href="http://naturallyfabulousfashion.blogspot.com"&gt;Nat&lt;/a&gt; came over before we left and gave me my birthday present! :) A book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Good-Bed-Jennifer-Weiner/dp/0743418174"&gt;Good in Bed&lt;/a&gt; (completely chick-lit, but totally up my alley), some makeup and some cute nail polish! Love that girl! I can't wait to paint my nails with the cute colors! It was also just nice to catch up with her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, good day. Now I'm off to sleep and get ready for another homework filled day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-9122705666392556784?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/9122705666392556784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=9122705666392556784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/9122705666392556784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/9122705666392556784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-preliminary-take-on-watchmen.html' title='My preliminary take on Watchmen'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-6402194856909955845</id><published>2009-03-02T12:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:47:27.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Papercuts of the good variety</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://elsita.typepad.com/allaboutpapercutting/"&gt;These&lt;/a&gt; are also beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://elsita.typepad.com/.a/6a00e3981de7fa8833010535c60a19970b-pi"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 723px; height: 1000px;" src="http://elsita.typepad.com/.a/6a00e3981de7fa8833010535c60a19970b-pi" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-6402194856909955845?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/6402194856909955845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=6402194856909955845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/6402194856909955845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/6402194856909955845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/03/papercuts-of-good-variety.html' title='Papercuts of the good variety'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-7888173899472510807</id><published>2009-03-02T12:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:45:18.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting art</title><content type='html'>I really like these pieces by &lt;a href="http://www.ricstultz.com/"&gt;Ric Stultz&lt;/a&gt; - I think it's mostly the titles that I find humorous. :) Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-7888173899472510807?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/7888173899472510807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=7888173899472510807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/7888173899472510807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/7888173899472510807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/03/interesting-art.html' title='Interesting art'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-4604145162318281050</id><published>2009-03-01T00:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:54:55.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things that are making me happy right now.</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I &lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com"&gt;Stumbled&lt;/a&gt; on an interesting music site, &lt;a href="http://musicovery.com/index.php?PHPSESSID=isih63rkhhmt5jstbqbbh2jco0&amp;amp;wii="&gt;Musicovery&lt;/a&gt;. I favorited it and then kinda forgot about it. This weekend I was realizing I wanted to listen to some new music - something that wasn't in my iTunes - and I remembered the site. I think it is very interesting! The music is picked based on whatever mood you're in. I also think the design is interesting - could definitely use some tweaks, but the idea is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SaohXtmozeI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ep_np5--j5Y/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SaohXtmozeI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ep_np5--j5Y/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308091802071911906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;I also just finished watching &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0206275/"&gt;Save the Last Dance&lt;/a&gt; before bed. One of my favorite comfort movies. Totally makes me miss &lt;a href="http://lojs-mirage.livejournal.com/"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt; and Nicole and the days of our wonderful sleepovers! Makes me sad that we have to grow up. I can't believe Nicole is getting freakin' married in June!! And she already has a house! Wow. We're all getting older. Oh well, it happens. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, off to bed. Full day of homework ahead of me. Yippie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-4604145162318281050?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/4604145162318281050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=4604145162318281050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/4604145162318281050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/4604145162318281050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-things-that-are-making-me-happy.html' title='Some things that are making me happy right now.'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SaohXtmozeI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ep_np5--j5Y/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-7452242976578348312</id><published>2009-02-25T11:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T11:44:33.971-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erica Taylor'/><title type='text'>Second up</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately, I could not find a way to embed this piece, so I'll have to leave a link here and hope you click on it. Believe me, it's pretty sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dumpert.nl/mediabase/aflvplayer.swf?searchbar=false&amp;amp;showfsbutton=false&amp;amp;autoStart=true&amp;amp;file=http://www.dumpert.nl/mediabase/flv/2ab6f60f_YTDL_1.flv.flv&amp;amp;recommendations=http://www.dumpert.nl/suggest.php?id=404401&amp;amp;linktarget=_self"&gt;Awesome awesome video!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also was taking a look around at this awesome site by a friend of mine, &lt;a href="http://existenceet.blogspot.com/"&gt;Erica Taylor&lt;/a&gt;, and I came across something that I thought you girls might be interested in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nyvintage.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nyvintage.com/"&gt;What Comes Around Goes Around&lt;/a&gt; Moving Sale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When?  Through March 1, 11am—7pm&lt;br /&gt;Where? 13-17 Laight St (bet. Sixth Ave and Varick St, 5th floor, #28 -- take the 1ACE to Canal Street)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like fun! Now, if only I had unlimited funds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-7452242976578348312?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/7452242976578348312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=7452242976578348312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/7452242976578348312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/7452242976578348312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/02/second-up.html' title='Second up'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-1590799950534018342</id><published>2009-02-25T11:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T11:35:42.553-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kittens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='StumbleUpon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Hello from beyond the grave...</title><content type='html'>Oh wait! I'm not dead! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I'll go for a walk! I feel happpy! (Name that movie) &lt;/span&gt;Part of me is very surprised at this fact (probably the part of me that watches too much &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/house/"&gt;House&lt;/a&gt;) and I can't explain how happy I was that I was able to sleep through an entire night last night (well, apart from about a half hour when I woke up from a scary dream and had to lull myself back to sleep - although, that dream did give me some pretty cool ideas for a storybook..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my week 'off', I did quite a bit of stumbling, and I held onto a few sites that I felt were pretty awesome - either because they made me happy or because they actually were awesome. I will let you be the judge of which is which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, a video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="343" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.vidivodo.com/VideoPlayerShare.swf?u=BFRARF5AURI="&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.vidivodo.com/VideoPlayerShare.swf?u=BFRARF5AURI=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="343" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-1590799950534018342?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/1590799950534018342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=1590799950534018342' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/1590799950534018342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/1590799950534018342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-from-beyond-grave.html' title='Hello from beyond the grave...'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-1857629994489986691</id><published>2009-02-21T10:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:35:03.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of posting explained</title><content type='html'>Blergh. Sorry for the lack of updates these past few days. I caught the flu and it's been a nasty one. I won't go into detail - for your sake. Hopefully, I will be back up and running soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, and if anyone would like to find me some warm oatmeal with brown sugar, I'd be forever grateful! And juice!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-1857629994489986691?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/1857629994489986691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=1857629994489986691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/1857629994489986691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/1857629994489986691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/02/lack-of-posting-explained.html' title='Lack of posting explained'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-2817429424412109381</id><published>2009-02-19T14:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T14:07:10.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you like coffee?</title><content type='html'>I don't, but I did enjoy this video that my &lt;a href="http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/05/bees.html"&gt;Dad&lt;/a&gt; sent me. :) Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="381"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k2H15UVwz05Yi3K7DZ&amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k2H15UVwz05Yi3K7DZ&amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="381" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x6jluj_le-cafe-oldelaf-english-subtitles_music"&gt;le Café - Oldelaf  (english subtitles)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Boebis"&gt;Boebis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-2817429424412109381?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/2817429424412109381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=2817429424412109381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/2817429424412109381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/2817429424412109381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-you-like-coffee.html' title='Do you like coffee?'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-3584470663455555903</id><published>2009-02-18T12:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:24:46.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome stop-motion piece</title><content type='html'>This is so cool! I love &lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/"&gt;Stumble!&lt;/a&gt; It is very addicting though - BEWARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-3584470663455555903?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/3584470663455555903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=3584470663455555903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/3584470663455555903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/3584470663455555903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/02/awesome-stop-motion-piece.html' title='Awesome stop-motion piece'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-8437167741826745164</id><published>2009-02-18T10:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:55:28.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This guy is badass.</title><content type='html'>This &lt;a href="http://www.isegoria.net/2003/10/erik-red-skipper-iceman-kills-shark.htm"&gt;guy in Iceland&lt;/a&gt; caught a shark with his bare hands and killed it. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(just realized it's from 2003, but still!)&lt;/span&gt; Now that's just crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-8437167741826745164?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/8437167741826745164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=8437167741826745164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/8437167741826745164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/8437167741826745164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-guy-is-badass.html' title='This guy is badass.'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-5756410780782251242</id><published>2009-02-17T15:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:28:37.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mustaches are funny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lobesity.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mon&lt;/a&gt;, this one's for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moustacheme.com/"&gt;Mustaches!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SZscGBCKz-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/bL109bT9L6w/s1600-h/mustaches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SZscGBCKz-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/bL109bT9L6w/s400/mustaches.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303863875841216482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soapboxwebsolutions.com/"&gt;Andrew&lt;/a&gt; posted this on his &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I'm stealing it. Haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-5756410780782251242?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/5756410780782251242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=5756410780782251242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/5756410780782251242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/5756410780782251242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/02/mustaches-are-funny.html' title='Mustaches are funny.'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SZscGBCKz-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/bL109bT9L6w/s72-c/mustaches.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-2843565295094717629</id><published>2009-02-17T12:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:37:08.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I got my flippy-floppies</title><content type='html'>Well, I just called Fisher-Price since I hadn't heard from them - not a good sign. And, as I suspected, the position was given to someone else. Oh well. It would've been awesome, but there will be other jobs out there (hopefully). In the meantime, something to cheer me up! &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/dmasso.blogspot.com"&gt;Dan&lt;/a&gt; sent me this last night, and for some reason it really cracks me up. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disclaimer: Language may not be appropriate for some people. Cracks me up though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R7yfISlGLNU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R7yfISlGLNU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-2843565295094717629?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/2843565295094717629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=2843565295094717629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/2843565295094717629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/2843565295094717629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-got-my-flippy-floppies.html' title='I got my flippy-floppies'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-4321813920969124551</id><published>2009-02-16T23:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:10:50.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fixed computer! :)</title><content type='html'>Yay! My computer is fixed! :) Hurrah! They replaced my logic board, so now it works again. Finally. Expect more posts soon. Pretty tired right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-4321813920969124551?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/4321813920969124551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=4321813920969124551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/4321813920969124551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/4321813920969124551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/02/fixed-computer.html' title='Fixed computer! :)'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-6961543979513243455</id><published>2009-02-08T23:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:14:32.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music I'm obsessed with right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lUV9a5mF26w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lUV9a5mF26w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is one of my favorites to work out to. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is another of my current obsessions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blonde-redhead.com/music.html"&gt;Blonde Redhead&lt;/a&gt; - "Silently" is my fave! Thanks &lt;a href="http://www.soapboxwebsolutions.com/"&gt;Andrew&lt;/a&gt; for turning me on to this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-6961543979513243455?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/6961543979513243455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=6961543979513243455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/6961543979513243455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/6961543979513243455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/02/music-im-obsessed-with-right-now.html' title='Music I&apos;m obsessed with right now'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-2969250156820668803</id><published>2009-02-06T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T18:39:55.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New post coming soon...</title><content type='html'>I'm writing this on my blackberry so it will be short. My computer is temporarily...not an option. Probably a RAM problem. Be up again soon - hopefully!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-2969250156820668803?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/2969250156820668803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=2969250156820668803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/2969250156820668803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/2969250156820668803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-post-coming-soon.html' title='New post coming soon...'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-6791532613607286071</id><published>2009-02-02T20:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:38:19.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Extinction.....yeah.</title><content type='html'>So. &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/scienceandtechnology/science/sciencenews/4409958/Extinct-ibex-is-resurrected-by-cloning.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is pretty cool. However - this particular phrase scares me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...the breakthrough has raised hopes that it will be possible to save    endangered and newly extinct species by resurrecting them from frozen    tissue.   &lt;p&gt; It has also increased the possibility that it will one day be possible to    reproduce long-dead species such as woolly mammoths and even dinosaurs."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terrifying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other news, here's an ad GE did during the Superbowl. I find it interesting because I came up with a very similar idea first semester, junior year in my advertising class. Spies?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/kPcjk0sXZ76_PhTaRzbkEg/0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/kPcjk0sXZ76_PhTaRzbkEg/0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true"  width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-6791532613607286071?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/6791532613607286071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=6791532613607286071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/6791532613607286071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/6791532613607286071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/02/extinctionyeah.html' title='Extinction.....yeah.'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-7835046846655504340</id><published>2009-02-02T14:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:42:16.136-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cosi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fisher-Price'/><title type='text'>Interview at Fisher-Price!</title><content type='html'>So, the interview with &lt;a href="http://www.fisher-price.com/us/hr/aboutus.asp"&gt;Fisher-Price&lt;/a&gt; is over and done. Whew! I think it went pretty well - hard to say though. It's in Chelsea, which would be an awesome place to work - afterwords I could go shopping and spend all the money I made that day!! (Just kidding) But seriously, it would be nice to be close to all sorts of good stores. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the interview I treated myself to breakfast at &lt;a href="http://www.getcosi.com/"&gt;Cosi&lt;/a&gt;, which is right across the street. It wasn't quite a splurge, but still. I ordered the Garden Pesto Omelette Croissant - eggs, roasted red peppers, spinach, tomato, Romano cheese and pesto spread on a flaky Cosi croissant - which was pretty delicious. The 'egg' part seemed a bit more like cheese to me, but I wasn't complaining! Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of food, I think I'm going to run and get some late lunch! Thanks for all the good luck wishes! Here's hoping! *fingers crossed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-7835046846655504340?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/7835046846655504340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=7835046846655504340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/7835046846655504340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/7835046846655504340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/02/interview-at-fisher-price.html' title='Interview at Fisher-Price!'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-4724993057395228453</id><published>2009-02-01T16:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:38:43.715-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imitrex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fisher-Price'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='migraine'/><title type='text'>Migraine's suck..</title><content type='html'>Last night I slept from 8pm until 10am. Why? I had a migraine. All day I'd had this nagging headache - nothing too horrible. But then, it just kept getting worse, and I started feeling queasy. At around 8pm, I finally had to take an Imitrex and go to sleep. Sometimes I wonder though if Imitrex helps at all....in fact, an hour after I'd taken it, I felt worse because of the extra factor it added: neck weirdness. It's hard to explain what it feels like, but for me it's this tingling that is not pleasant at all and makes me a little queasier, if that's possible. Finally I fell asleep and woke up at 10 this morning - 14 hours later. Thankfully, I feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have an interview at Fisher-Price tomorrow morning! I've spent all weekend preparing my portfolio and I already have my outfit picked out. :) Starting to get a little nervous though...here's hoping! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-4724993057395228453?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/4724993057395228453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=4724993057395228453' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/4724993057395228453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/4724993057395228453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/02/migraines-suck.html' title='Migraine&apos;s suck..'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-4470583165429917213</id><published>2009-01-28T23:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T00:06:34.392-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portfolio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vaseline'/><title type='text'>My new website!</title><content type='html'>So, I'm pretty excited. I finally bought my own &lt;a href="http://maliaferguson.com"&gt;domain&lt;/a&gt;, and I'm actually hosting something on it! Yup, you guessed it! My &lt;a href="http://maliaferguson.com"&gt;portfolio&lt;/a&gt;! Pretty psyched. :) Right now it's kinda a placeholder until I actually design a regular website and put it up there, but hey! my work is visible and online. Many thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.soapboxwebsolutions.com"&gt;Andrew&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; for helping set it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I found out today that I'm getting a &lt;a href="http://na.blackberry.com/eng/devices/blackberrypearl/?navId=H0,C101"&gt;Blackberry&lt;/a&gt;! The Pearl 8130. I should be getting it tomorrow - or definitely by Friday! Exciting. I never thought I'd be able to get a Blackberry, so when my stepdad told me that it was in the list of phones I could upgrade to on our plan, I jumped on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for bed - I've got to brainstorm for a Vaseline campaign with my girls - go team Komoma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-4470583165429917213?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/4470583165429917213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=4470583165429917213' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/4470583165429917213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/4470583165429917213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-website.html' title='My new website!'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-7265534092611386754</id><published>2009-01-24T16:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T16:31:48.661-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mermaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Dream Interpretation</title><content type='html'>So I looked up what whales symbolize in dreams, and it looks good! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As found on &lt;a href="http://www.inoutstar.com/dream-interpretation/whale-131.html"&gt;inoutstar.com&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;"A whale in your dream usually bears a positive significance, as the large water dwelling mammal represent your power and strength, your razor-sharp intuition, intelligence, your sense of spirituality and high level of awareness and perceptiveness. Besides these, the whale may also stand for your emotional and spiritual energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt; For instance, depending on the context in which you see the whale in your dream, you can interpret the emotional and psychological environment surrounding you everyday. If you see an aggressive whale in turbulent ocean waters, this means that the emotional and psychological environment in your everyday life is not the most appropriate one, as you may suffer from various emotional disorders or you may be overwhelmed by certain problems. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the other hand, if the whale in your dream is peacefully swimming in calm waters, then the emotional and psychological background totally fits you and you have reached a balance in your spiritual life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt; The whale may also stand for great &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wealth and fortune&lt;/span&gt;, announcing opulence and plenitude to come in your life. But the large mammal may also stand for a business, a plan, an enterprise which is too big and important to handle, therefore you should consider looking for trustworthy associates if you want to get things done in an appropriate manner.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt; Seeing in your dream a whale approaching and pursuing a ship means that you will have to decide between two major tasks or undertakings. If the whale succeeds in attacking the ship, then you will deal with many problems in your waking life, but if the ship escapes the pursuit or the whale is killed by the sailors, then you will manage to solve all problems and conflicts and overcome all obstacles.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt; If we take into account language 'games', phrases or homonyms, the large mammal may stand for good times or grief, depending on the circumstances in which it is seen in the dream. If the whale is playful and happily swimming in the waters of the ocean, then it may be associated with the phrase 'having a whale of a time.' But if the whale is seen in a negative conjecture, then it may be interpreted as a pun for 'wail.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt; Also, we should not forget about the fact that the water and especially the sea and ocean as dream symbols stand for our subconscious, all animals populating this medium are most of the times closely linked to our instincts and inner feelings and ideas we sometimes are not aware of. Consequently, the whale as a large water dwelling mammal is closely connected to our subconscious and it mirrors desires and thoughts we hide deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt; The whale is also associated with the massive fish appointed by God to swallow the prophet in the biblical myth of Jonah. The prophet remained 'buried' in the belly of the whale for 3 days and nights during which he repents and decides to come back to his religion and God who has thrown him inside the gigantic marine creature. After 3 days and 3 nights have gone, the whale spits Jonah out, but as a new man now, compared to the one who was swallowed. He re-embraced his religion and God again, therefore he is a new-born in a metaphorical sense, as his soul and mind are clear.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In conclusion, the whale is a symbol for renewal, re-birth and positive changes occurring in one's personality. At the same time, the massive water dwelling mammal is associated with shelter and protection and could be interpreted as maternal love and caring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;As for myself as a mermaid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="symbolDescription"&gt;&lt;p&gt;"A mermaid in your dream is a symbol of your current love or personal affairs, and its meaning depends on the action and the general atmosphere of the dream. If those elements were pleasant, you can expect things to go well, but if they were unpleasant or generated a feeling of confusion or dissatisfaction, the dream portends a disappointment."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-7265534092611386754?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/7265534092611386754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=7265534092611386754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/7265534092611386754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/7265534092611386754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/01/dream-interpretation.html' title='Dream Interpretation'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-7098772927770431680</id><published>2009-01-24T10:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T10:27:58.495-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loreena McKennitt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Dreaming</title><content type='html'>I dreamt I was a mermaid. It was beautiful - I moved across the ocean's surface with incredible grace. It was night and all around me was the glint of the moonlight reflecting off of the gentle rolling waves. Whales were dancing with me, diving down into the ocean beneath me while their tails brought up enormous pillars of water that sparkled and glistened like pillars in a fancy house all decorated for a party. I wasn't afraid. Now, when I recall it, I hear &lt;a href="http://www.quinlanroad.com/"&gt;Loreena McKennitt&lt;/a&gt;'s music playing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EWvG2fLSypY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EWvG2fLSypY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-7098772927770431680?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/7098772927770431680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=7098772927770431680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/7098772927770431680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/7098772927770431680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreaming.html' title='Dreaming'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-112646923769001748</id><published>2009-01-23T20:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T20:23:25.998-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>End of the first week of the last semester..</title><content type='html'>Well, today's Friday. I made it through my last first week. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this semester will be pretty good. I really like my Senior Project classes, and I'm really excited about my Social Media class. I had pretty much already done all the homework before he assigned it, since it was mostly signing up for things online - and I already had pretty much all of them. :) My Satire class looks like it'll be interesting - and hopefully not too hard. We're reading some really interesting things it looks like: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Candide-Barnes-Noble-Classics-Voltaire/dp/1593081782/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1232759757&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;Candide&lt;/a&gt;, which I read in highschool and really enjoyed, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gullivers-Travels-Barnes-Noble-Classics/dp/1593080573/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1232759805&amp;amp;sr=1-3"&gt;Gulliver's Travels&lt;/a&gt;, which I've always wanted to read, and a play by Aristophanes: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lysistrata-Aristophanes/dp/1420926438/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1232759874&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Lysistrata&lt;/a&gt;. My Ethics class, however, looks like it will be pretty intense. I was recommended by a former student of his to take a tape recorder to class and use that to help study and understand things. I can already see how that would help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also trying to put together my book, website and a leave-behind for when I start applying for jobs. It's kinda weird going back and looking at older work. Some of it I actually like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I better get back to struggling through a critique of a political cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Oh, and happy birthday to my mom!! Love you! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-112646923769001748?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/112646923769001748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=112646923769001748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/112646923769001748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/112646923769001748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/01/end-of-first-week-of-last-semester.html' title='End of the first week of the last semester..'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-6579188193328468227</id><published>2009-01-21T09:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:32:34.638-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertisments'/><title type='text'>Hilarious Ads - If Advertisers told the truth</title><content type='html'>Donna sent me this link today, and I found it hilarious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.holytaco.com/2008/10/15/if-advertisements-were-truthful"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.holytaco.com/2008/10/15/if-advertisements-were-truthful&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-6579188193328468227?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/6579188193328468227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=6579188193328468227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/6579188193328468227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/6579188193328468227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2009/01/hilarious-ads-if-advertisers-told-truth.html' title='Hilarious Ads - If Advertisers told the truth'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-4999462347937931031</id><published>2008-11-16T12:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T12:29:53.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. This thing is getting dusty! Can't let that happen. Nothing too exciting recently, other than loads and loads of homework. I can't believe there are only 4 weeks left in this semester! AAAAAHHH!!! Kinda terrified, can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been having trouble getting motivated. I think/hope that maybe that is getting better recently. I've been having really good talks with Sebastian, and a few of my other professors recently, and those have been helping with things overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah....I just can't wait to go home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-4999462347937931031?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/4999462347937931031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=4999462347937931031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/4999462347937931031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/4999462347937931031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-8289272472187739386</id><published>2008-11-02T22:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T22:58:43.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am feeling so blah lately. :( Haven't felt like writing. Haven't felt like doing much of anything actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good Halloween. Had fun. Hope everyone else did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um..yeah...that's about all I feel like writing right now. As usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-8289272472187739386?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/8289272472187739386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=8289272472187739386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/8289272472187739386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/8289272472187739386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-feeling-so-blah-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-1061700163515821199</id><published>2008-10-19T01:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T01:25:36.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blah. I think it's really cute when I see friends and their significant others together. I love that they are happy and that makes me happy. But sometimes, it's hard. Especially when it's at the beginning of a relationship - when they're still getting to know each other and getting comfortable. When I see that I feel extra lonely. :( I've been single for 5 months....almost half a year. Wow. I know I'm sending off the weirdest vibe to people...and I guess that's ok..? I mean, when I'm ready hopefully I'll be sending off a good vibe - not a desperate one though, I hope. I miss having someone around to talk to and to go on dates with and to snuggle with and watch movies with. At least I have awesome friends I can do most of those things with - not all though. And I miss that extra bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - check out this &lt;a href="http://fantasticcontraption.com/"&gt;awesome game&lt;/a&gt; that Arlin showed me! (I'm really really bad at it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-1061700163515821199?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/1061700163515821199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=1061700163515821199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/1061700163515821199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/1061700163515821199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/10/blah.html' title=''/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-835396901811982073</id><published>2008-10-17T00:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:10:22.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, it's been a while since I updated. I don't know why, but I haven't been feeling up to writing lately. This past weekend I went to Boone to watch my BFF play rugby! It was very fun! I'd never seen her play rugby...actually, for that matter, I'd never seen rugby played at all. Very intense. In the first game, one girl had her lip busted open and almost needed stitches. In the second game, a girl had her finger severely busted - almost broken - and had to go to the hospital. It was insane. Anywho...it was really fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm super tired and I've got a ton of work to do tomorrow! I'll try to write more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-835396901811982073?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/835396901811982073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=835396901811982073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/835396901811982073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/835396901811982073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-its-been-while-since-i-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-8479899453022006204</id><published>2008-09-27T01:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T01:38:06.571-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adorable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kittens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG. I need to get kitties. Like, ASAP. So, Harry just got two kittens tonight....and they are ADORABLE! This guy came over to their apartment and brought some kittens with him, and they got to run around and play with us for like, an hour and a half. There were these three kittens that I just fell in love with - the first was a poor starving kitty, 2 months old, black with a white chest and white feet...they'd found him and then discovered he had an upper respiratory infection or something, so he was sick and was very skinny. He was adorable and instantly fell in love with me, crawling all over me. I brought him to the couch, and one of the other kittens that went with him ended up next to me on the couch too, and then finally, the last kitten of that group finally settled down with me too. So, I was sitting on the couch, with 3 tiny kittens all curled up on top of me and next to me....SO CUTE! It broke my heart when they had to go.....WHY DO I LIVE ON CAMPUS!!!? :( Well..eventually I WILL get some cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in case my heartache wasn't enough by having to say goodbye to first the 3 kittens I fell in love with and then the 2 adorable kittens that Harry adopted, when I got back to my dorm, I walked in the front doors, and there was the giant black cat that is often hanging around. I squatted down to pet him and when I got up again, he started following me. Yep, he followed me all the way to my door, then just sat right in front of the door while I unlocked it, and ran right into my room! While I loved this, and wanted to keep him there forever, I knew that I couldn't, so I had to pick him up and put him back outside of my door. It was sad. :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have to sleep alone  - no tiny kittens to keep me company. Le sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-8479899453022006204?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/8479899453022006204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=8479899453022006204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/8479899453022006204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/8479899453022006204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/09/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-7298692149654521497</id><published>2008-09-24T23:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:39:29.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, it's been a while since I updated. Let's see...life has been pretty good. Unfortunately, I've been sick this week :( allergies, I guess. Super fun. School is going...yeah, it's going. Somehow seems like a little less work, at least recently. Kinda weird, but ok! It's just been a little easier to be sick and not quite as stressful as usual - in the past I'd have to get tons of work done when I couldn't even think. This time I've been able to get my work done and go to bed early to catch up on sleep. It's been a bit weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I've been pretty anti-social...watched a lot of movies and just random bad TV. I think I need to reconnect with people...I get a little crazy if I don't talk to more than one person a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that my friends' lives seem to be progressing in a pleasant way recently. :) Does make me a bit jealous at times, but I try to not focus on that. I think that switching one of my prescriptions has made me a little more emotional this past month... maybe switching back will get me more normal. Or am I just crazy all the time? Seems like it these past couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh....I've got to keep an eye on plane tickets for October! MUST GO TO BOONE FOR RUCKTOBERFEST!!!!! Must see my best girl! :D Cannot wait! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SNsHx4vtaGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ol8cQCUC1CE/s1600-h/mona_lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SNsHx4vtaGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ol8cQCUC1CE/s400/mona_lisa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249798344257923170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-7298692149654521497?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/7298692149654521497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=7298692149654521497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/7298692149654521497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/7298692149654521497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-its-been-while-since-i-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SNsHx4vtaGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ol8cQCUC1CE/s72-c/mona_lisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-5503944874821893239</id><published>2008-09-17T09:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:54:25.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday Mon! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-5503944874821893239?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/5503944874821893239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=5503944874821893239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/5503944874821893239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/5503944874821893239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-mon.html' title=''/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-1049956194193085276</id><published>2008-09-13T16:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T16:12:43.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This truly touched me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.zappinternet.com/video/nilSqaMboM/HISTORIA-DE-UN-LETRERO"&gt;http://en.zappinternet.com/video/nilSqaMboM/HISTORIA-DE-UN-LETRERO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown to me by one of my professors. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-1049956194193085276?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/1049956194193085276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=1049956194193085276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/1049956194193085276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/1049956194193085276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-truly-touched-me-httpen.html' title=''/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-2171308728390180461</id><published>2008-09-12T21:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T21:20:50.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hook</title><content type='html'>God, I love Hook. Such a beautiful movie. I've always loved the story of Peter Pan. It is so magical. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-2171308728390180461?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/2171308728390180461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=2171308728390180461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/2171308728390180461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/2171308728390180461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/09/hook.html' title='Hook'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-1337132530586980994</id><published>2008-09-07T00:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:17:11.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to get over this. I hate how this thing has turned into just ranting about this one thing. Time to move on. Watching The Devil Wears Prada on my fuzzy fuzzy tv. My eyes hurt. For a variety of reasons. I need to go to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-1337132530586980994?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/1337132530586980994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=1337132530586980994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/1337132530586980994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/1337132530586980994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-need-to-get-over-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-7253676250786176671</id><published>2008-09-05T01:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T01:37:57.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God, I wish this didn't suck so much. 3 months is nothing, apparently. Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-7253676250786176671?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/7253676250786176671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=7253676250786176671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/7253676250786176671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/7253676250786176671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/09/god-i-wish-this-didnt-suck-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-5021202395443212795</id><published>2008-08-23T23:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T00:02:58.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversaries</title><content type='html'>Well. Yesterday would have been our 5 year anniversary. Hm. And next Thursday will be the 3 month anniversary of us breaking up. This is probably not healthy to be thinking about. Don't worry, I'm not counting the days or anything...it's just interesting to go back and think about the time in actual units. 3 months. I can't decide if it sounds like a long time, or no time at all. I can't decide if it feels like it either. Guess it doesn't matter. I just have to keep truckin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's my last night in Polk County for a while; heading out to the Outer Banks with my mom and Jamie to camp for a week and then head straight up to New York to move me back in. I guess I'm looking forward to going back. Getting away from everything that's so close and full of memories and going back to the familiarity of school and a schedule and being too busy to think. I am so terrified of this coming year. Terrified and excited. Since it's me I can't help but think ahead to the end of the year...to when I'll be done with school. When I have to go out into the real world. Get a Job. Find a House/Apt. Make Money. Pay back Loans.         Well. That stuff will happen no matter what. I'm going to try not to stress too much about it. Try and focus on just getting through the first semester alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so psyched about having my own room. I really enjoyed it this summer, and I think it'll be even nicer this year, to be able to work on my schedule and be alone when I want to. Hopefully I won't get tooooo secluded though. At least I have friends that I can visit when I feel like being around people. Ok, time to head to bed I guess. Got a lot of driving to do in the morning. Looking forward to it though! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-5021202395443212795?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/5021202395443212795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=5021202395443212795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/5021202395443212795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/5021202395443212795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/08/anniversaries.html' title='Anniversaries'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-5706622935341051361</id><published>2008-08-22T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:04:17.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-5706622935341051361?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/5706622935341051361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=5706622935341051361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/5706622935341051361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/5706622935341051361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-7194206466388496443</id><published>2008-08-20T09:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:27:44.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>I just woke up from the scariest dream... Apparently I was in Columbia, driving next to the lake. The lake was pretty small though, more like a pond. As I was driving past it (the road came pretty close to the edge) I looked into the water and saw a HUGE alligator. I thought to myself, DAMN, that's a huge alligator. Before I'd even finished that thought I was suddenly out of my car, it was still there though, and skimming across the grass in a very shallow canoe-like thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in me was screaming "DON'T GO IN THE WATER!! PLEASE GOD DON'T MAKE ME GO IN THE WATER!!!" Of course, I promptly skim across the water, right next to the huge gator. Lucky for me there were dock-like things in the water, otherwise I wouldv'e been gator food immediately since the huge gator had come to investigate what was skimming across the water next to him. Unlucky for me, a  lot of the docks were not high enough out of the water to keep me safe from the gators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very quickly swam to the closest dock and ran down to the end of it, with the gator coming up behind. He was gaining. I made a huge leap onto another dock thing that was taller, but the alligator to get to that one too...so I kept running and jumping until I could find something that would keep me safe from the gators. I had dropped my phone in the water when trying to get away from the gator, so I couldn't even call anyone for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The huge alligator eventually lost interest, but pretty soon some others picked up where he left off...it was exhausting, let me tell you. Then, because I didn't have enough to worry about, Jamie happens to drive by, sees me out there with the alligators and, of COURSE, jumps into the water to come towards me. Because that was the logical thing to do. Not call for help from safety. No. Jump in to be with me. Anyway, she jumped in, right next to an alligator, and is still coming up for air and to get her bearings when the alligator starts to come towards her. I'm screaming, "SWIM JAMIE!! SWIM!!!!" The alligator is right on top of her and she keeps hitting it and trying to swim away. She somehow makes it to the small dock and books it down towards where I'm sitting. The alligator is chasing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we both end up sitting together above the gators, but not very far above them...if they tried really really hard, they could get us. At least Jamie has had the foresight to still have her phone, so we call for help. Unfortunately, it's getting dark, and we're not relishing the thought of trying to stay away from these alligators when we can't even see them or the things that will help us stay away from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We end up very near the edge (not quite near enough though) when my dad and some other guys come running down the bank towards us. They've brought two horses to carry us out. Jamie's horse is nice and fast and comfortable. My horse on the other hand, made for a terrifying experience. First, I couldn't really get on the horse from above; I ended up on backwards and I had to turn around somehow. Of course all of the action had attracted more alligators and they were closing in fast. The horse was just standing there. I'm screaming, "RUN! RUN! I DON'T WANT TO BE EATEN NOW!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to kick one alligator away and finally the horse starts running. We make it out of the water and onto the bank, but we can't stop there, because the alligators can come up onto the bank. We jump over a small staircase and end up falling down, me trying to slide away to not land on the horse. I end up landing on Jamie's horse instead. Whatever...at least we were all safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap, it was very very real and fuckin' TERRIFYING! Just thought I'd share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-7194206466388496443?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/7194206466388496443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=7194206466388496443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/7194206466388496443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/7194206466388496443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/08/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-1573625539261973427</id><published>2008-08-18T12:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T13:03:51.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got back from the beach Friday. It was amazing...so good to get away. Of course, as soon as we got back, the stress levels went through the roof...typical. In a way I'm looking forward to getting back to school. I'm terrified of course, but ready to get back to some sort of routine. Move on to new things to hopefully forget old things. We'll see. In the meantime, here are some &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2003243&amp;amp;id=1495620198"&gt;pics&lt;/a&gt; from the vacation:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SKmrCXw8fNI/AAAAAAAAACo/qzfreMqGKcs/s1600-h/birds1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SKmrCXw8fNI/AAAAAAAAACo/qzfreMqGKcs/s400/birds1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235904099022306514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SKmrC22LJwI/AAAAAAAAACw/13rdMLNm0Ik/s1600-h/birds2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SKmrC22LJwI/AAAAAAAAACw/13rdMLNm0Ik/s400/birds2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235904107365738242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SKmrC6fi7hI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KgB9WXf0JVY/s1600-h/boat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SKmrC6fi7hI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KgB9WXf0JVY/s400/boat1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235904108344569362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SKmrDBmUErI/AAAAAAAAADA/zXfcBpyTzko/s1600-h/dolphin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SKmrDBmUErI/AAAAAAAAADA/zXfcBpyTzko/s400/dolphin1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235904110252004018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SKmrDHAOKhI/AAAAAAAAADI/UeHnPGJge9E/s1600-h/me%26jamie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SKmrDHAOKhI/AAAAAAAAADI/UeHnPGJge9E/s400/me%26jamie1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235904111702845970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-1573625539261973427?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/1573625539261973427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=1573625539261973427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/1573625539261973427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/1573625539261973427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/08/got-back-from-beach-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SKmrCXw8fNI/AAAAAAAAACo/qzfreMqGKcs/s72-c/birds1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-863315391129406488</id><published>2008-08-05T23:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:39:18.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In other, less serious and depressing, news, my talents will be recognized and suitably rewarded. According to my fortune cookie. I have had much worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-863315391129406488?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/863315391129406488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=863315391129406488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/863315391129406488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/863315391129406488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-other-less-serious-and-depressing.html' title=''/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-8273608910407155660</id><published>2008-08-05T23:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:32:07.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's hard being home. I knew it would be, but I'm hoping the benefits and the good things outweigh the negatives and the painfulness.. It's like a huge part of my life was ripped out...which it kinda was....and now I'm visiting the empty hole which is still unsteady and bleeding. (Damn I love my weird metaphors) Everywhere I turn I'm hit with a memory of something. Every person I see I am reminded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also funny to talk to Nicole and hear about how her life is going - being engaged, finishing school, getting a job, buying a house. I am so happy for her. At the same time, it kinda freaks me out...I was feeling decently secure about certain aspects of my future, and then things change. And now there's only one more year until I'm out in the world. Who knows what will happen; what will change during this year. Stay tuned. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-8273608910407155660?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/8273608910407155660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=8273608910407155660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/8273608910407155660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/8273608910407155660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-hard-being-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-3170202805623163623</id><published>2008-08-05T00:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T00:10:49.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I'm home now. Got back about 10pm Saturday night. I had a great time with Dad and Donna in NYC...too bad they can't stay around..or at least leave their credit card. :) We met up with an old student of Donna's and it turns out she works at an advertising agency in the city. Draftfcb!! She's an account manager, and told me to definitely stay in touch! So I made a contact! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, today we poured the concrete for the shop that my dad is finally starting on - pictures should hopefully be up soon. Dad has been planning to build this thing for 21 years so it's pretty cool that we're finally getting started on it. Was a lot of work though - and messy too! Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho..can't wait to go see my aunt and uncle this weekend and then head to the beach for a week! Hurrah! :) Hopefully I can get a tan and come back to New York looking better than I left it. Time to start a new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-3170202805623163623?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/3170202805623163623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=3170202805623163623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/3170202805623163623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/3170202805623163623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-im-home-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-5563995160156596273</id><published>2008-07-30T09:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T09:10:43.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This whole sleep pattern I've got going on is really getting on my nerves. I can't sleep straight through the night anymore...last night I woke up at 4am, 6am and 8:10am. I have to get up at 8:30, so...after that last wake up..I did not sleep well from there on out. Grr...this has been going on weeks. I haven't had the best sleep in months, but it's getting worse. :( Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my dad and Donna are on their way up here to help me move and to take me home. :) My room is really depressing and crowded. It's hard to pack when you live in a tiny box. I'm ready to go home, even though I'm kinda nervous....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-5563995160156596273?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/5563995160156596273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=5563995160156596273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/5563995160156596273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/5563995160156596273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-whole-sleep-pattern-ive-got-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-6396159870745306801</id><published>2008-07-26T13:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T13:36:58.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know it was a good night when you wake up and find:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) your shorts are on backwards&lt;br /&gt;b) you're not even wearing a shirt&lt;br /&gt;c) your purse is in the bathroom and&lt;br /&gt;d) you have no idea where your glasses went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this also means that the morning/day will probably not be the best. :) Blergh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-6396159870745306801?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/6396159870745306801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=6396159870745306801' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/6396159870745306801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/6396159870745306801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-know-it-was-good-night-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-1944262830860318800</id><published>2008-07-17T13:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:32:59.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life doesn't always have to be planned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's so hard for me to say...I wish that I could live like that. I wish I wasn't afraid of everything. It's good I have friends who remind me of the good things about change, and that I'm young. I have plenty of time for change. I don't &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to do any one thing forever. In fact, I probably won't. I will leave Pratt and I don't &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to be an advertiser...I don't &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to stay in New York...in fact, I could bloody go to Ireland, or London, or Arizona, or or or any number of places and work if I wanted to (if I had the money to get there of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life doesn't always work the way of a Nora Roberts' book - but that doesn't mean I can't take some aspects of the characters and their decisions into my own life. Maybe I'd be better and learn more about myself if I went somewhere I knew no one and just made my way there. Forced myself out of my box. Even in New York I've just created a new box for myself. I need to really find who &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; am; who I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to be. What makes &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; happy - on my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-1944262830860318800?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/1944262830860318800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=1944262830860318800' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/1944262830860318800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/1944262830860318800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-doesnt-always-have-to-be-planned.html' title=''/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-3557522344474362910</id><published>2008-07-17T00:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T00:25:58.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"It takes some work to make it work&lt;br /&gt;It takes some good to make it hurt&lt;br /&gt;It takes some bad for satisfaction..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it takes no time to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;But it takes you years to know what love is&lt;br /&gt;And it takes some fears to make you trust&lt;br /&gt;It takes some tears to make it rust&lt;br /&gt;It takes the dust to have it polished..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes some silence to make sound&lt;br /&gt;And it takes a loss before you found it&lt;br /&gt;And it takes a road to go nowhere&lt;br /&gt;It takes a toll to make you care&lt;br /&gt;It takes a hole to make a mountain"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-3557522344474362910?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/3557522344474362910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=3557522344474362910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/3557522344474362910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/3557522344474362910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-takes-some-work-to-make-it-work-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-11788950774883600</id><published>2008-07-13T18:41:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:32:23.527-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah M'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jewelry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooklyn Flea'/><title type='text'>New Jewelry and Shoes!</title><content type='html'>Yay. So this weekend Sarah and I have been total girls. At least Saturday we were. We watched Clueless while painting our nails....then went shopping. Haha. I bought some very cool things including a new colorful dress and these shoes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SHqGiZYSq_I/AAAAAAAAACg/0rpYAFS23OU/s1600-h/Shoes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SHqGiZYSq_I/AAAAAAAAACg/0rpYAFS23OU/s400/Shoes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222634643375959026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, we finally went to the Brooklyn Flea, which I'd been meaning to check out for weeks. It was pretty overwhelming. But I did come away with these two beauties:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SHqFnp6jOlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/iT0gQs4d6mA/s1600-h/Leaf3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SHqFnp6jOlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/iT0gQs4d6mA/s400/Leaf3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222633634202335826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SHqFn6nTChI/AAAAAAAAACA/8p0YpSSu5HQ/s1600-h/Leaf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SHqFn6nTChI/AAAAAAAAACA/8p0YpSSu5HQ/s400/Leaf1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222633638684985874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SHqFoWU1o5I/AAAAAAAAACI/7VNPaXNJNj0/s1600-h/Leaf4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SHqFoWU1o5I/AAAAAAAAACI/7VNPaXNJNj0/s400/Leaf4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222633646123754386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SHqFoY9HVzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NAatQNOY7A0/s1600-h/White2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SHqFoY9HVzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NAatQNOY7A0/s400/White2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222633646829557554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SHqFo2jNGKI/AAAAAAAAACY/PGR_KWHAwpY/s1600-h/White1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SHqFo2jNGKI/AAAAAAAAACY/PGR_KWHAwpY/s400/White1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222633654773946530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Super excited about these necklaces. Only $10 each! Now I'm not allowed to eat for a while to pay for this weekend...haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-11788950774883600?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/11788950774883600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=11788950774883600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/11788950774883600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/11788950774883600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-jewelry-and-shoes.html' title='New Jewelry and Shoes!'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SHqGiZYSq_I/AAAAAAAAACg/0rpYAFS23OU/s72-c/Shoes2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-5452671037338435866</id><published>2008-07-06T22:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T23:01:02.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've had a pretty good weekend. :) I love three day weekends. Having two Saturdays rocks! It's been pretty relaxing, with some fun times with friends. Unfortunately the weather was a bit uncooperative. It was still fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be going out to see Dan with Harry and Alex and maybe Sarah too to see the Dark Night. It'd be nice to get out of the city and to see Dan. It's been different since he's been gone. Alex and I have been spending a lot more time together. It's been cool getting to know him better on a one on one basis. I realized we'd never really done things together without a group. It's always interesting to talk to people one on one - you learn more about them as a person. People tend to have two personalities: one with other people, and the person they are by themselves. It's interesting that he seems to be pretty much the same person both places. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a Beatles kind of weekend. Last night Alex and I watched 'Across the Universe' and then today at 67 Burger, they played a few Beatles songs and I'm now watching 'The Jungle Book'. It's the part with the vultures. They were originally going to be voiced by the Beatles, and even though they didn't end up doing it, they still are an homage to them. I love this movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-5452671037338435866?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/5452671037338435866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=5452671037338435866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/5452671037338435866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/5452671037338435866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-had-pretty-good-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-7148344773486635057</id><published>2008-07-05T02:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T02:45:48.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 4th of July!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I know technically it's the 5th now....but you know it's really still the 4th)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-7148344773486635057?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/7148344773486635057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=7148344773486635057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/7148344773486635057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/7148344773486635057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th-of-july-i-know-technically.html' title=''/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-2704649763268004875</id><published>2008-06-30T14:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T14:39:18.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's hard when someone you've been so close to for so long is suddenly not in your life. And when you do talk, it feels like although things are decently comfortable...maybe a little too comfortable...everything is different. Why is it so much harder for one person to move on than the other? And why does that hurt almost as much as the fact that we have to move on? I wish that time would stop and yet, at the same time, that time would hurry up and move...I want this ache to go away...I want the tears to stop flowing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Now that that's out. Sorry for continuously getting all mushy and dramatic...I just usually write, lately, when something is emotional...I haven't been as into the mundane, everyday things lately. Also because Jamie was here for the weekend. It was awesome having her here. We got to do all sorts of fun things, even if they weren't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; that exciting. :) It made me miss home and my parents. I think I am going to try and go home for August...hopefully visit other family who I never get to see and just relax, get away from it all...It's funny that sometimes you need to run away from the place you ran to in the beginning. It'll be better once I'm in my new place, with people around, and things to do. Probably too many things to do. But at least it'll help distract me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-2704649763268004875?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/2704649763268004875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=2704649763268004875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/2704649763268004875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/2704649763268004875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-hard-when-someone-youve-been-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-3812571377169747072</id><published>2008-06-24T22:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:32:24.254-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hilarious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buzzed'/><title type='text'>So thankful we don't all have to get shaved/buzzed</title><content type='html'>So, I come home this afternoon to this greeting me at the door:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SGGyzlB06hI/AAAAAAAAABY/aHil7ZysnQE/s1600-h/Cat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SGGyzlB06hI/AAAAAAAAABY/aHil7ZysnQE/s400/Cat1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215646442654591506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SGGyz-Kl6hI/AAAAAAAAABg/IJptTV8yQLA/s1600-h/Cat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SGGyz-Kl6hI/AAAAAAAAABg/IJptTV8yQLA/s400/Cat2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215646449402243602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SGGyz46maII/AAAAAAAAABo/WU_voPobLH0/s1600-h/Cat4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SGGyz46maII/AAAAAAAAABo/WU_voPobLH0/s400/Cat4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215646447992989826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SGGyg1KbNiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kBqZSTIf04U/s1600-h/Cat3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SGGyg1KbNiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kBqZSTIf04U/s400/Cat3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215646120568108578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(She wouldn't hold still)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-3812571377169747072?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/3812571377169747072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=3812571377169747072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/3812571377169747072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/3812571377169747072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-thankful-we-dont-all-have-to-get.html' title='So thankful we don&apos;t all have to get shaved/buzzed'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZwIsTY-Jpo/SGGyzlB06hI/AAAAAAAAABY/aHil7ZysnQE/s72-c/Cat1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-1693830083321973852</id><published>2008-06-22T01:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T01:34:50.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, no shot glass for Callie...they just weren't cool enough. If I'm going to buy her one, it's going to be one that I wish that I had for myself. The museum, however, was very fun. It was very fitting to the theme of MTA; the entrance is the entrance to an old subway station. My favorite part was getting to go down to the tracks and look at actual cars from all the subway trains through the years. Very very cool. Unfortunately, I was an idiot and forgot my camera...so. No pictures. :( I think I may take Jamie there when she's here - it's only $5 and it was pretty neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we watched Hellboy in preparation for Hellboy II, coming out July 11. I enjoyed it more than I thought I would, which was nice. Hellboy was followed by some rousing rounds of RockBand. It was good to have a chill evening, specially since last night was a bit too alcohol-ridden and strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, lately I've been feeling like such a bad person...I just feel like I'm constantly a hypocrite, which I hate..I hate feeling like I *think* that I am so open-minded and accepting of other people's likes and opinions...but then I say and do things that completely cut down people and what they like.. and this has been brought to my attention too many times in the last couple of months. I try so hard, but then I just end up lashing out at other people because I'm so upset with myself and my faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so empty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all the time...but a depressing amount of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-1693830083321973852?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/1693830083321973852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=1693830083321973852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/1693830083321973852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/1693830083321973852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/06/well-no-shot-glass-for-callie.html' title=''/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-7584971578062104424</id><published>2008-06-21T13:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T13:26:14.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't remember my dreams last night, other than that there was something about a towel, and room service. Haha. I don't think they were very interesting. Gah, life is weird sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I think today Sarah and I are going to go to the &lt;a href="http://www.mta.info/mta/museum/"&gt;MTA Transit Museum&lt;/a&gt;! I'm excited. I think I'll buy Callie a shot glass there. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-7584971578062104424?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/7584971578062104424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=7584971578062104424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/7584971578062104424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/7584971578062104424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/06/cant-remember-my-dreams-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-4525026034527409025</id><published>2008-06-20T13:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T14:04:30.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a break?</title><content type='html'>Yay. I might be going home for all of August! I still have to decide whether I think I can handle it yet, but I think I'm going to try and plan a lot of trips during the time. Hopefully I'll go visit my aunt and uncle in Columbia, SC, and then my uncle in Hilton Head, SC and then, maybe...Key Largo, FL to visit my other aunt and uncle and cousins! It'd be awesome to be able to escape to the beach for a time. I think that that would help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a little better overall, but I still hit moods where I'm super depressed and everything...but I guess that's natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish that this all didn't have to happen... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-4525026034527409025?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/4525026034527409025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=4525026034527409025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/4525026034527409025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/4525026034527409025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-for-break.html' title='Time for a break?'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-1655208598650755705</id><published>2008-06-20T08:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T08:26:24.795-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 2</title><content type='html'>I was the Grinch. We were having a party at Mom's house, which we had sold. We were all hanging out and then my Dad got kinda pissed at me and told me that lately I've been tooo grumpy. I got upset and left. Somehow, at some point, I became Sonic the hedgehog, and started running places and collecting coins. Then I was myself again, and everyone at the party suddenly got involved in a mock-war, where our bullets were little pieces of cheese that we threw at each other. I had amazing aim. Then I was summoned from across the street, to a store for parties for some reason...I can't remember the rest anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-1655208598650755705?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/1655208598650755705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=1655208598650755705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/1655208598650755705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/1655208598650755705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/06/dream-2.html' title='Dream 2'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-4828603083924390495</id><published>2008-06-19T08:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T08:30:43.302-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah M'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ocean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raft'/><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>I'm getting my haircut by Tracy at Ananada's. It's after hours and she's agreed to do this specially for me. Sarah and Nicole are there too, reading and talking together. In the middle of the cut, my family comes in, but not my immediate family - my aunt and more cousins than I actually have. They distract, and suddenly Tracy is my grandmother, feeding them spaghetti. I am forgotten. I get upset and leave, and suddenly I'm on a raft in the middle of the ocean with a bunch of robots that are fighting - they're not dangerous though. Really it's an animation that Harry has made and it's realistically playing out on this raft in the middle of the ocean. I decide to put them away so that I can get back to land. Unfortunately I realize that the box that they all go into is too close to the edge of the raft, and Harry's going to kill me if his pieces fall into the ocean. I jump into the water and, grabbing hold of the edge of the raft, try and push the box away, hoping that the weight of me holding the raft isn't going to instead send them over the edge. It's dangerous, and I'm not sure what else is in the water with me. Finally the box is pushed away and I somehow clamber back onto the raft. Suddenly we're near land, but it's really a lot of porches right up to the ocean. I see Dan on one porch without any railing, so I try and make for that. The current is strong and I end up grabbing onto a porch where there's a party going on. I try and drag myself and the raft over to Dan's porch, where, strangely, there isn't any water. I make it. The raft is somehow still floating even though there isn't any water. I get off the raft and pull out my English homework that we apparently were supposed to work on together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-4828603083924390495?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/4828603083924390495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=4828603083924390495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/4828603083924390495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/4828603083924390495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/06/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-4937217404574241470</id><published>2008-06-16T16:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T16:10:42.318-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I rode my bike today for the first time in...a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need practice to say the least. And a helmet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-4937217404574241470?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/4937217404574241470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=4937217404574241470' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/4937217404574241470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/4937217404574241470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-rode-my-bike-today-for-first-time-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-8211641803376262285</id><published>2008-06-14T12:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T13:51:01.239-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dreamed about the beach last night. I was walking along, alone. I had a book, and a towel...it was evening. I wasn't wearing a bathing suit - I wasn't there to swim. Just being there relaxing was enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a peaceful dream... I wish it could be true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-8211641803376262285?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/8211641803376262285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=8211641803376262285' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/8211641803376262285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/8211641803376262285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-dreamed-about-beach-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-3146152930592334946</id><published>2008-06-11T08:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T08:42:47.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! Last night I actually got chilly!!!! And slept under my blankets!!! Finally, it looks like the heat has broken....hopefully. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-3146152930592334946?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/3146152930592334946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=3146152930592334946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/3146152930592334946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/3146152930592334946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/06/yay-last-night-i-actually-got-chilly.html' title=''/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-1158506840177879497</id><published>2008-06-10T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:52:12.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My knee looks like a bruised apple. Yum...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-1158506840177879497?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/1158506840177879497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=1158506840177879497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/1158506840177879497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/1158506840177879497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-knee-looks-like-bruised-apple.html' title=''/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-3364120122293323428</id><published>2008-06-08T20:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T20:30:05.478-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><title type='text'>Miserable</title><content type='html'>I am sooo miserable. It is too f'n HOT up here! My tiny little fan is not good enough...94 today and I think a million degrees in my little room. Sleeping is miserable, sitting is miserable, life is miserable. I had an attack of tachycardia today - one that would not go away. The combo of heat, stress and sadness is not good...I think I need to let myself talk about it or slowly let it out as the pressure builds, rather than letting it build up and then randomly explode in a horrible, tear-filled explosion at 4 in the morning. Bleh. I'm going to go lock myself in the freezer now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-3364120122293323428?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/3364120122293323428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=3364120122293323428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/3364120122293323428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/3364120122293323428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/06/miserable.html' title='Miserable'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-5799385963184197640</id><published>2008-06-07T12:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T12:22:50.264-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah M'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex and the City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falling'/><title type='text'>Alcohol and sadness rarely mix well</title><content type='html'>Bleh. I hate feeling like this. Most of the time I'm ok..not great, but ok. Surviving. Trying not to Think. Doesn't work too well, but it gets me through the day. So this past week I made a decision - I'm quiting my internship. I've just decided that it's not an opportunity that I really want. So with that and the events of recent weeks, it's been pretty emotional for me. But damn it, I was going to have fun and drink this weekend. Sarah and I went to see the Sex and the City movie, which I really enjoyed. Obviously you don't go in expecting to see Oscar-winning stuff, but I did enjoy it. I laughed, I cried. Strangely, much of the movie made me sad...I guess the events could sorta relate to my life. Not the whole I'm-forty-and-was-jilted-at-the-altar thing, but loosely related. Anywho, so we do that and then head back home to hang out with friends and drink. It's fun. Pretty much the whole night. Then, suddenly, things start going downhill.....VERY QUICKLY. The boys are taking us home, so that we don't have to walk by ourselves in our current state of inebriation. Harry makes a sudden turn - I was not prepared. Hence, I fall flat on the pavement, in the middle of the road, while a car is coming. I have a very hard time getting up, and my knee is hurting very badly. I start to tear up and get kinda emotional, and then...I couldn't stop crying. For an hour. Thank goodness Sarah stayed with me and comforted me...it was just like Wednesday night alllll over again...except with alcohol and a killer hangover today. :( Time for some diner food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-5799385963184197640?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/5799385963184197640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=5799385963184197640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/5799385963184197640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/5799385963184197640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/06/alcohol-and-sadness-rarely-mix-well.html' title='Alcohol and sadness rarely mix well'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-5082225678869768395</id><published>2008-06-04T23:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:20:32.590-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sphere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Huey Lewis'/><title type='text'>Sphere</title><content type='html'>So Sarah and I watched 'Sphere' tonight - an awesome movie, by the way. (Not great in like an award winning way, but fun and kinda creepy and sorta makes you think...but don't think toooo hard about it) Anywho, so there's this very small role - a helicopter pilot - and he has the goggles, and the headphone things so you can't realllly see his face, and his voice is a litttle distorted through the headphone speakers but I was all, "that dude reminds me of the dad/main character in the movie 'Duets'." I got up and found that that 'dude' was none other than Huey Lewis (of Huey Lewis and the News). So I forgot about it and then at the end of the movie, during the credits, I see 'Huey Lewis' as the helicopter pilot. That made my night. That, and the Mike's Hard Cranberry Lemonade bottle - the large one - that said: "Berry. Berry. Big." Remember, small things people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-5082225678869768395?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/5082225678869768395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=5082225678869768395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/5082225678869768395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/5082225678869768395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/06/sphere.html' title='Sphere'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-2224097041040920528</id><published>2008-06-04T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T11:32:00.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdness</title><content type='html'>I hate feeling like this. About everything. Not just the job, but everything. I can hide it most times, at least up here...but it's weird. I sorta feel like it's not real. That it didn't happen. But....part of me knows it did happen and it gets sad. But it feels weird to be so normal up here. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-2224097041040920528?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/2224097041040920528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=2224097041040920528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/2224097041040920528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/2224097041040920528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/06/weirdness.html' title='Weirdness'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-2788115665371510491</id><published>2008-06-02T13:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T13:46:13.757-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah M'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheesecake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back in Brooklyn. Got back last night after a looooong wait for a taxi. Sarah was so sweet and had a huge piece of cheesecake waiting for me. :) It's been hard...being at the beach - far away from home and everything else - was nice though. I think I needed that break. Being back at work is rough...I just don't feel like doing anything. However, having something to do helps me not think....kinda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-2788115665371510491?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/2788115665371510491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=2788115665371510491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/2788115665371510491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/2788115665371510491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/06/well-im-back-in-brooklyn.html' title=''/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-4794442997948930947</id><published>2008-05-29T22:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T22:52:57.090-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>Pain is weird. When it's outside...physical pain...you can take painkillers...you can sit still..not move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside...emotional pain...it doesn't just go away quickly. You can't take painkillers for a certain ache. It hurts all over... :( Only one thing can help: time. And time takes...time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-4794442997948930947?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/4794442997948930947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=4794442997948930947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/4794442997948930947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/4794442997948930947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/05/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-8885268608001145359</id><published>2008-05-29T08:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T08:24:03.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-8885268608001145359?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/8885268608001145359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=8885268608001145359' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/8885268608001145359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/8885268608001145359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-hate-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833770775750410365.post-8002195338037198942</id><published>2008-05-22T12:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T12:20:52.321-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Home!</title><content type='html'>Today I'm leavin' to go home for a week! I am pretty excited about it. :) I leave straight from work, which is kind of a bitch, just because I had to carry my bags here...through the subway....and the rain. Let's just say my day did not start off well. Left the apartment a little late, it was raining. I was carrying my laptop bag, my lunch, my umbrella, and pulling my two bags - one on top of the other. Three blocks in the rain. Two blocks from my apartment, I realized that I had brought my butter for my bagel - but not the bagel. Then, my week's unlimited MetroCard had run out...so I had to buy a new one - making me miss my train. Then, I struggled to get myself and all of my shit through the turnstile thing to get on the train. The train finally came, and I actually did get to sit down. Then I had to walk the ten minutes to work. That part wasn't a huge problem, except that I was already 5 minutes late, and it takes 10 minutes to walk. Thankfully I had brought a Reese's Cup with me...so that was my (very nutritious) breakfast, along with some (equally nutritious) muffin bites...kinda weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just working on logo logo logo till 5. Don't think my brain will survive all 5 hours of doing this intense creative thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see! Doesn't matter anyway, Ill be home in 9 hours! (Well, really, the airport, but close enough :) ) Hurrah for vacations!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833770775750410365-8002195338037198942?l=maliaferguson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/feeds/8002195338037198942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833770775750410365&amp;postID=8002195338037198942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/8002195338037198942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833770775750410365/posts/default/8002195338037198942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maliaferguson.blogspot.com/2008/05/home.html' title='Home!'/><author><name>Malia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672294793245659248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
